Now playing: Steely Dan - The Royal Scam
3 weeks ago
Pretty excited to receive this new camera today. Burke & James Speed Press 4x5 from sometime in the 1940s. I have a lot of learning to do.
Zim turned 10 last week, so here’s one of him with his sister Zara from 2003. Time - it flies.
This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper. The toadstool motel you once thought a mere folk tale, a corny, obsolete, rural invention.
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What room is this? This is the room where the antler carved the pumpkin. This is the room where the gutter pipes drank the moonlight. This is the room where moss gradually silenced the treasure, rubies being the last to go. Transmissions from insect antennae were monitored in this room. It’s amazing how often their broadcasts referred to the stars.
I need to reread Skinny Legs and All.
Liquid Metal. Revitalized Smith-Corona Typewriter.
Check it out here…
For a minute there I had actually stopped wanting another typewriter. Now this.
We need to re-educate ourselves about human interaction and the difference between downloading a track on a computer and talking to other people in person and getting turned onto music that you can hold in your hands and share with others. The size, shape, smell, texture and sound of a vinyl record; how do you explain to that teenager who doesn’t know that it’s a more beautiful musical experience than a mouse click? You get up off your ass, you grab them by the arm and you take them there. You put the record in their hands. You make them drop the needle on the platter. Then they’ll know.
If your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything.
The reason I use a manual typewriter,” DeLillo writes in a letter to David Foster Wallace in 1997, “concerns the sculptural quality I find in words on paper, the architecture of the letters individually and in combination, a sensation advanced (for me) by the mechanical nature of the process—finger striking key, hammer striking page. Electronic intervention would dull the sensuous gratification I get from this process—a gratification I try to soak my prose in” (“Letter to David Foster Wallace,” 1).
I guess my fantasy list wasn’t complete after all.
(Source: steven-stoned, via 990000)
I love desks. This one was my grandfather’s and I’m using it as a turntable stand. The amp just sits on the chair, amplifying.
Now playing: Devin Townsend Project - Epicloud
(thanks to @PeppermintStars for the recommendation)
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