"But there was nothing about the little, low-rambling, more or less identical homes of Northumberland Estates to interest or to haunt, no chance of loot that would be any more than the ordinary, waking-world kind the cops hauled you in for taking; no small immunities, no possibilities for hidden life or otherworldly presence; no trees, secret routes, shortcuts, culverts, thickets that could be made hollow in the middle â everything in the place was right out in the open, everything could be seen at a glance; and behind it, under it, around the corners of its houses and down the safe, gentle curves of its streets, you came back, you kept coming back, to nothing; nothing but the cheerless earth." Thomas Pynchon, "The Secret Integration" This is Ian Mathers' Tumblr. I live in Canada. Hi. ismathers @ bsky
And so the work week comes to an end! It has been, uh, an eventful week (most recently with a good friend getting bitten by a dog shortly after leaving my place (heâs fine, we got him to the hospital and the damage was pretty minor). Anyway, going into a reasonably busy and diverting weekend and trying to avoid feeling like olâ Leonard here. Fantastic âcomic timingâ on this particular set of pictures, too. Have a good weekend, letâs all try not to disgrace ourselves any further, at least for a bit.
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the reason that social and sexual dynamics are screwed is that most people donât like most people, but still want things from them.Â
i was thinking, for example, about the ârespectful promiscuousâ male archetype. the kind of guy that gets laid a lot and is very good at sex, and so acquires a reputation as being some kind of player, with the implication that being a player means being kind of a jerk. women like him, so of course he doesnât care about them. except that in reality, the reason he gets laid a lot is that he really reallyâalmost to the point of weirdnessâlikes women. people focus on the negging part of game, the idea of manipulating someone into seeking your approval. but half of the fun of being teased is the idea that someone is paying enough attention to you to tease you. when itâs well-intended, teasing is an attempt to build intimacy and rapport. itâs attractive because the attention part is complimentary while the âinsultingâ part reassures you that you are not being pedestalized. it suggests that you 1) like someone, 2) as they are. itâs a kind of pact to be okay with each otherâs imperfections. teasing is just a shortcut, though. as long as someone believes that you like them for âauthenticâ reasons, attention is extremely attractive.Â
so people (not just women, this is a broader social principle) âlike jerksâ because jerkishness is a signal of authenticity, but they will absolutely accept authenticity in other forms. confidence is attractive because it assures people that you like them because you like them (or will like them because you like them, if they can convince you to like them), not because you want people to like you so you can feel good about yourself. imo, the focus on the idea that confident = high status = attractive obscures this more important reality, namely, that people really like being liked.Â
problems happen because unless youâre a rare charismatic bird that likes everyone, you probably canât give credible signals that you authentically like all the people that you might want social or sexual validation from. this is why âbe yourselfâ is seen as the best advice to win friends, lovers, and social influence. itâs an admonition to make your (liking-people) signals more credible. which is great advice, in some ways, but often feels like terrible advice because the more actually credible (rather than fake-credible) your signals become, the more the pool of people you can convince you like them shrinks.
Erosion by Tamsin van Essen. Who knew parasitic invasion could be so beautiful?
van Essen on her project:
This work explores erosion and the disruption of form. Focusing on biological erosion, I wanted to convey the idea of a host being attacked and eaten away by a parasitic virus, highlighting the creeping spread of the infection as it corrupts the body. I have produced a series of angular porcelain forms, sandblasted to wear the surface and reveal inner strata. This aggressive process, contrarily, creates a delicate vulnerability in the shape. The translucency of the porcelain and the interruption of the surface make it possible to glimpse through to layers beneath, creating a tension between the seen and the obscured.
I am fascinated that at some point after these screenshots were taken, the second law of holes was removed from the wikipedia page (and although the text in the first screenshot is altered in more minor ways, but still calls it the "first law of holes").
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From the diaries of the artist: It was very difficult to work; I had to cut the brushes, make the bristle short, rub the colors was almost inconceivable. <⌠> The hand is cracking, it is breaking; the roaring hands refuse to serve. But you draw, all thirsty to put on the canvas these bizarre, gloomy, full of peculiar beauty paintings of the Far North (source)
you donât realize how important lunch is until youâre wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then itâs 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.
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so far one theme of the 30s for me has been realizing that literally every human being on earth who appears completely cool and collected and together with it at first glance has some threshold past which enough known information about them will shatter that mystique completely. i don't even say this negatively or pessimistically it's just been helpful to keep in mind that we're all like that.
