“Like magic, crime, and power, CGI works best when undetected.”
This is my variable collection of things I’ve read, seen and heard on that internet.
The weather’s turned (see above) so we have gone straight to autumn here in the UK but it does mean we get to have fires and other autumn delights.
Most of this post is automated so it doesn’t take long to assemblt once I have bookmarked things.
Hope it’s of use.
“..in this period in the 1950s and early ’60s? You were there with all these people I’ve already mentioned along with Oscar Zàrate and so many others. From reading about it, it feels like this was a really creative and dynamic time.”
– “Yes, it was a paradise. There were different languages, backgrounds, cultural viewpoints that were circulating around and trading funny and/or tragic stories with each other. The stories mixed together fluidly, spontaneously, through films, historietas, literature, and radio. There, reality and imaginative fiction and other fantastical stories came together to produce an intimate mix that, it seems to me, encouraged us greatly. We lived near, and in, the wide open spaces of the Argentine pampa lowlands, something that needed us to fill it with stories. I and others believed that everything that we read, watched, and listened to was happening to us, was happening there. Parallel realities leapt out from the pages and the screens into our surroundings, into our souls. Argentina tried, but did not fully succeed, in making immigrants forget their pasts. And Buenos Aires was infused with a cosmopolitan atmosphere; we were and we could be, anywhere. Calé, Arlt, Ferro, Borges, Solano López, Hudson, Dickens, Bradbury, Monicelli, Bergman, Bioy Casares, Oesterheld, Breccia, Pratt, Roume, Chandler – they all spoke to us of Buenos Aires, of Argentina, and of the world that surrounded us from the pampa to Irkutsk, being everywhere all at once. I suppose it was the same in New York. I imagine it that way as well, feverish.”
We’ve been away and I have been keeping of the internet to a degree (it always catches up with you though) so I have drawings and things all backed up and out of sequence.
This still works thought, the assembly is automatic from my bookmarking and music listening so it just takes a bit of finessing and it’s ready to go.
This is working for me now in a way that Tumblr used to.
The image is of the railway line at Collumpton Services where we stopped on the way back from Cornwall.
Be warned there’s a lot of politics this time but it’s been difficult to avoid.
Some things have to be said.
A really intense, gruelling book about a pretty loathsome wretch. Horrible thing is there’s a billion Rabbits in the actual world. Ahead of its time in many ways. This is my first Updike. His writing is profound. But yeah. Relentless.
There’s building work occurring next door, they’ve dug a deep hole which we were hoping might be for a swimming pool but is probably just a basement.
Here’s this weeks big dup of links, hastily assembled. I’m keeping record of where I’ve been on the net. That’s my excuse this week.
This article, shared recently by an internet friend, outlines three methods of coping with anxiety that closely align with my procedures for increasing artistic practice.
1. Do it badly
““Doing it badly”, without worrying about how it’s going to turn out, will not only make it much easier to begin, but you’ll also find that you’re completing tasks much more quickly than before. “
2. Wait to worry
“If something went wrong and you feel compelled to worry (because you think you screwed up), don’t do this immediately. Instead, postpone your worry – set aside 10 minutes each day during which you can worry about anything. If you do this, you’ll find that you won’t perceive the situation which triggered the initial anxiety to be as bothersome or worrisome when you come back to it later. And our thoughts actually decay very quickly if we don’t feed them with energy.”
3. Find a purpose in life by helping others.
“Being connected to people has regularly been shown to be one of the most potent buffers against poor mental health. The neurologist Viktor Frankl wrote: ‘For people who think there’s nothing to live for, nothing more to expect from life … the question is getting these people to realise that life is still expecting something from them.’”
Here’s a round up of links and culture from the last week. As ever I’m always debating whether I should share links and finds one by one like a Tumblr or just put them all in one post in a more of a newsletter type format, like this, often coming to the conclusion that this way is less annoying for the reader, in that it’s more easy to ignore in one go.
I want to blog more. This is me blogging more.
The above moving image was auto-generated for me by Google Photos.
It begins after the break.
by Stowe Boyd