Drunken Bike Rides at Night

The other night, I went on a drunken bike ride. I can’t believe that I waited twenty-seven years to go on a drunken bike ride at night. I got the idea from reading Henry Miller.* I listened to rap music on my drunken bike ride, which made it all the more exciting. Had iPhones or iPods or Walkmen or even transistor radios been invented when Henry Miller went on his drunken bike rides, Henry Miller doubtless would have listened to Schubert or something. Perhaps he could have tied a gramophone to the handlebars. Probably not, though. I can’t really see that working.

Could the iPhone exist without rap music? Could “Henry Miller” exist without drunken bike rides at night?

*I had a friend in college who once got a B.U.I. for riding a tricycle he had stolen out of a stranger’s front yard in the middle of a busy avenue while intoxicated. But I only remembered this just now.

Le Blog de Jean-Paul Sartre →

newyorker:

In 1959, Jean-Paul Sartre started a blog. It didn’t work out too well… Continue reading.

Okay, also this.

Meow.

Oh, Jonathan.

“Now astonishment is a mental shock at the incomparability of a representation and the rule that is given through it with the principles already grounded in the mind, which thus produces a doubt as to whether one has seen or judged correctly; but admiration is an astonishment that continually recurs despite the disappearance of this doubt.”

— Immanuel Kant, Critique of Judgment (1790)

Slavoj Žižek Compendium

ebookcollective:

1991, For They Know Not What They Do

1992, Enjoy Your Symptom!

1992, Everything You Wanted to Know About Lacan But Were Afraid to Ask Hitchcock

1992, Tarrying With the Negative

1994, The Metastases of Enjoyment

1995, Mapping Ideology

1996, The Indivisible Remainder

1997, The Abyss of Freedom

1997, The Plague of Fantasies

1999, The Ticklish Subject

2000, Contingency, Hegemony, Universality

The French Fry

Jean-Pierre Frite (2637-2666) was the last of the great French professional wrestlers. He earned his nickname, “The French Fry,” due to his surname, “Frite,” meaning “fry” or “fried” in French. Of course, he was actually Swiss. As he was one of the heroes in the days leading up to the apocalypse––noted for rescuing hundreds of civilians from Horsemen 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5––he frequently appeared on reality television and, for a short time, was employed as a commentator for Fox News in the early 2660s.

The Partisan

I live around the corner from the Obama campaign office in Minneapolis. The office faces University Avenue, fully apparent with its large, plate glass windows & decorative text, bold in its reds, whites, and blues. Just a week ago, I noticed that the two large trees which had previously guarded the office and its sidewalk from traffic had been unceremoniously cut down. Cynically, I couldn’t help but notice the irony of the local office of the Democratic incumbent—the default “green” candidate—chopping down a couple of “green” trees in order to increase its visibility to the public.

Of course, this is a conspiracy theory.

I walk by the office at least a couple times a day: usually when I’m half a sheet to the wind, head down, tired—especially the last few days, now that I’ve been riding my bicycle. The people that work there—volunteer?—they’ve got to know that I’m on the team. But looking at me, I wonder how they feel about that.

I recorded this little baby song last night, using all the reverb I could find.

“The Twist was a guided missile, launched from the ghetto into the very heart of suburbia. The Twist succeeded, as politics, religion, and law could never do, in writing in the heart and soul what the Supreme Court could only write on the books. The Twist was a form of therapy for a convalescing nation. The Omnipotent Administrator and the Ultrafeminine responded so dramatically, in stampede fashion, to the Twist precisely because it afforded them the possibility of reclaiming their Bodies again after generations of alienated and disembodied existence.”

— Eldridge Cleaver, Soul on Ice (1968)

carrieabigstick:

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