It's hard to post intentionally bad writing without commenters proclaiming "oh but I feel bad! I love this!" Perfectly bad art is as rare a feat as perfectly good art. Even the most anonymous mediocrity definitionally will have its fans.
Enjoying bad art is neither virtuous nor unvirtuous because enjoyment is passive. It is barely a choice. I do, however, think that incuriosity is shameful. Taste, as in the ability to understand, diagnose, and articulate, the artistic choices that make up a work, is the vehicle for understanding and producing art. Taste can only be cultivated by reflecting upon a broad field of art, peak to dogshit. Because of this, the cultivation of Taste is one of my favorite parts of being alive.
If you've only ever watched marvel movies, of course they are your favorite movies. Your love of marvel movies means little. However, if you have sampled everything the world of cinema has to offer, have watched every single movie dogshit to peak, and marvel movies are still your favorite, that is meaningful. You probably have some very interesting things to say about movies. Even though I will probably disagree with them.
Enjoy dogshit to your heart's content. But reflect articulate that enjoyment; because this cultivates Taste.
Hereâs part two of our monthly run-down of short reviews. Contributors (across both parts) include Tim Clarke, Jennifer Kelly, Ian Mathers, Bill Meyer, Roz Milner, Justin Rhody and Jonathan Shaw.
Knockout Artist â Ramshackle Deluxe (Knockout Artist)
Talk about 80s music, and youâre liable to get gushy pledges of allegiance to gated drums and gravity-defying hair. But there was a counter-movement of rock musicians who rejected artificiality by tapping into country sounds and themes. Whether by design or happy accident, Knockout Artist, a quintet from Chapel Hill NC, nails that vibe. While Phil Venable drawls alternately defiant and shame-faced sentiments, a triple front of guitars and steel snarl and spiral over crisp drum cadences thatâll dispatch rock critics of a certain age to their basements to pull out their Long Ryders, Eleventh Dream Day, and Band of Blacky Ranchette records. If those names mean nothing to you, well, maybe Knockout Artist will.
Bill Meyer
LDL â The Eerie Glow Of Jellyfish (Relative Pitch)
LDL = soprano saxophonist Urs Leimgruber + analogue synth player Thomas Lehn + amplified spinet player Jacques Demierre. This Swiss/German combo has roots in an earlier trio that, with Demierre on piano and the late, august bassist Barre Phillips occupying the space now held by Lehn, had a fine two-decade run. Changes in gear and personnel contribute to the simultaneously bruising and delicate dust-ups that play out across this concert recording. Amplified, the spinet (an old parlour harpsichord) emits a whirlwind of brittle textures that shatter and coalesce with the synthâs alien squelch. Long, lacerating sax thrusts puncture and stir the action, resulting in a group sound that is remarkably unfamiliar given how long these guys have been around.
Bill Meyer
Donny McCaslin / Ingrid Jensen / Bruce Barth / David Ambrosio / Victor Lewis â Civil Disobedience (Blue Frog Records)
Turbulent times can bring out the best in artists, encouraging them to push deeper into themselves to make art that reflects the moment. Such was the case in late 60s jazz, an era that David Ambrosioâs new quintet looks to on their new release Civil Disobedience. Think about it like this: it features a blue-chip lineup (McCaslin, Jensen, Barth, and Lewis) playing Blue Note material. But what could have been just another standards album has slightly adventurous programming: Bobby Hutchersonâs âFor Duke P,â Harold Landâs âPoor Peopleâs March,â and Joe Chambersâs âAnkaraâ. Both McCaslin and Jensen play well here: on âFor Duke P,â Jensenâs solo has her darting around the melody and stretching out long lines with ease. Meanwhile McCaslin gets a rich, sweet tone out of his horn on âIrinaâ and plays some nice, almost circular figures where he goes up and down his hornâs register. And with a rhythm section that gives them plenty of space to work â Lewisâs deft touch on drums never overpowers the players and Barthâs piano keeps them from flying too far into space â itâs an engaging, occasionally exciting listen.
