New Westminster. Evening.
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Liquor Before Beer. . .In The Clear

Greenlight Capital's David Einhorn on credit default swaps, hyperinflation, Japan's lost decade, gold, and many other topics of interest.
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"Rejecting the old mass market in favor of idiosyncratic niche markets and cliquish alternatives to retail outlets, the new superconsumer believes that the limited-access transactions he participates in makes his behavior noneconomic. Since price is not important in these transactions, he ignores how he is trading in the more nebulous currencies of attention, prestige and status display as he seeks recognition and validation."

(via ST, who argues that this well-argued and -written article is too "Frankfurt School" for him, too bleak. I'd be more inclined to accept his conclusion without the Christmas wishlist of $100 vests and backpacks just below it, but maybe that's just me being catty. The article strikes me as entirely realistic, especially its prognosis of virtual anonymity for cultural producers who don't promote their paintings, photographs, music, etc. via the interwebs and social networking platforms.)
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Currently reading:

William D. Cohan, House of Cards: A Tale of Hubris and Wretched Excess on Wall Street
Andrew Ross Sorkin, Too Big to Fail: The Inside Story of How Wall Street and Washington Fought to Save the Financial System - and Themselves

The Sorkin's not really to my taste, Buffett's recommendation notwithstanding. Cohan's far better book is worth reading for anyone seeking a lucid, pithy analysis of the origin(s) of 2008's credit crisis.
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Weegee, Drunk Tank, Los Angeles, c. 1950
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Interview with a visiting academic who can't fathom what we're doing at CSA or why. His scattershot questions. After a while Steve and I leaned forward and started addressing his professional-quality microphone directly.

Q: What's your model?

CJB: We don't really have one. We couldn't find one we liked so we made our own.

Q: Adorno?

CJB: He's funnier than people think he is, but he wouldn't like anyone we've ever showed here.

Q: What art writers do you like?

CJB: T.J. Clark, Clement Greenberg, Donald Judd, Peter Schjeldahl, Thierry de Duve, Jeff Wall.

Q: The photographer?

CJB: Yup.

Q: He's written art criticism? Really?

After a while you start thinking you might be wasting your time.

Q: Is it a labor of love?

CJB: No really. Love's less work.

ST: It's a praxis.

CJB: [nodding in silent agreement]

The question of audience. The recognition that the audience might be dead, or not even exist. The hope that your work will somehow conjure an audience into being.

The new photographs, the cameras unfamiliar and a little awkward to operate. The refusal to apologize any longer for my practice. The right to be as bad as everyone else. (The corresponding obligation to improve, or at least to try and improve.)

(The memory of David Mamet's story about the wedding he once attended, where the bride and groom promised "to try and love one another." "The marriage, of course, was doomed.")
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It is the nature of the business
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Oh, nooo!
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Guard Shack, 2009
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War Game Tree, 2006-9

