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Emily St. John Mandel on Sontag:

durgapolashi:

"Reading Sontag’s essays, all these decades later, the content is often interesting, but equally notable is the supreme self-assurance on display, the calm explication of the way things are. She was more self-conscious in the privacy of her personal journals, but in public her confidence was remarkable. Much later in life, she noted of her 1960s essays that “they were very insolent, like a young person’s work.” Confidence is a privilege of the young—I don’t know about you, but I was never more confident in my understanding of the way the world worked than when I was seventeen or eighteen years old—but she wrote those essays in her thirties, which is young but not that young.”

The entire essay, HERE. 

One of my favourite university professors compared my writing to Sontag’s once, when I was eighteen. At the time it made me feel overwhelmed, suffocated, silenced in some ways. Now it fills me with a strange mix of pride and regret. 

5centsapound:

Disarming Design from Palestine


Disarming Design from Palestine is an inclusive design label that presents functional products from Palestine, that provide an alternative narrative from what you might usually find in the high street. The collection includes objects such as hourglasses that use cement from the separation wall, a dress made out of one keffiyeh, embroidered car decorations, scarfs depicting landscapes, olive leaves as earrings and an impossible chess game with water tanks and watch towers. The growing collection of products is presented on-line and through a traveling exhibition.* As a collection it aims to represent Palestinian culture in its current reality and reflect upon the function of art in situations of conflict.
The goods are developed, designed and produced by contemporary designers, artists and students in collaboration with local artisans and producers. During several ‘create-shops’ they engage in an enriching design dialogue with small emerging businesses and international colleagues. The project aims to catalyze the development of design as a discourse in Palestine.

womanhouse:

Xavier Antin, Just in Time, or A Short History of Production, (2010)
A book printed through a printing chain made of four desktop printers using four different colors and technologies dated from 1880 to 1976. A production process that brings together small scale and large scale production, two sides of the same history.
MAGENTA (Stencil duplicator, 1880)
CYAN (Spirit duplicator, 1923)
BLACK (Laser printer, 1969)
YELLOW (Inkjet printer, 1976)
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GO TO THE LINK, LOOK AT THE RESULT. This kind of art blows my mind.

womanhouse:

Xavier Antin, Just in Time, or A Short History of Production, (2010)

A book printed through a printing chain made of four desktop printers using four different colors and technologies dated from 1880 to 1976. A production process that brings together small scale and large scale production, two sides of the same history.

  • MAGENTA (Stencil duplicator, 1880)
  • CYAN (Spirit duplicator, 1923)
  • BLACK (Laser printer, 1969)
  • YELLOW (Inkjet printer, 1976)

(via)

GO TO THE LINK, LOOK AT THE RESULT. This kind of art blows my mind.

BOOK MEME

BOOK MEME

from batarde

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.

  1. On Photography by Susan Sontag 
  2. Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood
  3. The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
  4. Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden
  5. Middlesex by Jeremy Eugenides
  6. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
  7. Mauve Desert by Nicole Brossard (read English version first, translated by Susanne de Lotbinière-Harwood)
  8. Killing rage by bell hooks
  9. Art Now by Taschen Books (specifically this edition my sister bought for me when I was a teenager which was formative as fuck and introduced me to Cindy Sherman, Zoe Leonard, Barbara Kruger, etc)
  10. Real Indians and others: Mixed-blood urban native peoples and indigenous nationhood by Bonita Lawrence

It’s funny, in doing this, I realized how much the memory of where/when I read these books/who recommended or gave me the book weighs in to the importance I give them. I really struggle with these sorts of lists because I need more limitations, i.e. fiction, non-fiction. What the fuck does “touched me” mean? These are ones that shaped me, rattled me, spoke to me, and I feel like listing 10 is not nearly enough. A better list can be found here.

wnyc:

GOPY

There’s been some really bad shit going on in Quebec City these days with cyclists (notably one being struck and killed by a police officer under very, very sketchy circumstances). I’m trying to remind myself of the joy I used to get from riding my bike. 
I miss riding in critical mass bike rides. I miss riding my bike with friends. I miss feeling not safe, but empowered on the streets when my feet were on the pedals. Seeing this reminds me of how good it felt in Toronto bike away from catcallers while telling them to fuck off, unafraid of the repercussions because I was on my fucking bike, and you, you lowly pedestrian catcaller, your feet cannot take you fast enough to do anything about it. 
This reminds me of those things and I love it.


Also, THRASHED.

wnyc:

GOPY

There’s been some really bad shit going on in Quebec City these days with cyclists (notably one being struck and killed by a police officer under very, very sketchy circumstances). I’m trying to remind myself of the joy I used to get from riding my bike. 

I miss riding in critical mass bike rides. I miss riding my bike with friends. I miss feeling not safe, but empowered on the streets when my feet were on the pedals. Seeing this reminds me of how good it felt in Toronto bike away from catcallers while telling them to fuck off, unafraid of the repercussions because I was on my fucking bike, and you, you lowly pedestrian catcaller, your feet cannot take you fast enough to do anything about it. 

This reminds me of those things and I love it.

Also, THRASHED.