Saturday, June 05, 2010

William Gibson lunchtime talk at Book Expo America. The recent novels don't do that much for me, but Gibson's careful eye for the quotidian and his precise, slightly melancholic, all-too-infrequent nonfiction pieces continue to exert a lasting hold.

"The synthetic genome, arguably artificial life, was somehow less amazing. The sort of thing one feels might already have been achieved, somehow. Triggering the 'Oh, yeah' module. 'Artificial life? Oh, yeah.'

Though these scientists also inserted a line of James Joyce’s prose into their genome. That triggers a sense of the surreal, in me at least. They did it to incorporate a yardstick for the ongoing measurement of mutation. So James Joyce’s prose is now being very slowly pummelled into incoherence by cosmic rays."
Wednesday, June 02, 2010

ACT (Aesthetically Claimed Thing): Nepalese boulder hovel
Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Just announced: Minnesota State Fair, September 6th, 2010

CJB: So I signed us up for the Urban Grain CSA.

CJB'S SWEETIE "L": Who's this "we," white boy? And what's a CSA?

CJB: Community supported agriculture; Agassiz farm; "100 mile" grain; localism.

L: How much are we getting?

CJB: About 20kg.


CJB: What's so funny?

L: Know what's in my cupboard? A 1 kg bag of flour. Know how long it's been there? Three years. You just ordered enough flour for the next sixty years of our relationship. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

GUY RIDING BY ON A BIKE: I gotta hear that one!

L [still convulsed]: My city slicker boyfriend just bought us sixty years' worth of flour.

CJB: 100-mile organic flour. And whole grain.


"At [some] point, the parties remembered some fragmentary Internet accounts of a reputed traverse from Upper Shannon Falls to Petgill Lake, and decided to go 'check shit out.' The following is a reconstruction."

(Photodocumentation courtesy Sam H.)

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