Something new up on Amazon—BLU RED BLU, a remastered compilation of short films that use red/blue anaglyphic glasses to smush your brain around while you watch.
Airpods finally arrived.
I have this conceit that I have to break.
If we could all just agree that everyone's art is somehow about memory, then perhaps no one would have to declare it in their artist statements anymore?
In the meantime, if you need an artist statement, it's just as well to use this.
Your next overreach
will be the most treasured tool
of your conquerors.
Students need to get out of the habit of seeing professors as sole dispensers of knowledge.
When you say "justice,"
the deepest corners of your
heart swell with vengeance.
There is no more good.
There is no longer evil.
You need to stop worrying about what you did wrong. The only role you played was to exist. Stop pretending you galvanized their abuse.
Try on a thought or an idea or a belief, just to see how it fits.
I had resolved not to go on rants about Foucault with my son until seventh grade.
The way of the modern university is to pave the walkways first.
I need your advice, internet pals.
Amazon: We need you to send more DVDs.
Me: I just mailed you a box...