Third and final incarnation of a picture.
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Little kid playing on today's motif in the sunlight, mom lurking nearby. No love in her eyes for the bald photographer in the fluorescent red Goretex jacket. If I was my friend Owen Kydd, I'd know the child's name by now, be invited home for dinner, receive birthday cards from the parents and a free range organic turkey at Christmas. People open up to Owen. Over at Anodyne HQ, the Fuji's power-up beep is just a klaxon call for scrutiny.
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"THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST. AS YOU KNOW THE BOOKS ARE OVER 30 YEARS OLD. IT IS PRINTED ON HAND MADE PAPER,WHICH IS VER DELICATE. THE BOOKS WERE PURCHASED FROM A STATE OF BOOK COLLECTOR. THE BOOKS WERE ALL IN ITS ORIGINAL BOXES AND NEVER USED. BEFORE SHIPPING THE BOOKS, I SPARAY THE BOOKS WITH LYSOK DISINFECTANT TO MAKE SUR TO KILL VIRUSES, BACTERIA, MOLD AND MILDEW. SOME OF THE SMELL THAT YOU NOTICED IS FROM THE SPRAY. THE BOOKS SHOULD BE AIRED AND USUALLY ODOR DISSIPATES. WITH 30 YEARS AND HAND MADE PAPER IT IS REALLY AN ANTIQUARIAN BOOK AND THEY NORMALLY HAVE SOME MILD ODOR. IF YOU PURCHASE ADDITIONAL BOOKS, I WILL MAKE SURE THEY ARE AIRED AND SPRAYED BEORE SHIPPING TO YOU. I HAVE A LOT OF BOOK SELLERS WHO PURCHASE FROM ME ON A REGULAR BASES."
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Imperial County phototour
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"Dear Mr. Brayshaw: the solicitors [sic] at Helps Law Offices would like to put you on FINAL NOTICE that any utterance, phrases, sentences, conversations, decrees, statements, speeches, or declarations made by our client of either a humorous or non-humorous nature, if used on your 'weblog,' or in any writing in any forum, must be credited to our client in a form acceptable to her. Hence, the use of a 'dash' or other symbol does not properly credit her. She is not 'The-Symbol-Formerly-Known-As-Prince.' 'L.' is perfectly acceptable. Please understand that Ms. Helps is an independent entity and makes no promises, guarantees, endorsements or renewables about exercising 'humour' or being a 'good conversationalist.' Please understand that we will hold you personally, and Pulpfiction Books, its agents, employees, and associates jointly and severally liable should this happen again. Yours very truly, Helps Law Offices."
- posted by cjb @ 11:36 AM

 

Countdown to Ecstasy

Woken c. 730am by the garbage truck, the other garbage truck, the glass recycling truck, the paper recycling truck, the City of Vancouver sewer clean-out truck with the slurpy hose, car alarm going off, sure it's being burgled by all of the above.

Clock radio goes off: "...right back after Nickelback."

-It's like waking up in friggin' Guantanamo Bay.

-No, they'd be playing Aja there.

Torrential driving rain. Ragged guy with wet garbage bag of trashed textbooks on the doorstep.

-Sorry. I can't use any of these.

-Why the fuck not?

Phone ringing.

-What's the most recent book you have on learning English. I need its title, price, publication date, and page count.

-Well, we have a languages section--

-That's not what I asked you now, is it?
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Fun hour-and-a-half loading photo software onto the office computer in preparation for new pictures. Erik Satie on the office speakers. Outside, flat grey sky, shush of Main Street traffic, snow on all the North Shore mountains. Neutral light, revealed in the new pocket camera's test prints as milky smears on mirrors, glass, water.

My winter fleece vest, zipped up tight to my chin.
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Payback Time

Anybody with an RRSP, or anyone who owns property, plans to own property, or uses government services of any kind should read this short article very, very carefully. Anyone tempted to blow the warning off -- "It's the US, stupid, not Canada, I read about it last week in The Economist!" -- should note that many European and Asian economies are in exactly the same boat.

"Even as Treasury officials are racing to lock in today’s low rates by exchanging short-term borrowings for long-term bonds, the government faces a payment shock similar to those that sent legions of overstretched homeowners into default on their mortgages.

With the national debt now topping $12 trillion, the White House estimates that the government’s tab for servicing the debt will exceed $700 billion a year in 2019, up from $202 billion this year, even if annual budget deficits shrink drastically. Other forecasters say the figure could be much higher.

In concrete terms, an additional $500 billion a year in interest expense would total more than the combined federal budgets this year for education, energy, homeland security and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan." (my italics)
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Stephen King (the good one, the clear, straightforward voice of "The Body" and On Writing and The Long Walk, among many others) on Raymond Carver

"Sklenicka’s account of the changes in Carver’s third book of stories, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love (1981), is meticulous and heartbreaking. There were, she says, three versions: A, B and C. Version A was the manuscript Car­ver submitted. It was titled 'So Much Water So Close to Home.' B was the manuscript Lish initially sent back. He changed the name of the story 'Beginners' to 'What We Talk About When We Talk About Love,' and that became the new title of the book. Although Carver was disturbed by this, he nonetheless signed a binding (and unagented) contract in 1980. Soon after, Version C — the version most readers know — arrived on Carver’s desk. The differences between B and C 'astounded' him. 'He had urged Lish to take a pencil to the stories,' Skle­nicka writes. 'He had not expected . . . a meat cleaver.' Unsure of himself, Carver was only three years into sobriety after two decades of heavy drinking; his correspondence with Lish over the wholesale changes to his work alternated between groveling ('you are a wonder, a genius') and outright begging for a return to Version B. It did no good. According to Tess Gallagher, Lish refused by telephone to restore the earlier version, and if Carver understood nothing else, he understood that Lish held the 'power of publication access.'

