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riuclassic: In Touch, Issue 6, October 1980, page 20   Album…



riuclassic:

In Touch, Issue 6, October 1980, page 20  

Album reviews. 

XTC - Black Sea. 

Robert Fripp - God Save The Queen/Under heavy Manners. 

Bob Marley - Uprising. 

Pink Military - Do Animals believe in God? 

Alberta Hunter - Amtrack Blues. 

Major Matchbox - Matchbox. 

Jeff Beck - There and Back. 

Poco - Under the Gun. 

Radium Age: Context (31)

ouhaOUHA, KING OF THE APES (1923)

Reading my grandmother’s books

I come from a family of teachers. Both of my father's parents were English teachers and great readers; they met at teacher training college in Glasgow in the early 1930s, and though I have in my possession only a very small fraction of the books they collected over the years, they occupy a place of high honor in my office.

I sometimes tell a story to my students - it so perfectly seems to recapitulate crucial elements of the history of women's writing - in which my grandmother, during WWII, used the parchment pages of the sole copy of her undergraduate senior thesis to boil a Christmas pudding....

My grandfather was an omnivorous reader, possessing a serious interest in Scottish history, a wide range of literary tastes and an addiction to detective novels and "teach-yourself-X" language books, of which he owned dozens (he also religiously watched the Gaelic-language-instruction programs on public television, though really he and my grandmother grew up speaking Scots, not Gaelic, and lapsed into the familiar tongue of childhood more and more often in their old age as they retreated from the public world). I was tickled recently, while reading Pierre LeMaitre, to see that one of the literary crime scenes staged in his first book is from William McIlvanny's Laidlaw, a particular favorite of my grandfather's; the book he gave me to read the last time I saw him was this.

My grandmother suffered badly from dementia in her last years, but she remained a passionate reader: she had always been partial to the North American female short-story writers (Eudora Welty in particular), and Alice Munro was a favorite, not least because she wrote about rural Ontario scenes that resonated strongly with my grandmother's memories of an Ontario childhood (her mother was also a schoolteacher, though they moved back to Scotland after my grandmother's elementary-school years). The last book I remember her giving to me, not long before she died, was William Dalrymple's City of Djinns. I've never met Dalrymple, but he had grown up in North Berwick, the small seaside town outside Edinburgh where my grandparents lived for many years (my grandfather was headmaster of the North Berwick High School before he retired), and they had a proprietary interest in his budding success.

After my grandparents were dead, it was impossible to transfer more than a small selection of books from their house ("Old School House, 4 School Lane" - a quaint address I enjoyed writing on envelopes as a child!) to my graduate student quarters on the other side of the Atlantic. The ones I especially cherished - many of them my grandfather had already shipped to me in brown-paper-wrapped boxes from the local post office by the "book rate" - were the books they had as undergraduates, Everyman editions and a host of other small student-oriented hardcovers that dated mostly from their undergraduate years at Jordanhill. I used some of them while I was studying for my grad school orals: I remember that on my last visit to my grandmother, we had a rather wonderful circular conversation about my upcoming exams - a topic of interest and concern to both of us - she couldn't remember we'd already just talked it all through, so she'd pick up again as we left off by asking me to tell her about them - possibly in that sense she was the ideal auditor for an anxious third-year PhD student with an obsessive fondness for British literature and the ins and outs of academic study!

When I cleaned up my office in December, I came across this volume, which I remembered being there somewhere but which seemed especially lovely to lay hands on now given that it is something I'm currently writing about. I'm especially interested in the ways the page format of the scholarly edition is used by Johnson, so this little book isn't of exclusive utility, or indeed of notable monetary value, but what a precious memento....

From the outside.
Bookseller's stamp.
"Elizabeth C. W. H. Sillars. 1930." (She was born in 1911.)
You see from the list of cities on the title page that this is still the high imperial era of colonial education....
Diligent markup to the "Preface": a strong suspicion of an attentive student marking as the lecturer suggests!
The sheets of notes folded and tucked between the pages:

Clarissa repaired

Initially when the book falls into fascicles, it's almost convenient: you can just take a 200-page chunk to class rather than hauling the whole cinderblock of it. But once it falls into so many pieces that you have to keep it in a plastic bag, a repair job is in order....

