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thekarstenotto:

So let me clear the air a bit.

In my opinion, music reviews have gotten. I don’t know. Too numerical. To combat this, I’m going to use this to really just talk about music I would already suggest to readers.

Nowadays, people just look at a number, a star rating or a tag and justify there…

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projectsara:

Alberto Iglesias / George Smiley

The soundtrack to this film was spectacular.

An actor claims the unlimited power of belief.
William Ball, A Sense of Direction.

So: it seems like a really insolent thing to do to start blogging.

The truth is, you can count on almost nobody to actually read your blog or to care about your thoughts, even if you manage to pare down your thoughts to one specific subject outside of you with discursive ramifications to someone else. That is, even if I themed my blog, nobody would read it. So I won’t. And it will have a theme, naturally, which is my work, and the things that I encounter, that other people could encounter. It will probably have a lot to do with thisrecording.com because I admire their model and because I think it’s important for a person to have a digestive experience with the culture that comes into their hands and that seems like what is often offered there. I’d like to use this as an opportunity to digest what it is I come in contact with.

The truth is, a lot of my friends have some really fabulous blogs, like, blogs that I really approve of and wish that I followed more closely, like Jane’s and Max’s and whenever Erika starts a blog I’m sure that I’ll want to link to that too. And I don’t know what their readership stats are like, or even if they care what their readership stats are like, because like it or not, blogs do act as sort of journals for their authors. The difference is, of course, that a good blog gets edited. I like that we have public journals. A lot of people shit on that concept but I like it because it cultivates a double skill set if we do it right: a practice of self-reflexivity and a practice of self-management. Writing and editing.

Probably this isn’t a blog that’s going to be like a cultural mainstay or get this- that- or the other- internet accolade. Nobody’s trying to revolutionize New Media, I promise. I think what it might be is training wheels. The template for an internet publication seems to be writing for _______ about __________. If I can write for “myself” about whatever, I can start there.

So this way, when, somewhere down the line, I have an idea for a web journal I want to start or a writing-reviewing project I want to embark on, I just sort of, yknow, follow my impulses and go to town instead of worrying if I have any kind of sense of what “that kind of writing” is. Maybe I’m putting myself in a blogging preschool or blogging remedial school so as to prepare myself for blogging with the big kids in the future. That betrays to you that I have a nascent desire to blog with the big kids (about whatever, truly) but I don’t care. I hope this blog has a few things to do with theatre, if only because I want to start developing my theatre work along thought lines and publishing a blog seems like the easiest way to develop my thought lines/mind grapes. I certainly don’t do it on my own.

Has the concept of internet dialogue completely ruined my ability to have a discourse with myself alone / unplugged? I had a xanga and a livejournal and a myspace and (now) a facebook, just like everybody else. Is it possible that by spending all this time and energy imagining our self-reflections onto the level of published writing that when doing something less than that, like journaling, I’m not provoking the same level of discourse that, like, Fitzgerald or whatever had when he wrote his own dear-diaries?

Or am I making excuses for myself?

Read ThisRecording here

Read Molly Lambert here and here

Washed Out – A Dedication

Touch it, dude!
Barack Obama, instructing a 5-year-old to touch his hair. The child had asked “if my hair is just like yours.” (via officialssay)
i’ll never let them hurt you gail

i’ll never let them hurt you gail