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Puisevaa

He rented a dwelling that was once a storehouse for the palace candles from a eunuch who had once served the Empress Dowager Cixi.

Chinese Household Furniture

yet another vessel for Shklovsky to rehash his pet theories and ideas, among them, ostranenie, or to “make strange.” This was the term Shklovsky coined to describe the formal decisions an artist makes to shake people from the stupor of received meaning so that they might emerge trembling and radiant from the encounter, and find themselves capable of insurrection. This was the transfiguring purpose of art.

Dickens passage on Deleuze’s immanence

“… waste was seen as a sign of inefficiency. Ideally, all inputs should be turned into outputs, data and knowledge into published work, all without a shred of waste!
What the bean counters hadn’t understood, the anthropologist went on, is how inefficiency is the very essence of creative practice.”

i’d be curious to see through a lens of an environmentalist

deleuze’s deserted islands

donald lipski

She was swimming in material—text, images, video, interviews, notes, so many notes—but the form of the thing, how the project would come together, how it would take, eluded her. At one point she considered throwing everything against the wall, or rather, into some kind of mixed media installation. But who would give her the space to stage it?

gordon matta clark

“A Thomasson, Nobu explained, is a street artifact that has become useless and derelict because it no longer serves its original function. An outline of a window filled with concrete is a Thomasson.”

“Alice thought how sentimentality didn’t seem to compute in this industry town, an outlook she envied at times, but mostly she was relieved to have left the area, although she had to admit the restaurant scene was incredible thanks to the critical mass of Asian tech workers who now lived there.”

cupertino kids seen

landmarks mentioned that place the protagonist within a square mile of my home…..

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_...

“like newborn kittens, their eyes still gummed shut and their ears not even properly sprouted, vulnerable to being drowned in a sack or left in a shoebox beneath a freeway underpass—and how, despite and because of all this, nothing quite gleams like a future project, forever the unspoiled crush-object seen from across the room.”

in many ways very much meant for me at this time. beating the allegations of shiny magpie syndrome? never. maybe the project is the shiny objects we collect along the way….

the artist and montano; an exercise in mirror or in attention.

“All saved face with the deus ex machina of the project.”

annie ernaux

ed ruscha but myrtle avenue.

“Her motivation for photographing the street wasn’t to make art. It was to shore her memory against forgetting, the outsized aggravation she felt when she couldn’t remember the name of the glum, antiseptic Polish restaurant that had preceded the gourmet burger spot that was now a Nepalese restaurant.”

bergson

there were only four working walk-in phone booths left in New York City.

probably gonna dnf this is not for me

so sweet and sad and makes me want to hug my parents and grandparents tightly

I’m so glad I gave this a chance

I love the sections about her interactions with her father. The writing feels sometimes sloppy (not the right word), hasty. Other parts are just insightful. Not sure what to make of the parts about the artist. I know the author is interested in time but I’m not sure how she’s going to bring them together. So far it doesn’t seem to me that she needs both.

Helllllllp this book is so depressing!!!

“How come free time never feels like free time”

According to the Artist’s wife, his manner of talking, even in Chinese, falls somewhere between that of an eight-year-old and a philosopher.

Words like aplomb and meaningful references to Beauvoir are ruined by writing like "o shit," "dissipated like a fart," and "all-time weirdest." Like somebody's sad autofictive senior thesis. Sorry!

Just checking in since this is a library book and I can't dog ear or underline..

so far, so bad. Uses weird words and phrases like "daddy" and "hit up the restaurant." I don't necessarily mind bad writing, but the characters are so undeveloped. Is that because everybody is depressed and their personality has dulled? That's the only understandable explanation. Even so, it's not like the protagonist mentions being sad