THE SUNDAY SERIES: Sunday No. 3 (January 25, 2015)



Sunday No. 3

I don’t fully understand how on one Sunday, Mary could watch her son Jesus being nailed to a cross.  It is the source of pain through duty, which in turns can become a pleasure.  Faith is important, and even important to fight for the vision, but still, one would think they could hustle themselves out of this situation.   If not a direct bribe, then surely charm could have worked.  When I was a child of nine or ten years old I liked this girl at school. She's ‘sort’ of admired my personality, in that she could spend numerous hours on the telephone with me.  She was the first girl I have ever talked to on the telephone, that was my age, and the conversation went longer than the average.  Usually when I was on the telephone, it was just to answer the phone and direct the caller to either my dad or mother.  Here, she called me directly to talk.   I don’t know when eros enters the picture, but without a doubt, being nine or ten, the phone calls were erotically charged.   It wasn’t penis into vagina charge, but more coming out of the pores of our skin as well as our brains.  We were connected, but it was mostly a playtime version of phone sex, without the physical conclusion or release of that conversation.   She would play games with me. For instance she would spell out to me: I.L.O.V.E.Y.O.U. By the time she got to the V. I almost lost it on my end of the line.  I told her that she was spelling too fast, and if she can do it slower.  She did: I…L…O…V and so forth. 





We never saw each other outside of the school.  Our physical relationship was totally on the playground. I have no memory of sharing an actual class with her, and I don’t remember how we first met.  I’m very shy with girls, and especially as a child.  So it makes sense to me that she must have approached me on the school playground.   My mom would make me a bag lunch, and my pal and I often sat together and shared our lunches.   I think she was latina, and the food she brought were Mexican or classic Mexican-American food.   Mine was something out of “Father Knows Best. ” Usually a sandwich, apple and milk or juice in a container.  I was very much devoted to my lunch box, which showed images from the TV show “Man From U.N.C.L.E.  It was my favorite show, and besides the lunch box, I also had a Man From U.N.C.L.E. Spy kit, which consisted a membership card (showing that I’m a member of U.N.C.L.E.) and a plastic gun that can turn into a machine gun.  In my opinion, my name Tosh Berman, was just as exotic as Napoleon Solo.  



One day, I was flirting with her on the school playground.  At that age it is hard to convey how you feel about someone else, when in fact, you are not really clear about your yearnings.  In many ways, I yearned for this girl, without understanding why I felt that way.   She was a perfect package of beauty, niceness and a touch of wickedness.  Cruelty is sometimes a medium of expressing oneself.  I held her hand once or maybe twice.  It was like an electric current hitting my whole body.   Being so vulnerable, and especially in a school setting, with all our peers walking by and noticing us.  Her friends would tease us, and this I can see clearly bothered her.  Instead of being defiant to her school friends, she backed away from me.  That was painful, yet we still communicated, but the nature of our relationship changed. 



When time, things and people change and you feel the pavement under your foot turn into quicksand, you become desperate.  When you get used to being alone, and for a brief series of moments you get the attention that you crave… and then seeing or more likely feel it slipping away, is a pretty horrible existence.  Especially for a small boy.   I was nibbling on an oatmeal cookie that I got from home, in fact, my mom baked it.  I wasn’t hungry, and I was thinking maybe I could re-charge my relationship with her, if I offered half of my cookie, or damn it, just give her the whole cookie.  I went up to her and she was surrounded by her friends, who clearly didn’t want me around.   To be surrounded by a group of people who clearly didn’t like you, was like being stoned in public.  I could never figure out why they dislike me, except maybe for my shyness, and the feeling that I couldn’t add anything to this social group.  Also my hair was quite long, and most of the boys either had crew-cuts or very short haircuts.  Not only was I called a girl by these fellow students, but also my teacher called me one as well when we were alone one time.  I was walking in the hallway after getting some water from the drinking fountain, and walking towards me on the other side of the hall was the teacher.  As we passed each other, he said “girl.” He didn’t even look at me, when he said it, and he just walked on by.   I didn’t feel like a girl. Nor did I feel I looked like a girl.  I like girls, and I want them to like me, but I couldn’t understand why something so simple had to be so complicated.  




