Thu 13 Aug
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at: curate
“The cotton-candy machine comes from the celebrative and festive times of the formative years, the dog days of pure experience. By wrapping my hands in cotton-candy (sugar) that consequently is liquefied by the sun I propose an opening to past pure experiences. The sugar sticky syrup like blood eventually becomes crusty, a scab that forms giving way to the scar. This action searches at the points where reality exchanges with the events and ideas of the past, thus are negating the action to the point where it ceases to be relevant.” (via The Disquieting Food Art of Stephen J Shanabrook)
I hate cotton candy.
Wed 29 Jul
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Stanley Kubrick
at: chicago tribune
Diners in the fabulous Pump Room of Ambassador East, however, think little of paying $10 for lunch.
Sat 25 Jul
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Conquistador from ‘mildewy east german pedagogy textbooks.’
Should write a prequel to Harry Turtledove’s The Guns of the South set in the Yucatan just so this could be the cover.
at: owl foreigner
Tue 21 Jul
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Mon 20 Jul
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Birth of an Island, Ryan Browning
“We were making sand castles. Now we swim in the sea that swept them away.” —Rem Koolhaas