Roz Milner
Pefkin â Unfurling (Morc)
Gayle Brogan has been making albums as Pefkin for over 20 years now, and Unfurling displays an unhurried, patient calm that can come across as lovely or foreboding, sometimes very close together. The two extended tracks anchoring this 40-minute collection, the opening slow-building radiance of âGreen Bound in Ice and Snowâ and the penultimate, starkly crawling âMy Breath the Sea,â show her work in its strongest form, but the more compact other four tracks expand on those strengths in varied ways (from the mournful strings of the Pendaâs Fen-quoting âThe Dissonanceâ to the relatively pastoral âSun Flecksâ). Just like her music, Broganâs sung lines are also careful, enchantingly placed, giving Unfurling a subtly and pleasingly otherworldly feel.
Ian Mathers
Raw Distractions â S/T (La Vida Es un Mus)
Tokyo-based Raw Distractions play a variety of punk rawk that walks (or stumbles) a fine line between pastiche and appealing artlessness. Is the bandâs combination of street-punk scruffiness, Dead Boysâ energy and Johnny Thunders-style guitar heroics a calculated simulation of 1978âs overripeness, or are Raw Distractions so out of step with the contemporary that theyâre really playing the music that they have to play? The riffs are sweet and then slashing, compellingly melodic and tuff â like Mick Jones working out on an early Sun Records tune. Songs like âRaw Disâ and âMidnightâ have a hip-shot snottiness thatâs winningly stubborn in its adulation what was so exciting about late-70s punk. But do we really need music this out of time? Arenât we all just about out of time, as the earthball cooks and platform capitalism gleefully empties everything of real value? Maybe a raw distraction â and guitars this gloriously beat to shit â is precisely made to order for 2026. Amazon can next-day the vinyl to you.
Jonathan Shaw
Seefeel â Sol.Hz (Warp)
Though they share a label with electronic legends Aphex Twin, Autechre, and Boards of Canada, Seefeel have flown relatively under the radar since they first started releasing music in the 1990s. Their latest album, Sol.Hz, conjures a gaseous, shadowy soundworld that draws influence from the more minimal, industrial side of their labelmates, especially early Aphex and the more accessible side of Autechre. However, the most resonant comparison is probably Slowdiveâs Pygmalion, in the way the looped, disembodied elements â synths, beats, Sarah Peacockâs ghostly voice â seem to hover apart from each other rather than locking into a rhythmic grid. âEverydaysâ rolls past without the individual elements coalescing; âEver No Wayâ starts off-kilter, but as more elements are introduced, locks satisfying into place, like Boards of Canadaâs âJacquard Causeway.â Itâs a disorientating and deeply atmospheric listen that paints a vivid picture across its runtime without overstaying its welcome.
Tim Clarke
Charles Joseph Smith â Collected Works and War of the Martian Ghosts (Sooper)
The 88 Keys That Opened Doors: An Inspiring Memoir of an African-American Man Who Achieved the Impossible Even As He Faced The Challenges of Being on the Spectrum (self-published)
Dr. Charles Joseph Smith is a living legend of the Chicago underground scene who has self-released over sixty albums on tape and cd-r. In the early 2000s I was introduced to a cassette of Smith waxing poetic on the word âLindenâ through mutual friends in the Midwest noise rock scene, and it was immediately apparent that I was experiencing the work of a visionary artist. Despite being an internationally-renowned classical pianist, Smith is often found banging his head at basement noise shows and dancing at under-the-radar house music parties. This long-overdue four-sided adventure from Sooper Records compiles selections from the artistâs vast catalog created over the past thirty years, including both midi and piano realizations of Smithâs sci-fi opera War of the Martian Ghosts. Itâs highly recommended that readers also pick up Smithâs autobiography, The 88 Keys That Opened Doors, to more fully understand the remarkable life of this composer. After having spent several years mute as a child, Smith astonished his family by playing perfect classical licks on the piano without previously having played a single note. While navigating the tremendous challenges presented by autism, Smith not only earned a doctorate in musical arts and traveled the world performing, but he also crafted a unique personal world through the power of music and became a beloved member of the underground community. Hopefully this beautiful collection of music becomes just one part of a multi-volume series of releases in the future.