Nevertheless feeling shamed in front of her social group, I threw my oatmeal cookie in her face. I told her “it’s for you.” Seconds after that action that to this day fills me with shame. One of the boys in her group came upon me and pushed me to the ground.  As I tried to get up, he hit me in the face.  Again, I was on the ground, and he just kept pushing me down with his foot.  The girl was crying, which made me felt worse than being humiliated in front of the group.  The next thing I remember is the teacher who called me a “girl,” coming by and picking me up from the ground.  He talked to everyone around me, and he gathered that I was the guilty one.   And in truth, I was guilty.   Yet, again, I was hurt that no one factored in the emotions I was experiencing at that moment.  The girl understood my actions, and the boy just wanted to look good in front of her by defending her honor.   The teacher didn’t care for me, so I felt very alone that specific time and place.   To this day, on a Sunday, I look back at my time, and cringe.  The tragedy of the moment is still very much part of me, and who I am.  Yet, with that sense of guilt and feeling being misunderstood, I still look forward to tomorrow, hoping better days will come. 

Seasonal Inspired Names









Seasonal Inspired Names

Subterranean

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The lump in this photo is my cat in his current favorite location, under blankets. Which, right, technically is not subterranean per se as he is not actually underground, but work with me. Things are happening below the surface.

Have been reading Hilary Mantel, late onto the Cromwell trilogy bandwagon (and how amused her version of Cromwell would be at the notion of a “Cromwell bandwagon”) delighted by its nuance and sweep. Evocative prose on a sentence-by-sentence level, incredible command of the setting and giant cast.

Have also been reading Diane Ackerman, specifically Dawn Light, and appreciating her close and lovely observations of the natural world & the seasons (not really separable, I suppose, which is part of the point). Not a book I would have sought out, but when it appeared unexpectedly, it seemed only right to pick it up.

It’s a quiet January, getting things done & trying to be grateful for what’s possible rather than regretting what isn’t.

 

 

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The High Wire (13)

the-high-wire‘I suppose I’m a bit of a coward.’

Closing tabs

The new semester has hit me on the head like a gigantic hammer! It's all good, I am thoroughly enjoying it (and particularly excited about teaching Clarissa again), but three of the last four days have featured me collapsing into bed mid-afternoon for a three-hour nap as I try and make the transition back from independently and naturally nocturnal to sociably diurnal - let us hope I can soon compound the transition....

Too lazy to log the light reading and associated links, but here are some tabs to close:

Owl cafes.

Viktor Shklovsky, hilo hero.

Debbie Chachra on why she is not a "maker."

Charles Simic remembers Mark Strand. I didn't know Mark well at all, though we taught in the same department and I used to see him regularly midmorning at Bodystrength Fitness on 106th St., where we both worked out for a stretch of several years. I did have one memorable night out with Mark and his then partner (my colleague and friend) Tricia Dailey: they had an extra ticket to what this (Mary Louise Parker, a great fan of Mark's poetry, was starring in the revival of Craig Lucas's play and had comped him tickets). We said hello to her afterwards and then transferred ourselves for a glorious meal and copious alcohol at the Russian Samovar, also mostly on the house due to Mark's longstanding close friendship with the late lamented Joseph Brodsky. A glimpse into another world!

Finally, the best clip I have seen this week on the internet: how hamsters fit so much in their cheeks.

130186: Michaela Kocianova for Christian Dior Haute Couture…



130186:

Michaela Kocianova for Christian Dior Haute Couture Fall 2008

installator: “Olivier Richon bei der Aufnahme im Depot des…



installator:

"Olivier Richon bei der Aufnahme im Depot des Weltkulturen Museums, April 2013." (Weltkulturen Museum)

Viktor Shklovsky

shklovsky_lgBreaking through received perception and making the world new.

