so why do i choose now for my first non-link update in a few weeks? oh, i guess because i must have something due tomorrow. hopefully this'll be quick, so the raison d'etre of this post will be scatterbrained disunity
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james rocchi was hilarious. the lisp! my friend michelle and i listened to his show all the time when we were, like, 14. we got pissed off once cause he wouldn't play fuck and run by liz phair because it had the word fuck in it.
veitron dessert? weird.
cinnabon is one of the nastiest smells ever. i worked next to one for about 6 months. i went in with the flu one day and the overpowering sickly stench almost did me in. every time they'd open the oven, i'd throw up. i think that the smell of the sheppard subway station would have made me barf on myself. eeeee-ew.
"the space of flows. the space of place. architecture at the end of history. the managerial elites. three layers to the space of flows. Belleville, Paris. Tokyo World Fair, 1997." your work is fucking intruiging. are you reading Benjamin, or Henri Lefebvre, or Ed Soja? Ed Casey? Deleuze? Those folks are on my mind lately. But I either get dizzy or very sleepy whenever I need to start writing about them. *s*
no, i tried reading lefebvre and he made me dizzy so i had to set him down. i'm a big fan of benjamin. but that space of flows, space of place stuff is from manuel castells in his rise of network society. once you start to get into it, it's pretty awesome. i just did a presentation on castells today that went really well. then i had a meeting with my prof about my paper, and we ended up getting drunk at the grad lounge with some other classmates. *woo000oo* i don't think i'm gonna get to my class tonight.
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veitron dessert? weird.
cinnabon is one of the nastiest smells ever. i worked next to one for about 6 months. i went in with the flu one day and the overpowering sickly stench almost did me in. every time they'd open the oven, i'd throw up.
i think that the smell of the sheppard subway station would have made me barf on myself. eeeee-ew.
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i know that's an old one but it's funny. poor liz phair. what it would be like to be steeped in mediocrity.
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and her bassist died.
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your work is fucking intruiging. are you reading Benjamin, or Henri Lefebvre, or Ed Soja? Ed Casey? Deleuze? Those folks are on my mind lately. But I either get dizzy or very sleepy whenever I need to start writing about them.
*s*
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i don't think i'm gonna get to my class tonight.
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