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via tsutpen.blogspot.com Joe Strum­mer pays a visit to William Bur­roughs. It’s Clash-era Joe, in the late 70’s, prob­a­bly sit­ting with Bur­roughs in his writer’s den on the Lower East Side of Man­hat­tan. Here’s the irony: Bur­roughs was an essen­tial embod­i­ment of nihilism and destruc­tive vio­lence. He lived the psy­chic quandry of Satre’s Stranger: unfil­tered pragmatism […]

If you are writ­ing with­out zest, with­out gusto, with­out love, with­out fun, you are only half a writer. Ray Brad­bury Work with love and think of lik­ing it when you do it. Bar­bara Euland I think I’m pretty mushy and I accept the greasy mys­tery of love. Self-love is a big­ger hur­dle for me, but I […]

In the quiet of am empty cathe­dral, arche­types creep up on you. Yan­kee Sta­dium is that kind of place for a long-time base­ball fan. The imagery is mytho­log­i­cal; a mod­ern pan­theon of ordi­nary men who did un-ordinary things, who are held up in mem­ory as being some­thing more than men. Like Gods, they have their […]

Yes, the news­pa­pers were right: snow was gen­eral all over Ire­land. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, fur­ther west­wards, softly falling into the dark muti­nous Shan­non waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely church­yard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses […]

Two trees I stud­ied the topo­graph­i­cal map once To find out the secret of the two big trees In the lower yard. They were the per­ma­nent Things about that piece of land our house Had stood on for more than one hun­dred years. The two acres peaked at 480 feet above sea level And dipped in […]

Yes­ter­day I flew from the east coast to Los Ange­les and watched two movies that were uncanny in the sim­i­lar­ity of their view of the human con­di­tion. The moral syn­chronic­ity was more star­tling for the cul­tural chasm between the two films: the uber-Wasp cor­po­rate real­ity of the Reit­man broth­ers’ Up in the Air and the […]

Know that it is good to work. Work with love and think of lik­ing it when you do it. It is easy and inter­est­ing. It is a priv­i­lege. There is noth­ing hard about it except your anx­ious van­ity and fear of fail­ure. Bar­bara Euland, If You Want to Write Around the time I dis­cov­ered that more […]

There was a time once when the open­ing bars of this song — almost any by the Pogues, really — would bring the sense of tears to the cor­ners of my eyes, a tight­ness across my chest.  There was so much Love that had been lost, so much yearn­ing that had been mis­placed, too many […]

The things I couldn’t learn in school:  chem­istry, physics, other lan­guages.  These have become the things that are at the core of under­stand­ing. At one not-to-distant point in time, under­stand­ing human nature was the prove­nance of the human­i­ties, with some sprin­kling of the pseudo-science of anthro­pol­ogy sprin­kled in.  Con­text and com­par­i­son gave you the framework […]

via youtube.com Every­thing that you need to know about neural net­works, micro-chips, elec­trodes & san­guin­ity, spe­cial effects and the power of love to over­come all obsta­cles. For a heart-warming, time-warping triple fea­ture, watch Tron with The Planet of the Apes and Time & Again. from Dan McCarthy’s Stream