Sunday 10 February 2008

Boredom rests upon the nothingness that winds its way through existence

to do list for LIS:

1. take on a comprehensive study of epistemology
2. establish writing standards
3. teach media theory
4. establish consistent and coherent terms

Wednesday 30 January 2008

People of experience maintain that it is very sensible to start from a principle. I grant them that and start with the principle that all men are boring. Or will someone be boring enough to contradict me in this? The principle possesses to the highest degree that power of repulsion one always requires of any negative that genuinely provides the principle of motion. Not merely is it repellent, it is infinitely forbidding; and the person with this principle behind him must necessarily have infinite momentum to make discoveries with.

Monday 28 January 2008





Is this the way I shold be opening my mouth to address my contemporaries, initiating them into my wisdom? Not at all. For my wisdom is really not zum für Jederman, and it is always more prudent to keep one's rules to oneself.

Tuesday 22 January 2008

Baggesen says somewhere of a man that he was no doubt a very decent person, but that he had one objection to make to him: nothing rhymed with his name

One is tired of living in the country, one moves to the city;

one is tired of one's native land, one travels abroad; one is europamüde, one goes to America, and so on; finally, one indulges in a dream of endless travel from star to star. Or the movement is different but still in extension. One is tired of dining off porcelain, one dines off silver; one tires of that, one dines off gold; one burns half of Rome to get an idea of the conflagration of Troy. This method defeats itself; it is the bad infinite. And what did Nero achieve?



Wednesday 16 January 2008

Let others complain that the times are wicked. I complain that they are paltry.

Here is your chance to participate.

Karaoke: Last Real Nigga Alive, God's Son [lyrics corrected, punctuated]

[Chorus 2X]
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ.
He's just nice; he just slice, like a ginsu.
Look at the life that I been through.
I'm the last real nigga alive. That's official.

[Nas]
Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars.
Who'd you thought "Kick In The Door" was for?
But that's my heart. Y'all still trippin of this Jigga shit.
Real niggas listen up and I'mma tell you how the whole thing start.
Off top, I brung Queens up from hard times.
Rockin' at the Fever, streets was all mine.
It was my version of the blues, droppin out schools.
The crack epidemic had rap representin new rules.
So I got in them shoes, tried them, wore them.
Wasn't a perfect fit, so I couldn't sport 'em.
Young murderers ride--I knew all them.
Jungle got shot. Will died. We was warring.
I wrote it in my album.
I was 18 when Lake seen the Island.
And Lord held me down and
my surroundings started changing.
I had a baby. I was making my rounds with AZ.
Niggas started noticing my flow and was open when
The Golden Child closed 'em in with more style than them older men.
Puff tried to start a label; Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang;
Snoop and Dre had a new thing.
So Puff drove his new range through Queensbridge Projects.
He let me drive it before Ready to Die hit.
BIG and I hit blunts performing at the Arc.
Next thing you knew, BIG blew and all the balling starts.
He had Kim and his crew; I found Fox;
Only niggas in New York with number one charts.
BIG was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon--
my niggas; but dig it, they couldn't get along.
That's when Ghostface said it on The Purple Tape:
Bad Boy biting Nas album. Come awake.
BIG told me Rae was stealing my slang
and Rae told me out in Shaolin BIG would do the same thing.
But I borrowed from both them niggas.
Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with "Ain't No Nigga"s.
Had much Versace swagger.
BIG admired the Brooklyn knight and it took him in as Iceberg the rapper.
Today don't know nothing about this bullshit.
There's more shit than wanting to be this King of New York shit.

Monday 14 January 2008

Nota bene

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Nota Bene is a Latin phrase meaning "Note Well," coming from notâre—to note. It is in the singular imperative mood, instructing one individual to note well the matter at hand. (The plural form is notate bene.)

In present day English, it is used to draw the attention of the reader to a certain (side) aspect or detail of the subject on hand, translating it as "pay attention" or "take notice". It is often written in the abbreviated form: N.B.

Crop Rotation

CHREMYLOS: There is too much of everything.
                          Of love,
KARION:                           Bread,
CHREMYLOS:                               Songs,
KARION:                                                     And candy.
CHREMYLOS:Of honour,
KARION:                           Cakes,
CHREMYLOS:                               Courage,
KARION:                                                     And Figs.
CHREMYLOS:Of ambition,
KARION:                          Barley bread,
CHREMYLOS:                                High office,
KARION:                                                      And pease-porridge.

Cf. Aristohanes, Plutus, vv. 189ff.