Friday, November 30, 2012

An argument for noticing. A trip north up the coast. With commentary assistance provided by H.D.'s novella, Paint it Today [italics]. Without chronology. Because California is big. So there isn't much temporal distinction available to me anyway.

The visible world exists; I have found since I have outgrown the period of war convalescence that the visible world exists poignantly, as ether[e]ally as the the invisible.

 There is another world, or a combining of two worlds.  


When we can get the visible and the invisible together that makes another world.

I used to believe in the past and in what I called the future; when you get the past and the future together you get what I call, now for the sake of argument, the present, at least a poignant and ethereal present which I call the visible world.


And she is asked, and her character is asked, and I am asked, by those who love us, who are striving to balance our curious behavior and babble with the magnet that pulls them toward us, Is your world a cloud, that you must make these curious distinctions between past, present, visible and invisible?

And we answer the way we always answer: a non-sequiter —if only there were a way to be a goat and not a fish, a fish and not a goat.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Four [sets of] quotes/The scaffolding for this, my last week of November, my penultimate week of classes for the semester. You could construct my entire life in between these words:

1.
Isaak Circo: "Love defies reason." Dexter: "Nothing defies reason."
&
Dexter: "Everyone wants an Argentina. A place where the slate is wiped clean. But the truth is, Argentina is just Argentina."

--From Dexter, Season 7, Episode 8 ["Argentina"]

2.
"And I was bawling like a crazy person and just saying, 'What is this feeling?' And he's like, 'Benny, you're feeling crushed, like you're heart's breaking.' He's like, 'This is good. You're supposed to feel this. It's a little late.' And I'm like, 'Don't tell me how to feel! I want to go home. I don't even want to stay in Peru anymore.' And Parker just sat... I cried for hours. And Parker was just listening to me... And then he was the one that said, 'You imagine, Benny, feeling this but having someone reciprocating it.'"

--From This American Life, #450, Act 2 [a story about Benny, a gay Mormon from SLC whose first heartbreak is what compels him to come out]

3.
"Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something."
&
"For if I am confounded by you, then you are already of me, and I am nowhere without you. I cannot muster the 'we' except by finding the way in which I am tied to 'you,' by trying to translate but finding that my own language must break up and yield if I am to know you. You are what I gain through this disorientation and loss. This is how the human comes into being, again and again, as that which we have yet to know."

--From Judith Butler's Precarious Life

4.
"There was an inevitability about the road toward each other which encouraged meandering along the route."

--From Zadie Smith's July story in The New Yorker"Permission to Enter"

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Received a few things from Utah this morning—

PDF of Derrida's Glas


&

4 broadsides from a friend in SLC for her around the world art installation project, Acceptable Reasons to Cry in Public.

&

a strange desire for snow, which is something I thought I'd never desire again, given that for five years I've only wanted to live in a place where summer is perpetual. A desire that drove me to the most surprising desktop background I could ever imagine myself choosing.
Our valley. Our perpetual backyard.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

“Ohio really did go to President Obama. And he really did win. And he really was born in Hawaii. And he really is, legitimately, President of the United States. Again. And the Bureau of Labor Statistics did not make up a fake unemployment rate. And the Congressional Research Service really can find no evidence that cutting taxes on rich people grows the economy. And the polls were not skewed to oversample Democrats. And Nate Silver was not making up fake projections about the election to make Conservatives feel bad. Nate Silver was doing Math. And Climate Change is Real. And rape really does cause pregnancy sometimes. And Evolution is a Thing. And Benghazi was an attack ON us, it was not a scandal BY us. And nobody is taking away anyone’s guns. And taxes have not gone up. And the deficit is dropping, actually, and Saddam Hussein did not have Weapons of Mass Destruction, and the moon landing was real, and FEMA is not building concentration camps, and UN Election Observers are not taking over Texas, and moderate reforms on the regulations in the insurance industry in this country are not the same things as Communism…[but] if the Republican Party and the Conservative Movement and the Conservative Media are stuck in a vacuum-sealed, door-locked spin cycle of telling each other what makes them feel good, and denying the factual, lived truth of the world, then we are all deprived as a nation of the constructive debate between competing, feasible ideas about real problems. Last night, the Republicans got shellacked. And they had no idea it was coming. And we saw them in real, humiliating time, not believe it even as it was happening to them. And unless they are going to secede, they are going to have to pop the factual bubble they have been so happy living inside if they do not want to get shellacked again. And that will be a painful process for them, I’m sure. But it will be good for the whole country, left, right and center. You guys, we’re counting on you. Wake up. There are real problems in the world. There are real, knowable facts in the world. Let’s accept those, and talk about how we might approach our problems differently. Let’s move on from there.” 
— Rachel Maddow, 11/07/12

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

And then this happened all over again...
And even though it was more of a victory in 2012 than it was in 2008, it didn't have quite that same sense of epic-ness. Maybe that's because I was granted the amazing opportunity to attend most of the DNC in Colorado back in '08. And maybe it's because this time I wasn't living in Downtown Denver, the metropolitan center of a swing state, where I was able to run outside my apartment and join all the people living in the streets  in celebration and with tears of joy. Though there were tears this time, too. And community, still. A different community. My Willow Brook Ave people, most of whom have lived on this street their whole lives, who remember when the elementary school on the block didn't look so much like a prison. We shared the remainder of my bourbon and threw party snaps against the sidewalk and talked about how grateful we are to live in this country, to live in this country where a symbol of oppression was not just elected our leader and figurehead.
Whatever this election means to you, however fucked up you know this political system is, I can't help but celebrate my POTUS who, imperfect as he is, stands as a symbol of inclusion. Who SHOWS OTHERS that I, a woman and a queer person, am just as important a part of this country as anyone else. Who values my rights over my parents' money. Thank fucking universe for that. And for the the rest of our issues, we still have work to do... and work we will.