Casey Neistat Rode His Bike Though Hurricane Sandy and Made Us This Video
Following Twitter like it was a verbal TV, I saw that Casey Neistat was out in Sandy. I tell ya, that guy has a pair of waterproof brass balls. Hollered at him to ask if he’d shoot a little video for us, and here’s what went down:
If you turn away now—if you turn away now, if you buy into the cynicism that the change we fought for isn’t possible, well, change will not happen. If you give up on the idea that your voice can make a difference, then other voices will fill the void, the lobbyists and special interests, the people with the $10 million checks who are trying to buy this election and those who are trying to make it harder for you to vote, Washington politicians who want to decide who you can marry or control health care choices that women should be making for themselves. Only you can make sure that doesn’t happen. Only you have the power to move us forward.
As a consequence of the slavish “categoryitis” the scientifically illogical, and as we shall see, often meaningless questions “Where do you live?” “What are you?” “What religion?” “What race?” “What nationality?” are all thought of today as logical questions. By the twenty-first century it either will have become evident to humanity that these questions are absurd and anti-evolutionary or men will no longer be living on Earth. If you don’t comprehend why that is so, listen to me closely.
Chris Marker's TV series on Greece: "Searching for the western cultural foundations in the ancient Greece, the 13 episodes of this TV mini-series explore the lost resonances of thirteen words, ideas that function today in a problematic relation both with their linguistic root as well as in their customary role and exercise"
I’ve had people come to my house and say, ‘They don’t build them like they used to,’” Mr. Archer says. “I say, ‘This room is five years old.’ We live in this throwaway society. To me, it’s very logical to save your history.
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John Archer on his Danvers Scrap Mansion, originally a 3000 square foot two-story box when purchased 30 years ago for $135,000.
The first story Maya wrote was about a world in which people split themselves in two instead of reproducing. In that world, every person could, at any given moment, turn into two beings, each one half his/her age… The heroine of Maya’s story was splitless. She had reached the age of eighty and, despite constant social pressure, insisted on not splitting. At the end of the story, she died.
J R is a chaos of disconnections, a blizzard of noise. All the passages of narrative and description together would not add up to fifty of the book’s over seven hundred pages. The rest is talk: conversation, monologue, harangue; voices on telephones, intercoms, radios, TV, sound tracks; the slang of schoolchildren and hipsters; the doublequackduckspeak of commissars, of law, science, business, PR, and education; the broken poetry of drunkenness and nervous breakdown–all interrupting each other.
—Lee Konstantinou on William Gaddis’s JR in the LA Review of Books. Its time to #OccupyGaddis
opinions are no longer a useful or appropriate organising principle, that reckoning is no longer a scarcity, that the network now so obviously and explicitly extends beyond the bounds of any individual being able to say anything useful or conclusive on or about it in isolation, that telling someone your opinion is like telling them about your dreams.