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f r th se tr cky s mpt ms (June 13, 2007-December 31, 2008)
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- For Rudolf Arnheim
- Seismic Waves
- For Marcel Marceau
- Tooth and nail
- Dialogue of Facts
- 1903: postcards
- The affirmation of imagination
- This ain't my space
- Oblique portraits III: Oh that picnic eye
- Oblique portraits II: it's all in the attitude
- Oblique portraits I: Ready or not
- It must be hereditary.
- Listen to the sound of the chicken teriyaki
- Basta.
- Vestige: II (San Who?)
- Vestige: I (St. Denis: Who woulda thunk?)
- A shovel to be shipped
- Portrait of a lady by Babyfood
- Then that's all you need
- How old are you?
- Back to Bazin: Life is Baroque
- Unfortunate portrait: ain't no love
- Train of thought
- Sometimes a post is just a post
- Calling Dr. Pepper (Who is Dr. Pepper?)
- Elements of Style
- P.S. You have a funny way of expressing yourself
- This is a special announcement
- The Supreme Adventurer
- The hinges of
- Remède: Evite Godard,
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2 comments:
An archetypal instance [of "free time"] is the behavior of those who grill themselves brown in the sun merely for the sake of a sun-tan, although dozing in the blazing sunshine is not at all enjoyable, might very possibly be physically unpleasant, and certainly impoverishes the mind. In the sun-tan, which can be quite fetching, the fetish character of the commodity lays claim to actual people; they themselves become fetishes. The idea that a girl is more erotically attractive because of her brown skin is probably only another rationalization. The sun-tan is an end in itself, of more importance than the boy-friend it was perhaps supposed to entice.
I'm leaving a second comment because I don't like to put all my comment eggs in one basket.
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