Justin Rhody
Various Artists â Red Xerox: Chicago Youth Beat 2020-2025 (Desert Island)
Chicagoâs Hallogallo scene flourished in the early 2020s, an interconnected community that played each otherâs shows and sat in on each otherâs bands and sometimes shared familial and romantic ties. Horsegirl, the buzzy, drone-y, all-female trio, made the first mark outside the neighborhood, but post-punk noisemakers in Lifeguard werenât far behind (or too much ahead of poppier outfits like Sharp Pins and Friko). Yet the scene was more diverse that outsiders, perhaps, have given it credit for. This compilation yields the expected amount of fuzz and chime and agit-punk, but also a helping of confessional singer-songwriter music (Amaya Penyaâs âSong for Avi,â and Free Rangeâs âLost and Foundâ), dub (Current Union TMâs âDukkha Cocaâ) and Tobin Sprout-ish lo-fi (Dwaal Troupeâ âEn Uteroâ). The comp covers a lot of ground, but itâs carefully sequenced, It flows like a mixtape despite the diversity of ideas. And thatâs maybe what makes it so special: Red Xerox tracks a scene that was exacting but inclusive, a little nerdy but full of enthusiasm. DIY, it seems, is in good hands for at least one more generation.
Jennifer Kelly
Geiger Von MĂźller â Neocubist Blues (Self-Release)
Guitar blues can be a traditionalistâs straight jacket, but it doesnât have to be. In Neocubist Blues, London-based experimental guitarist Geiger Von MĂźller offers 14 mostly brief interludes that filter the drone and haunt and sting of blues guitar through a modernist lens. Here the slippery tones of bottleneck slide careen slightly off center, the steady thump of the Delta turns abstract and mathematical. âToys in the Attic (Parts 10-12)â slashes and careens through heavy rhythmic territory, its percussive attack violent, almost punk. The slide gets viewed from three temporal angles: âBefore the Slide,â âThe Slideâ and âAfter the Slide.â Each demonstrating considerable knowledge and skill in the blues form without pledging fidelity. Lots of guitarists follow Fahey, but few show affinity for BOTH his blues and his sonic experiments. Geiger Von MĂźller does, and that makes his Neocubist Blues worth exploring.
Doctors said that activists who were captured at sea while attempting to bring aid to Gaza were beaten to the point of severe muscle breakdo
Two Korean activists who were detained by Israeli forces after attempting to break the siege on Gaza and deliver aid recounted abusive treatment by their captors to local press on Thursday.
âAfter fully armed Israeli soldiers searched my body, I was dragged alone to a dark shipping container. The lights switched on, and whenever I looked at the light, they hit me in the face. Whenever my head was bowed, I was forced to look back up at the light,â said Kim A-hyun, 28, an anti-war activist who also goes by the name Haecho.
â[The Israeli soldiers] had tactical gloves on. After I was dealt a second blow to my cheek, I could hear a shrill sound in my ear. Following the third, I started to bleed from my nose and started to gag,â she said.
Kim Dong-hyeon, another activist who had participated in a humanitarian aid flotilla bound for the Gaza Strip, testified to similar conditions.
âMy hands were tied, my body was searched, and I was continuously pummeled and kicked as I was being taken away. My wrists kept bleeding on account of having been bound so tightly, and I couldnât feel my hands. My entire body, including my head and my legs, was in excruciating pain,â he said.
âWhen I started hyperventilating, I began to think that it was very likely that I might die,â he went on.
The two activists claim that they suffered serious health issues, including muscle damage and hearing loss, after being assaulted during their detention.
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Kim A-hyun was diagnosed with a perforated eardrum as a result of the beatings she took to the face. Jonathan Victor âSeungjoonâ Lee, a Korean American who was arrested alongside her, sustained a broken rib and other injuries after being tased.
âWe are witnessing symptoms of rhabdomyolysis, which are usually apparent in victims of industrial accident cases involving crushes or those who have been severely injured in traffic accidents. The activists were released on Wednesday, but if that had been delayed by even a day and they had been subjected to more beatings, they would have suffered from severe harm,â said Dr. Lim Sang-hyuk, the director of Green Hospital.
The activists gave detailed testimonies of the abuse and torture they suffered during their arrest and aboard the prison boat.
âAs soon as we boarded the boat, they pointed guns at us and subjected us to body searches. They hurled racist insults and curses at us the entire time. Male-passing people were tasered, while women and people perceived as female were subjected to sexual abuse,â said Kim A-hyun.
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Driving around my town trying to find one single burger just one burger or a hot dog but Unfortunately everythings just rubble and twisted scaffolding upstretched and rotting and theres shit on fire and a big black ass sky