This is exactly the kind of gizmo I like.



This is exactly the kind of gizmo I like.

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Tosh Berman and Hal Glicksman Sign “WALLACE BERMAN – IN CONVERSATION at Los Angeles Art Book Fair


Tosh Berman and Hal Glicksman will be signing the vinyl album "WALLACE BERMAN - IN CONVERSATION" at the Los Angeles Art Book Fair at the Geffen MOCA on January 31, 2015.  2PM.  G09.

WALLACE BERMAN – IN CONVERSATION...

A previously lost recording published for the first time, featuring Wallace Berman - discussing his work, art and literature with Shirley Berman, Hal Glicksman, Jack and Ruth Hirschman.

Recorded by Hal Glicksman at the Berman family home, Topanga Canyon, 1968.

Mastered from the original tape recording, with a text by Tosh Berman.

“When I hear Wallace on this tape, I still can’t recall his voice or sound.  Some years ago, Hal Glicksman played this tape to me and my mom when we were planning the retrospective right after Wallace died.  What shocked me is that he was playing it in the background at a meeting and I didn’t have the foggiest idea it was my dad on that tape.  I spent the first 21 years of my life with Wallace, and when he died, his voice disappeared as well.”
 – Tosh Berman



Vinyl LP available to order from:
EDITION MUTA
DERRINGER BOOKS
and from specialist retailers.


LP launch and
signing by TOSH BERMAN and HAL GLICKSMAN
at the LA ART BOOK FAIR
Saturday 31st Jan 2015
at 2pm. Table G09.

postgraduategoth: fawnvelveteen: Georges Jules Victor…



postgraduategoth:

fawnvelveteen:

Georges Jules Victor Clairin, Portrait of Sarah Bernhardt, 1876

The Divine Sarah and her pet saluki. I am in awe.

installator: “You can feel the energy buzzing around the…



installator:

You can feel the energy buzzing around the galleries as the team puts the finishing touches on “In Glorious Technicolor.” These are Technicolor dyes being put on display. Wait until you see this in person! #Technicolor100”. (George Eastman House)

The Unconquerable (30)

macinnesAdam

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new-aesthetic: Is ‘SimCity’ Homelessness a Bug or a Feature? |…



new-aesthetic:

Is ‘SimCity’ Homelessness a Bug or a Feature? | Motherboard

SimCity players have discussed a variety of creative strategies for their virtual homelessness problem. They’ve suggested waiting for natural disasters like tornadoes to blow the vagrants away, bulldozing parks where they congregate, or creating such a woefully insufficient city infrastructure that the homeless would leave on their own.

You can read all of these proposed final solutions in Matteo Bittanti’s How to Get Rid of Homelessness, “a 600-page epic split in two volumes documenting the so-called ‘homeless scandal’ that affected 2013’s SimCity.”

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‘My husband spies on me with a smartphone app – and I don’t care…



'My husband spies on me with a smartphone app - and I don't care at all' - Mirror Online

When teacher Catharine Higginson, 45, discovered by accident that her husband James, 42, had installed an app on her phone which allows him to track her movements, read her texts and even listen to her conversations she didn’t plan to divorce him as her friends urged, for being creepy and intrusive.

Instead, the mum of three from Dorking, Surrey, says it makes her feel loved and safe

deadlyart: Lemmy Gonthier



deadlyart:

Lemmy Gonthier

Is ‘SimCity’ Homelessness a Bug or a Feature? |…



Is ‘SimCity’ Homelessness a Bug or a Feature? | Motherboard

SimCity players have discussed a variety of creative strategies for their virtual homelessness problem. They’ve suggested waiting for natural disasters like tornadoes to blow the vagrants away, bulldozing parks where they congregate, or creating such a woefully insufficient city infrastructure that the homeless would leave on their own.

You can read all of these proposed final solutions in Matteo Bittanti’s How to Get Rid of Homelessness, “a 600-page epic split in two volumes documenting the so-called ‘homeless scandal’ that affected 2013’s SimCity.”

