rachel goswell and neil halstead(slowdive)// cocaine jesus—rainbow kitten surprise

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rachel goswell and neil halstead(slowdive)// cocaine jesus—rainbow kitten surprise
Vancouver, 2007
already imagining myself hot in a summer afternoon, waking up at 1:00, deciding whether to make breakfast or lunch, ending up making chicken tenders sandwiches downing it with a glass of bottled mango juice. staring outside and listening to the street noise while you contemplate what to do with your life cuz you can’t always wake up late and eat sandwiches for breakfast.
our collection of bookmarks/postcards we've accumulated from bookstores/found in used books
no i don't want to use your ai assistant. no i don't want your ai search results. no i don't want your ai summary of reviews. no i don't want your ai feature in my social media search bar (???). no i don't want ai to do my work for me in adobe. no i don't want ai to write my paper. no i don't want ai to make my art. no i don't want ai to edit my pictures. no i don't want ai to learn my shopping habits. no i don't want ai to analyze my data. i don't want it i don't want it i don't want it i don't fucking want it i am going to go feral and eat my own teeth stop itttt
The idea of english as a mother tongue is so strange to me, in my head english is how ppl communicate when there’s no way in common to communicate, so english as a mother tongue sounds a bit like idk email as a mother tongue ykwim? Like english to me feels like the stuff that’s used to fill the empty spaces between languages
Ok English is my native language and unfortunatly the only one I know yet, but this reminds me so much of that passage in Flights by Olga Tokarczuk
[Image Description: A photo displaying an excerpt from the book Flights by Olga Tokarczuk, which is titled “The Tongue is the Strongest Muscle.” It reads:
“The Tongue is the Strongest Muscle
There are countries out there where people speak English. But not like us - we have our own languages hidden our carry-on luggage, in our cosmetic bags, only ever using English when we travel, and then only in foreign countries, to foreign people. It’s hard to imagine, but English is their real language! Oftentimes their only language. They don’t have anything to fall back on or to turn to in moments of doubt.
How lost they must feel in the world, where all instructions, all the lyrics of all the stupidest possible songs, all the menus, all the excruciating pamphlets and brochures - even the buttons on the lift! - are in their private language. They may be understood by anyone at any moment, whenever they open their mouths. They must have to write things down in special codes. Wherever they are, people have unlimited access to them - they are accessible to everyone and everything! I heard there are plans in the works to get them some little language of their own, one of those dead ones no on else is using anyway, just so that for once they can have something just for themselves.”
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When summer evenings feel like this gif it’s beautiful and it’s worth it
"'I have led a toothless life,' he thought. 'A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on--and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone. What's to be done?'"
-Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason (1945)
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Warsan Shire, "Conversations About Home" from Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth
Franz Kafka in a letter to Milena Jesenká, tr. Tania and James Stern, from ‘Letters to Milena’