Part three of Michel Foucault’s book Discipline and Punish, is broken up into three sections that address a number of different concepts on control and the body. In the first chapter, the techniques to manipulate bodies can be seen in the military and the body of the solider. We see earlier in the book the structural changes are dependent on the ( Read more... )

So I tried to do some work, it didn’t go so well. As soon as I start reading I start thinking about other things. As soon as I start reading about Globalization I get depressed and feel like there’s no hope and the whole world is fucked ( Read more... )

I was on my way to value village today and I crashed my bikes on the trolley tracks. I was holding a parcel and some books in one hand and I remember thinking that the time for this embarrassing and inevitable experience had finally come and it was gonna be ugly. I must have fallen directly on my head because the next thing I know I’m standing in ( Read more... )

last night some chads came into the club, three of them with popped collars. Allison introduced me to this term, they got upset when they found out that was what we had called them, but then they called themselves "popped collars" soon after. They were from Nogalas and went to salpoint, I managed to have a brief conversation with one untill his ( Read more... )

Thursday night when I arrived home from a night out dancing it was windy. Trees were buckling over like they were going to snap and the stop signs were rattling back and forth. My roommates were gone, probably spending the night at hannah’s, I had the house to myself. I collapsed still wearing my eye makeup and beyond the point of fatigue. In my ( Read more... )

Her hair fell back and spread across the water like eagles’ wings. The water in the tub overflowed and poured onto the tile of the floor. Then the moths came. Small grey ones that came from her soul and out through her mouth fluttering to light, circling the single dull light bulb of the bathroom. Dying is lonely and I wanted to go to where the ( Read more... )

It seems as though when I’m utterly physically exhausted I write better, when I’m feeling healthy well rested I have nothing to say ( Read more... )

Remember when we came back from mexico with sea shells we had found on the beach that were really snails that made the whole trunk smell and we had to ride around for a week with the windows rolled down ( Read more... )

So I returned from Corsica, Sardinia, Barcelona and New York.
We cut the wings off a dead moth we found in white plains.
I'm moving out of my house into another house about a mile away. I took all the marbles we had found in the back yard that were in an empty corona bottle and poured them onto the dirt in the front yard.

I'm in Toulouse visiting my cousins in their 3rd floor apt.,
tonight and last night we went to rio local a huge brazialian festival across the river, it's hot,
Last minute traveling- Tomorrow could take us anywhere