Radium Age: Context (30)

harbouThea Von Harbou's METROPOLIS (1928)

itscolossal: Watch: Scientists Develop Hydrophobic Metal That…





itscolossal:

Watch: Scientists Develop Hydrophobic Metal That Causes Water to Bounce [VIDEO]

fuckyeahfluiddynamics: It’s tough to get much closer to flowing…



fuckyeahfluiddynamics:

It’s tough to get much closer to flowing lava than this video of freshly forming coastline in Hawaii. Lava is complex fluid, with viscous properties that vary significantly with chemical composition, temperature and deformation. Here, despite being very viscous, the lava flows quickly—perhaps even turbulently. Several times it forms a heap and even shows signs of the rope-coiling instability familiar from viscous fluids like honey. All in all, it’s quite mesmerizing. (Video credit: K. Singson; submitted by Stuart B.)

smithsonianlibraries: (one more for squirrel appreciation day,…



smithsonianlibraries:

(one more for squirrel appreciation day, then we’ll stop.)

from  Die Säugthiere in Abbildungen nach der Natur, mit Beschreibunge

 

Letter from my great-grandfather

Last summer when I was at my Grandma Sylvia’s house in Tucson I copied out a handwritten letter her father, Jack Sussman, had written to her and her husband.  Here it is, for safekeeping.  Misspellings from the original.  My grandfather (also named Jack) had asthma, which is why they had moved to Tucson while my great-grandparents stayed in the Bronx.

June 12, 1944

Dear Sylvia and Jack,

First of all I want to apologize for not writing to you for such a long time. The family and I are in the Best of health. I ame also interested very much in Jacks health. I Believe that it is very important he should see a doctor more often. the same applies to you. Shirley is telling me that you dont look so good. I would like to mo wath is the matter with you. Mother and I would like to se you but it is too much expense we would rather se you come here.

I wish you a happy anniversary I hope that when your lease expires Jacks Sickness should also expire. love and kisses

Daddy


Hogan McLaughlin Fall 2013 Collection





Hogan McLaughlin Fall 2013 Collection

kiameku: Jan Christensen No Input 2004 blue, monochromacity,…



kiameku:

Jan Christensen
No Input
2004
blue, monochromacity, neon, projection

“NOT JUST A PRETTY ROBOT, SHE’S ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE.”



"NOT JUST A PRETTY ROBOT, SHE’S ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE."

nitratediva: Ann Dvorak in G-Men (1935).



nitratediva:

Ann Dvorak in G-Men (1935).

secretcinema1: Overhead View Of Men Wearing Hats, New York,…



secretcinema1:

Overhead View Of Men Wearing Hats, New York, 1930, Margaret Bourke White

Code-X (47)

benadrylChild Superhero

Knightscope, via @prehensile. The Knightscope K5 is an…



Knightscope, via @prehensile.

The Knightscope K5 is an autonomous robot that provides a commanding but friendly physical security presence. The K5 gathers important real-time, on-site data through its numerous sensors, which is then processed through a predictive analytics engine. There it is combined with existing business, government and crowdsourced social data sets to determine if there is a concern or threat in the area. If so, an issue is created with an appropriate alert level and a notification is sent tothe community and authorities through the Knightscope Security Operations Center (KSOC), a browser based user interface.

Rolando Hinojosa

hinojosaThe Faulkner or Joyce of Mexican-American Texas.

outcastmind: vanillolita: vanillolita: gypsy—caroline: vanill…



outcastmind:

vanillolita:

vanillolita:

gypsy—caroline:

vanillolita:

I am mermaid royalty #hair #mermaid #greenhair #hairart #clipperart #mermaidhair #mermaidprincess #fayce #fishscales #scales

HOW did you become so awesome please teach me your ways

Have your cosmetology teacher fuck up your hair then proceed to cry about it til you decide fuck this and turn into a mermaid. 

atleast thats how it went for me

wow that is fucking awesome hair

looooove it

fuckindiva: Female Psycopaths in Film “Isn’t it time to…





















fuckindiva:

