Motherfucker, get your mouth open, you know you’re mine.
Hey, nuts-n-gum, I know you loved this movie, which I still haven’t seen, but I do love Aaron Bady’s writing, and I think you might, too.
Since leaving Phoenix on June 18th
Anne Carson — The Albertine Workout
Anne Carson — Nay Rather
Keith Ridgway — Never Love a Gambler
David Harvey — The Condition of Postmodernity
Jean-Francois Lyotard — Driftworks
William Vollmann — Last Stories and Other Stories
Giorgio Agamben — Remnants of Auschwitz
Jacques Ranciere — The Emancipated Spectator
The State of Things (anthology)
Julia Kristeva — Desire in Language
Bikes stolen: 1
Bikes retrieved: 1
Jobs applied for: 15+
Interviews had: 5
Job offers: 1
Jobs accepted: 1
Jobs rejected before offered: 1
Number of times I’ve told Herman, “Buddy, you have to chill” : 10,000+
Number of times I’ve told myself, “Buddy, you have to chill” : 15+
Dinner parties thrown: 1
Pianos lifted: 1
Strangers (purposefully) conversed with: 11+
Coffees drunk: 12+
Beers drunk: 25+
Miles biked: my brain says 40-50, my thighs say 400-500
New Barren Nieces songs are available as one, long track. Give them a listen, give it a download, share, steal, pass off as your own.
"Our faith that our work offers non-material rewards, and is more integral to our identity than a ‘regular’ job would be, makes us ideal employees when the goal of management is to extract our labor’s maximum value at minimum cost." (Sarah Brouillette, qtd in essay)
This is the best essay I’ve read in a long time. It should be read by every artist, academic and low-wage worker that I know.