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An hour of fresh electronic music exclusively from Central and South American producers.
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosimo Galluzzi

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Peter Solarz
Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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JBB: An Artblog!
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Stranger Things
Xuebing Du

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Doctor Jeep Latin America Focus | UK | Rinse FM
An hour of fresh electronic music exclusively from Central and South American producers.
Checking this out. I liked Doctor Jeep's Boiler Room Denver set
Dark Star (Live in Veneta, Oregon 8/27/72)
Some false memories I have (they're like dreams that I once believed were somehow real events in my life, since they placed themselves in my memory that way):
Being hit with a shovel over the head and buried alive and dug back up
Getting a meaning of life talk from a stranger who grabbed my arm on a mountain trail
Going to space as a child
Being in an Afghani poppy field as a child
Going to Taiwan
Surviving an earthquake in Japan
Being roommates with James Franco
Going to Bonnaroo 2005 and meeting a band and going on their tour bus
All of these things definitely didn't happen, but for brief periods when I first "remembered" them I thought they were genuine memories. Where they came from I don't know. It took a little reflection each time to realize they were all impossible situations
Miya Folick - Get Out of My House
Wet Leg - I Don't Wanna Go Out (Official Audio)
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Mount Kimbie - Carbonated (Official Video)
Always a classic. Such open space and direct melancholy
Воскрешение
Across the street someone is working on a car and they have set the alarm off ten times already today. Truly this is paradise
King Krule ~ Forever Dolphin Love (remastered)
Tops. This performance really touches me. Killer song and a competent cover of it. And as always, Archy's idiosyncratic vocal style is a joy to behold
Arise Dear Brother
Groove
When I'm Small
I miss this era x3 (2011)
Mount Kimbie - Break Well
this track ~feels~ very good. thx for the synth tones
Deniro Farrar - Duality
As a fellow Gemini, I get it
CARIBOU - Honey
You'll always be my honey /// headphones 🎧 on
I often think of the difference between car-havers and foot-travelers. It is really two different cultural worlds. With a vehicle there is near-instant mobility: social possibilities, work potential, novelty through varied landscape and city-centers. For the driver there is a constant shift in aesthetics, and a tendency to view the world as aesthetic from the seated and stable vantage of the car. For the chronic walker, there is a stable but limited map: one must incur variety on a common place, using art, attention to small changes in season and weather, and further creativity to enliven the same space. That, the walker's plight, contrasts with the driver's freedom to elide boredom and sameness through travel. Each realm is shut off from the other, beyond the economic relationship of the pedestrian townsperson and the visiting driver through service. The local (walker) daily cleans and prepares space and goods for the tourist in the vehicle, in a dialectic of subordination of the carless to the convenience of the car-havers. This is a gross/coarse analysis but something I've thought some of.
/resentment
I invite you to embark on your own description of the differences in living between those with and without vehicles.
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Waluigi, as a figure within the semiotic economy of the Super Mario series, operates less as a character in the classical sense and more as a residual signifier—a kind of ontological afterimage produced by the franchise’s structural excess. He is not merely “the evil Luigi,” but rather the difference of a difference, a subject constituted entirely through negation, displacement, and parody.
From a Roland Barthes-inspired perspective, Waluigi embodies a floating signifier: he lacks a stable mythological grounding (no origin story, no coherent narrative arc), and instead exists as a supplement—a term Jacques Derrida would use to describe something that both completes and destabilizes the system it inhabits. Waluigi is not necessary to the Mario universe, yet his presence reveals its incompleteness.
Visually, his exaggerated form—elongated limbs, angular mustache, distorted proportions—suggests a grotesque overcoding of Luigi’s schema, as though the sign has been stretched past legibility. He is Luigi subjected to semiotic torsion: a body that has absorbed too much signification without anchoring meaning. This produces a kind of aesthetic uncanny, where familiarity collapses into absurdity.
Narratively, Waluigi is conspicuously absent from the “core” games. He is relegated to spin-offs (tennis, party, kart), spaces that themselves lack narrative seriousness. In this sense, he is doubly marginal: excluded from both heroic centrality and villainous legitimacy. Unlike Wario—who at least possesses a defined ethos of greed and anti-heroism—Waluigi has no coherent desire beyond participation itself. He wants to be included, and this desire is precisely what marks his exclusion.
Here we might invoke Slavoj Žižek: Waluigi represents the obscene underside of the symbolic order, the disruptive excess that the Mario universe cannot fully integrate. He is the embodiment of “what happens when the system produces a subject it cannot properly recognize.” His exaggerated gestures, erratic voice, and chaotic demeanor signal a subject who knows he is out of place and performs that displacement compulsively.
In a more satirical register, Waluigi can be read as the proletariat of the Nintendo ontology—a character who labors endlessly in the peripheral circuits of the franchise without ever accessing its narrative capital. He is summoned when needed (for multiplayer symmetry, for roster completion), then discarded once the illusion of completeness is achieved.
Thus, Waluigi is a product of transgression: a being constituted through excess, exclusion, and structural necessity. He is not a character who lost his place; he is the one who reveals that “place” was never secure for anyone.
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Reproduced from a comment in Chad Mojito Cult on fb
Some people have work fatigue I have brainrot fatigue (monitoring the situation//cultural studies//saturation)