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that’s a good point, not sure why I defaulted to that. I think it comes down to what you pointed out. the tab is half the story for certain songs, and I had to piece it together by watching and listening so I could “grammartize” it.
I recently watched this doc on the New Yorker single panel comics “Very Semi-Serious”. Nothing overly special but it did get me thinking in terms of this non-verbal distillation form of a comic. Single panel is limiting but also eases some technical aspects. Want to say you might have some good ideas in that space, or a cooperation (plumbing past convos) could work.
random points I thought of to share
The hat’s relation to shadows. Wearing a shadow. How obvious and late to see this. Might need to add an entry to shadow doc. The hat, the vest - I see these as working class garments, not fancy.
“WE do not dislike everything that shines, but we do prefer a pensive luster to a shallow brilliance, a murky light that, whether in stone or artifact, bespeaks a sheen of antiquity.
Of course this “sheen of antiquity” of which he hear about is in fact the glow of grime.
fitzcarraldo-esque futility, and collecting. connecting these ideas. “This is why everything that cannot be invested in human relationships is invested in objects.” Tom Sukanen’s Prairie Ship
I noticed a few months ago there was a drift occurring with the “share icon.” I always think of canonical share as the “3 node, 2 edges” diagram (bottom). Now I see more of the first in this diagram (which to me is too similar to “upload”).
But what produces such differences in taste? In my opinion it is this: we Orientals tend to seek our satis- factions in whatever surroundings we happen to find ourselves, to content ourselves with things as they are; and so darkness causes us no discontent, we resign ourselves to it as inevitable. If light is scarce then light is scarce; we will immerse ourselves in the darkness and there discover its own particular beauty. But the progressive Westerner is determined always to better his lot. From candle to oil lamp, oil lamp to gaslight, gaslight to electric light—his quest for a brighter light never ceases, he spares no pains to eradicate even the minutest shadow.
I have written all this because I have thought that there might still be somewhere, possibly in literature or the arts, where something could be saved. I would call back at least for literature this world of shadows we are losing. In the mansion called literature I would have the eaves deep and the walls dark, I would push back into the shadows the things that come forward too clearly, I would strip away the useless decoration. I do not ask that this be done everywhere, but perhaps we may be allowed at least one mansion where we can turn off the electric lights and see what it is like without them.
It is difficult to assess the total cost to society as a whole of thus referring real conflicts and needs to the technical sphere, itself in thrall to fashion and forced consumption. But that cost is certainly colossal. If one considers the automobile, for instance, it is very hard now even to imagine what an extraordinary tool for the reorganization of human relations it might have been, thanks to its victory over space and the structural convergence of several techniques that it represented, so quickly did it become encrusted with parasitic reactions defined by the requirements of prestige, comfort, unconscious projection, and so forth — functions which first impeded and then blocked the automobile’s essential func- tion, which was human integration. Today the car is a completely inert object. Ever more thoroughly abstracted from its social function of transportation, while at the same time serving to trap that function within archaic modalities, it continues to undergo frantic transformations, revisions and metamorphoses within the limits of possibility of a structure that cannot be changed. And a whole civilization can come to a halt in the same way as the automobile.
the van life, pimp my ride, truck culture, the bike