Female Psycopaths in Film

“Isn’t it time to acknowledge the ugly side? I’ve grown quite weary of the spunky heroines, brave rape victims, soul-searching fashionistas that stock so many books. I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains. Not ill-tempered women who scheme about landing good men and better shoes (as if we had nothing more interesting to war over), not chilly WASP mothers (emotionally distant isn’t necessarily evil), not soapy vixens (merely bitchy doesn’t qualify either). I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.”  - Gillian Flynn

Which show would you like to guest star on? [x]









Which show would you like to guest star on? [x]

space inspired looks for valentino pre-fall 2015 dreamy



space inspired looks for valentino pre-fall 2015

dreamy

“The Sum Of All Feels A mandatory update to popular social media site MyTunes requires all users to…”

“The Sum Of All Feels
A mandatory update to popular social media site MyTunes requires all users to upload their dreams in a continuous loop to an external server. A group of teens is selected to reenact every single dream sequence based on the popularity of their Vines. Maria, a teen, finds herself recreating her best friend Jared’s dreams, and must give up one of her internal organs to a wealthy invalid with every line she flubs.”

- Next On “Black Mirror”

Gabourey Sidibe in FOX’s new series, Empire Eve loves her











Gabourey Sidibe in FOX’s new series, Empire

Eve loves her

This 109-Year-Old Woman Says The Key To Living A Super Long Life Is To Avoid Men Completely

This 109-Year-Old Woman Says The Key To Living A Super Long Life Is To Avoid Men Completely:

georgewbush666:

“My secret to a long life has been staying away from men,” Gallan told the Daily Mail. “They’re just more trouble than they’re worth.”

ostealjewelry:



ostealjewelry:

ufansius: Jason Polan, from his Watercolor Fruit series.













ufansius:

Jason Polan, from his Watercolor Fruit series.

“Wallace Berman – In Conversation” 12″ Vinyl Album (Edition of 400) Published by Edition Muta

WB_IC
WALLACE BERMAN – IN CONVERSATION…
A previously lost recording published for the first time, featuring Wallace Berman
discussing his work, art and literature with Shirley Berman, Hal Glicksman,
Jack and Ruth Hirschman.

Recorded by Hal Glicksman at the Berman family home, Topanga Canyon, 1968.
Mastered from the original tape recording, with a text by Tosh Berman.
“When I hear Wallace on this tape, I still can’t recall his voice or sound. Some years ago, Hal Glicksman played this tape to me and my mom when we were planning the retrospective right after Wallace died.  What shocked me is that he was playing it in the background at a meeting and I didn’t have the foggiest idea it was my dad on that tape. I spent the first 21 years of my life with Wallace, and when he died, his voice disappeared as well.”
– Tosh Berman
Published 2015
Vinyl LP | 55m 55s
MUTA 05 / ISBN 978-0-9850044-6-0 / Edition of 400
Co-published with Derringer Books

You can purchase the album online here:
http://editionmuta.com/catalogue/wallace-berman-in-conversation/

prostheticknowledge: The Pirate Cinema Online Online version of…









prostheticknowledge:

The Pirate Cinema Online

Online version of Nicolas Maigret's tech art installation is a real-time video visualization of torrent download activity (and oddly mesmerizing) - a video capture example embedded below:

The hidden activity and geography of real-time peer-to-peer file sharing via BitTorrent is revealed in The Pirate Cinema an online piece by Nicolas Maigret.

In this monitoring room, omnipresent telecommunications surveillance gains a global face, as the program plunders the core of restless activity online, revealing how visual media is consumed and disseminated across the globe.

This live work produces an arbitrary mash-up of the BitTorrent files being exchanged in real time, based on the traffic of the Pirate Bay’s top100 videos. These fragmentary contents in transit are monitored, transforming BitTorrent network users (unknown to them) into contributors to an endless audio-visual composition.

You can view the real-time feed and find out more here

10 Best Adventures of 1915

buchan10 Best Adventure Novels of 1915!

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