Busy, busy days. The grad school rush is on, kids, and building applications is a more involved process than I ever anticipated it could be. But nevermind, it’s being handled. Meanwhile, I’m crossing my fingers for Mac. Here’s hoping his job is saved.
I watched 8 1/2 again tonight. I sometimes wonder if anyone else anywhere feels the same way about this film. It simply makes me cry. It’s beautiful. All of the people… and Guido, especially Guido… I know them all. I love the film. I love it.
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)