Wasting Our Time

Karen Horney’s (pron. “Horn-eye”) Neurosis and Human Growth is an influential but heterodox work of psychoanalytic theory that argues on behalf of self-realization (her coinage). It’s a good book that would’ve been a great essay, so I want to compress its framework of ideas here and sort what felt resonant from what didn't. Here’s the… Continue reading Wasting Our Time

Laloux

I took 3-MeO-PCP for the first time in a long time in the baby-blue kitchen of L & N’s apartment. I dissolved into litboard conversations on The Brothers K and then went to the Rubin at 7:30 and smoked a spliff by the entrance and went inside and went down to the theatre and went upstairs to… Continue reading Laloux

Divided Minds

Sea Scroll 4Q248, previously entitled "Pseudo History" We can't go on together / with divided minds.—Pseudo Elvis Last time on @4Q248, i.e. PA.blogspot.com: We're not saying life makes people schizo, we're talking excessive frustration left unprocessed, or regular baseline frustration amplified by unstable parents [and] chaotic environments, charges vectors in the direction of schizo process.… Continue reading Divided Minds

Valerie, No

i.  dry 35° / lavender / wet west gust Before anything else, Oval (Elvia Wilk, 2019) is an idea novel. Anecdotes, ruminations, political monologues, thought experiments pushing the usual simulations of scifi into something almost philosophy. Its subjects are ecology, government systems, and that ambiguous word neoliberalism (here meant in the sense of blurring private sector and state,… Continue reading Valerie, No

Junkspace

OtherInter.net, a small consulting group co-run by my friend Toby Shorin, has started up a series of workshops with folks from the community. Drew Austin of Kneeling Bus is teaching a course called the Digital Transformation of Physical Space, which I'll be enrolled in over the the next four weeks. I'll be keeping track of… Continue reading Junkspace

Panic in Central Park: Predictive Hermeneutics in Girls S5E6

Dez & Marnie are sitting on their marital bed. She has headphones in, sitting cross-legged staring intently into her Macbook; he’s got puka shells around his neck and strums an acoustic guitar, bobbing his head at her, raising his brow, trying to get a look. It’s harmless but needy, like a puppy who deep down… Continue reading Panic in Central Park: Predictive Hermeneutics in Girls S5E6