The first tool produced by man at the very instant of becoming man was the stone knife. Human reason produces knives because it works like a knife, and it works like a knife because it produces knives. — Vilém Flusser, Vampyroteuthis Infernalis
…philosophy is like the attic where, in diﬃcult times, one accumulates resources, lines up tools, and sharpens knives. — Alain Badiou, Infinite Thought
"And love survives the lovers"—Etel Adnan
for me, scifi is ultimately about finding ways to talk about slimy blue fluid in lots of different ways
|nice friend person:||hey, how've you been?|
|me:||capitalism is crushing me. i am barely surviving. i am full of toxic resentment. i want revenge.|
A few shots from my on-going Montreal trip. I haven’t really been that much of a shutterbug. It’s been strange being back; really I’m here to see Catherine, and Scott & Caity. Two for two; guess I can go home now.
Beers in parc Laurier on Sunday escalated to a full-blown picnic, then a bottle of bourbon and then more beer then 2 am karaoke. I’m still recovering.
See you soon.