Nu Cat on the Block

hi Pie.

cat-a-lyst

Chemistry. A substance that causes or accelerates a chemical reaction without itself being affected.

Con Vino

[Footnote: This is from a while ago. It was originally posted on livejournal, but I like it a lot and I think it deserves a bit more exposure.]

Context is what counts. It's in here. It's muddy and mixed up, but it's here.

Archeological expertise, heartwrenching strings.

The quartet will be here in 20 minutes!

The quartet is not coming!

& so, another sip, and I love my body again.

(It's like my chest is connected to my entire body.) (My fucking heart beats & mixes with the oil paints and I fucking feel ALIVE again.)

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it's actually 3:37am, and i have a paper due tomorrow. said paper has yet to be initiated, hence my sudden re-emergence into blogtasia.

blogblogblogblogblog: say that five times fast

& last but not least, some visual stimulation before the sun rises and it's officially friday:

never mind, i can't figure it out.

Back to Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf and women's agency in Liberia!

if hank moody can blog, then so can i

Henry Rollins: What’s your latest obsession?

Hank Moody: Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. You know, I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have turned into basically four figure wank machines. The internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but all it’s really given us is Howard Dean’s aborted candidacy and 24 hour a day access to kiddie porn. People…they don’t write anymore - they blog. Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that. You know, it just seems to me it’s just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people at a proto-language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King’s English.

Henry Rollins: Yet you’re part of the problem, I mean you’re out there blogging with the best of them.

Hank Moody: Hence my self-loathing.

tonight, tonight