Check out the website I did for the marvelous China Miéville’s beautiful, haunting & brilliant photo essay on London. http://www.londonsoverthrow.org
(Source: tentacular)
[ 3 . 5 . 2012 ]
I tried not to imagine her in the House of Blue Lights, working three-hour
shifts in an approximation of REM sleep, while her body and a bundle of conditioned reflexes took care of business. The customers never got to complain that she was faking it, because those were real orgasms. But she felt them, if she felt them at all, as faint silver flares somewhere out on the edge of sleep. Yeah, it’s so popular, it’s almost legal. The customers are torn between needing someone and wanting to be alone at the same time, which has probably always been the name of that particular game, even before we had the neuroelectronics to enable them to have it both ways.
//william gibson - burning chrome
[ 11 . 6 . 2011 ]
reading list for india
Trying desperately to think of my 20+ hour journey to Kolkata as a blissful stretch of uninterrupted reading, something I’ve been craving for months. Jetlag and abiding awkwardness around relatives will make time for the rest. Here’s what’s on my list.
In print:
The Cherry Orchard Anton Chekhov
New Orleans, Mon Amour Andrei Codrescu
The Passage Justin Cronin
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay Michael Chabon
Torso Brian Michael Bendis
The Extraordinary Adventures of Adele Blanc-Sec: Pterror Over Paris / The Eiffel Tower Demon Jacques Tardi
Audio:
A Prayer for Owen Meany John Irving
Iron Council China Miéville
On my iPad:
A Greater Monster David David Katzman
Collected Fictions Jorge Luis Borges
[ 10 . 2 . 2011 ]
mixology indeed
@whymicesing I like to call this one “The slop from failed experiments, from factories and laboratories and alchymists’ dens, mixed randomly into bastard elixirs”.
3 oz. ginger beer
.5 oz sweet tea vodka
1 oz. dry vermouth
4 dashes Peychaud’s bitters
2 drops ghost chile infused vodka.
[ 9 . 27 . 2011 ]
![[ when god lets my body be ]
a recent project. leaves, embossing powder, and e.e. cummings.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq3817NnxM1qdgr9no1_1280.jpg)
http://chinamieville.net/post/8665682497
[ 8 . 9 . 2011 ]
reblogged from rejectamentalist manifesto:
Smash, Grab, Run
Let the minutes unleash
The bullets Brixton wishes
Barbed wire is the ivy on my walls
Acrid cordite like mist in autumn
Dissolves the harsh street into pellucid cameos
Think how the striking truncheon outpaces thought
How the burgeoning Molotov cancels discussion
And for just this once in my black British life
Exploded the atoms in me into atoms of power
Let each viewfinder’s instant exorcise
The pictorial myths complacency devises
Each hurtling brick aimed to smash this enchanter’s glass
Aimed to loot the truths for so long packaged in lies
I am the hundreds of putrid meat in English prisons
In derelict houses, in borstals, the millions of condemned meat
Who let the grim minutes unleash their canned grime.
[ 8 . 9 . 2011 ]