This Hobson’s choice is the beating heart of Raymond Carver: A Writer’s Life. Any writer might wonder what he’d do in such a case. Certainly I did; in 1973, when my first novel was accepted for publication, I was in similar straits: young, endlessly drunk, trying to support a wife and two children, writing at night, hoping for a break. The break came, but until reading Sklenicka’s book, I thought it was the $2,500 advance Doubleday paid for Carrie. Now I realize it may have been not winding up with Gordon Lish as my editor."
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Cormac McCarthy talks to the press.

"Q: [I]s there something compelling about the collaborative process compared to the solitary job of writing?

CORMAC MCCARTHY: Yes, it would compel you to avoid it at all costs."
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Studies for Empire, 2010
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Studies for Empire, 2010
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Brandon Lattu, Beacon, 1998


Robert Adams, On Signal Hill, Overlooking Los Angeles, 1983


Robert Adams, Redlands, Looking Toward Los Angeles, 1983
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Studies for Empire, 2010
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"Why Do You Seek the Memory Man, Man?"

A familiar figure in that white sport coat, behind those shades.

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Recent reading:

Peter Sloterdijk, Critique of Cynical Reason
Vancouver Art Gallery Kai Althoff catalog
Stephen King, Under the Dome
H.W. Brands, The First American: The Life and Times of Benjamin Franklin
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Just arrived in the mail from Montreal. Canon apparently couldn't wait to take the G10 out of production; it seems that no one but me wanted a pocket digital camera built like a tank, with 15MP resolution and an amazing lens. Forthcoming: pictures of a Greek Orthodox church; a flat, south-facing park; a copse of trees. Maybe the photographs will be terrible or probably just derivative but they'll still exist free of my corrosive head, no better or worse than a Winnie-the-Pooh doll or a sculptural installation meant to celebrate and empower museum visitors' creativity.
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PULPFICTION DID NOT BURN DOWN IN LAST NIGHT'S BIG FIRE. WE ARE OPEN AND INTACT. C'MON DOWN!
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"I believe there's immense power in restriction and holding back."

John Taylor, Duran Duran's bassist, has some thoughts about instant unlimited access to centuries of creative production:

"In September 1972, Roxy Music appeared on prime time TV in the UK. It was their first national TV exposure, a three-minute appearance performing their first single.

And the way they looked and sounded stunned me, and a generation of mes.

But we had no video recorders, and of course there was no YouTube. There was no way whatsoever that I could watch that appearance again, however badly I wanted to. And the power of that restriction was enormous.

The only way I could get close to that experience was to own the song. I lived in the suburbs, so I had to ride my bike for miles before I could find a store that sold music, let alone one that had the record in stock. It was [. . .] an adventure."

(via K.)
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Grey November rain. Wet leaf-scraps on the carpet. Droning sitar music that someone loaded onto iTunes in a moment of bad aesthetic judgment, followed by throat-singing, followed by clattering atonal noise. Boxes of new books arriving, Stephen King's latest doorstop -- 80+ characters! 1100+ pp.! -- among them. Strong coffee, phone ringing, the spreadsheet program invented just to harass me open on the office desktop.

Something like a life.
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I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me
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αλλος, αγορευειν
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αλλος, αγορευειν
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αλλος, αγορευειν
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αλλος, αγορευειν
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1,500 feet the dude fell in a little over 20 seconds
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I'll Analyze It...With Science!

(via JN)
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αλλος, αγορευειν
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