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Muse: Shelf Life: The Dying Elephant in…, in reply to recordari,
Not J.D Salinger, but interests include synesthesia and its close association with competitive pig-calling and favourite colour is the shade of taupe that signifies the high tide mark in a well-used bathtub.
From the linked article: "...refusal to play the publicity game, or to appear to swim in the same water as their readers, can signify everything -- or nothing at all..."
As Ferdinand de Saussure once said. "No word is inherently meaningful. Rather a word is only a 'signifier,' or the representation of something, and it must be combined in the brain with the 'signified,' or the thing itself, in order to form a meaning-imbued 'sign.' In dismantling 'signs' we come to an empirical understanding of how humans synthesise physical stimuli into words and other abstract concepts." I agree.
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Muse: Shelf Life: The Dying Elephant in…, in reply to Jackie Clark,
Kind messages would be well received, even by hermits, I imagine. If celebrity sits, then more power to those with whom it does so comfortably... The fact that it may not shouldn't preclude the work of an author from either excellent publicity, or scathing reviews. Until humans achieve singularity with machines, the words are the story, not the person who wrote them. If one day I have my face in full view on an ipad, narrating Book 1 of my yet to be published autobiography The Ghostwriter in the Machine with subtitles and the sound turned down, I'll politely inquire: Dear reader, is it your voice or mine you're hearing as you read this?
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In-person contact between writers & readers is one development
Unfortunately authorial anonymity is considered at best a disease, at worst 'brand suicide'. And from where I sit, in a metaphysical fug here on my sofa in front of the television, whiskey in hand, slippers on and pants off, that seems unacceptable.
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Is the fence from the seabed to above the waves, or does it sit below the surface waiting to foot-trip navies? I'll read Genesis to find out. I hope it's a five wire post and batten fence, with the top wire barbed and the second electrified to make a synchronised swimming attack difficult. If it's suburban paling, that's a vast canvas for aquatic taggers which could be a nice addition to the horizon; but please, no trellis!
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We shouldn't feel the need to accomplish things. To exist is enough, unless a cost-benefit analysis indicates otherwise.
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Personally, I found Tool was completely inspiring from front and centre – the closest I've been to any stage at any BDO, in fact. A complete immersion in a journey of delirious light and trippy sound. I knew I had to do this from when they last played and the experience didn't translate at the Home of the Warriors like it had at the Brixton Academy. So pleased I put up with the people who took three songs to give up trying to mosh to complex time signature beats and polyrhythms and decide to listen, watch in wonder then groove and soar.
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Beach and backyard is exactly right. Mostly day trips from the farm across the road to Mahurangi Harbour, particularly Sullivans Bay and Te Muri, plus a not-so-secret-spot known as Big Bay (accessible only via my wee leisure craft – The Little Brown Floater.) Late evenings are spent with friends and family around a bbq on the lawn, with a medley of beer brands loose in an ice-filled chilly bin and a variety of experimental cocktails. The format has become an entirely pleasant habit. First foray back into city life is for Public Enemy on Saturday night.
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given the amount of twatcockery that has pervaded 2010
So right. So very, very right.
Hooray for twatcock; may it fit as snugly into the annals of modern vernacular as a digit fits a fingerless glove.
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When time allows, I invite God's traders inside, explain that I'm willing to be converted if their sales pitch stacks up (and that I really hope it does because that'd be neat for both of us) and continue to ask questions such as: does god really love a trier? is it true that your religion lets me have only 6 wives? are you sure? can an omnipotent god resolve an unresolvable paradox? heard of circular logic? what about this weather we're having? tried any other religions? read any good books lately? you look lonely, what are you doing later tonight? want to see my appendix scar? my gout then? – until they get unsettled into trying to close the deal, at which point I say that it's been real, but I'm not convinced.
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Mikey is kaleidoscopic. The seemingly arbitrary havoc of music and talk tumbles and whirls across the airwaves then reassembles as a quite uplifting whole.
The fractured, imperfect moments only add to the beauty of the pattern.
I tend to come away from listening to his shows feeling better; much as I do after my daily dose of kaleidoscope viewing time.