purchased two new books after going to inca mama’s tonight!
the first is the thousand autumns of jacob de zoet david mitchell (who is one of my favorite authors of ALL time) and the second is isaac asimov’s the foundation
I can’t wait until the quarter is over to start reading these two. WOOO!
Beach Comber - Real Estate
In his recent disavowal of literary criticism in Lingua Franca, Frank Lentricchia confesses that his “silent encounters with literature are ravishingly pleasurable, like erotic transport.” My experiences with Theory were equally exalted — delivering me into a paroxysm of overdetermined signs. In the blurry vertigo of those pages so full of incomprehensible printed matter I felt myself in the presence of a God: the God of complex questions, the God of language’s mysteries, the God of meaning severed from the painful and demanding particularity of experience. In abstractions, I found absolution from a world in which I was utterly unprepared for any real responsibility or sacrifice. By surrendering myself to Theory, “reality” became a blank screen upon which I projected my political fantasies. My feelings of responsibility to a world that I had once recognized as both unjust and astoundingly concrete, slowly and painlessly seeped out of me until all that remained was the “consciousness” of the “complexity” of any “serious issue.” I didn’t need to fix anything, utterance was all, and all I needed were the words — long and tentacled enough to entrap meaning for a slippery, textual moment.
woods - to clean
i’m probably one of the biggest idiots in the world.
but it’s good because m.ward is always there.
"If you are an Asian person who holds himself proudly aloof, nobody will respect that, or find it intriguing, or wonder if that challenging façade hides someone worth getting to know. They will simply write you off as someone not worth the trouble of talking to.
Having glimpsed just how unacceptable the world judges my demeanor, could I too strive to make up for my shortcomings? Practice a shit-eating grin until it becomes natural? Love the world twice as hard?
I see the appeal of getting with the program. But this is not my choice. Striving to meet others’ expectations may be a necessary cost of assimilation, but I am not going to do it.
Often I think my defiance is just delusional, self-glorifying bullshit that artists have always told themselves to compensate for their poverty and powerlessness. But sometimes I think it’s the only thing that has preserved me intact, and that what has been preserved is not just haughty caprice but in fact the meaning of my life. So this is what I told Mao: In lieu of loving the world twice as hard, I care, in the end, about expressing my obdurate singularity at any cost. I love this hard and unyielding part of myself more than any other reward the world has to offer a newly brightened and ingratiating demeanor, and I will bear any costs associated with it.”