Showing posts with label collaborative. Show all posts
Showing posts with label collaborative. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Re: Dear Nancy

Someone writes back promptly, maybe the intended recipient, perhaps not. "On authenticity: I DO know how to go about finding it, it is not whimsical, it is a bird in the hand, resources, practical things like that. Thoughts from the backseat and countertops of society in little messages to mothers only go so far as that mother whom still loves you but is afraid of what you've become."

Carrying on now.

"Just because the "cabineers" symbolize the "technology reality" of sorts" (what does this even mean) because you come up North, to our modern getaway, it doesn't mean much. Now, knowing that you wrote this on a pad of my stationary, maybe slightly drunk on wine -- I found this review as well, stashed away in the pantry with the recycling:

Clingy, heavy lags, high sugar content.
The review: Little Penguin Shiraz.

Caramel accents (?)
Australian shiraz, grown in what region? (SE Australia)
A bit fruity.

(Indistinguishable handwriting follows).

Furthermore: "I can be witty and creative to and use metaphors for things like this, so let me deconstruct your made-up axioms just like Stalin would with the non-non-believers. The technology propelling your food with fire burn restrictions is only a temporary solace." (So, hypothetically, the fire bans are lifted; you wrongfully assume that technology for some people is actually easier than starting a fire, perhaps some people find it an inconvenience and prefer to make the meal over the fire, slow, time consuming as hunger is driving through the brain --"

"And the town, connected, is more of an "inconvenience in authenticity." An inconvenience in authenticity implies that there is a slight slip in authenticity, a probe beyond the normal level, assuming there is one. What you are trying to say here is that why drive 250 miles north for relaxation, serenity, a respite from authentic daily life, in a sense, where you may lose a bar of cell phone service or actually have it improve from your house, I don't know, ours improves, but why, and I agree, that it is slightly an inconvenience to this madness. It was not always that way though, capturing that sentiment can be found in black-and-white photographs of days past.

"Hybridization of sexuality" means nothing, complete b.s. "The man who is the sole romantic aesthetic" versus others find it in those who represent classical knowledge as well" is just an attempt to cover something up, an inadequacy, unknown.

So here are my own, based upon what you've already written, coming from the wine review.

Clingy, heavy lags, high sugar content: A lot like a personality, maybe, a big high followed by a crash.

The review: Little Penguin Shiraz. The flavor has equally impressive dark sweet fruity closing with an impressive length. This Australian shiraz holds its own with hard cheeses and anything on the barbie, from red meats to blackened fish. Done.

Caramel accents (?) Maybe you meant camel? Australian shiraz, grown in what region? South-Eastern Australia' denotes an enormous zone which includes South Australia, New South Wales, and Victoria.

A bit fruity. Meaning you probably drank too much.

Monday, January 18, 2010

What People Are Thinking About as they Walk By

Charle declares his major as anthropology.
He has goals, will we see him fulfill these goals?
Travis has something to say but is withholding.

Something is weighing Cooper, I can hear it in his voice - his body language indicates that his mind is elsewhere.

I like holding onto this, it makes me more observant.
Note: Observe room entrances.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Dear Nancy

Here is a message from the future.

It will be early spring or summertime, crafting your next grocery list, and I hope that you are doing well ... I'm not sure where Athos, Aramis, D'Artagnan, Porthos, etc., are floating right now but rest assured the paradigm shift has been accomplished and all is well, so, go about it, shop merrily. But I stole all of your stationary off of the refrigerator (apologies now in the present) so you won't be able to make your list in the future come time so here you are, warned.

As we sit here, listening to techno-esque, yet seemingly guiltly-pleasure-fulfilling music (think Lady GahhGahh) and I think of Seattle and vans and cruising (or defying) Interstate 5 and we nearly die but we are alive now (but today is infinite) so I think ultimately of what is to be done, love games, tomorrow, etc., (etc., now appearing twice) and think -- sleepy little town in a blanket of -26° (C) snow and cold; perhaps the New Age wolf people or hippies or hipsters or people with beards, cars (90's vintage Subarus) and making calls on things such as:

survival
fishing
outfitting;

and it is not the East Coast, so they have some authenticity. Time for some technics (?, not my wording) and some leave with excitement and West Coast withdrawl as the basis for poetry and feelings and stuff where people want to know but cannot?

A goldfish and sheep are drawn as lines in the stationary sand --

And now I don't know but we are here listening to CCR, taking pictures, posed and poised for greatness, and I decide the artists of the group are biologists at heart as they capture simplistic fish and mammals. Maybe they are of the naturalist approach, these artists, here is what they would do in six months as a subgenre of a backcountry movement that is the sleepy little town, a brief pass down Sheridan street, some movement and maybe a stop at the Shop, but onwards down the Fernberg road so these people don't (or do?) know this town - maybe.

Townsfolk, they hate it (one person speaking for all, now, to antagonize) because the "cabineers" symbolize the "technology reality" of sorts because you come up North as this is the modern getaway, but a gesture from technology in "getting off" in the 'Dubs because you may get off the Road (Fernberg one of many) -- but the technology propelling your food with fire burn restrictions is only a temporary solace.

And the town, connected, is more of an "inconvenience in authenticity" as hybridization of sexuality - for some find the essence in the man who is the sole romantic aesthetic, (i.e., hockey players), but others find it in those who represent classical knowledge as well -- (no offense to hockey players in philosophy) because they know the Truth of both women and the sleepy little town; not image-based folk, because if the town wants authenticity I do not know how to go about finding it, or anything practical like that, only on thoughts from the backseat and countertops of society in little messages to mothers dear (doubtful to read) and listening to the pulse.