I just got back from my favorite computer store to see if they had any hot new notebooks. I'm not in the market, I'm just a gadgetophile. Yes, I have thing-fetish, and it's a hard thing to kick even if you know it's the right thing to do. It's one of the true curses of modern western wealthculture. Anyway, there was not a computer to see… On Saturday four guys had bust in with shotguns and taken all their best notebooks.
I just had a great bruch of huevos ranchero (a fried egg, ham, and baked beans in a tortilla bowl), and now I'm going to try and coerce @home into uploading an image update to BME. (So check for that later today). Oh, and I think I may well eat some marzipan as I wait.
24 hours till Porsche time.
"The secret faith of the 20th century is not modernism. The secret faith of the 20th century is nostalgia for the archaic: nostalgia for the Paleolithic. And that gives us body piercing, abstract expressionism, surrealism, jazz, rock and roll, and catastrophe theory. And why does this matter? It matters because it shows that the way out is back, and the future is a forward escape into the past."
"As we break out of the infantile obsessions of the marketplace, what we discover is that in the body there are Niagaras of beauty. Alien beauty, alien dimensions that are part of the self, the richest part of life."
on the Archaic Revival