“Lions Also Cry” - Gato Barbieri

What’s with the number buttons being available with no “OK” or “Enter” option?

This visual is uniquely soothing, reminds me of artist Cory Arcangel, who did an art piece with just the Super Mario clouds drifting on a television screen - hacking into the NES cartridge and getting rid of everything else - to much admiration.

I remember reading an art journalist applauding the Impressionistic feel of the thing, the way Arcangel brought a background object to the fore, and in the process transformed it into something new entirely, with a surprising character and strength of presence.

Here’s a Whitney Museum link to the work.

“Not a team player”, gripes and mumbles the boss as he drives towards the Wells Fargo Center that weeknight, he and the other executives have a luxury suite to watch the 76ers and Flyers, season tickets!

I see you’ve found Abe Lincoln’s pre-electricity attempt at an Instagram account… or is that his OnlyFans?

Agreed, but I’m still getting a vibe of that statement being correct at some level, from some point of view.

The nature of reality at the smallest scales is slippery, and it is still a fact that simply observing/interacting/measuring it has an effect, that layers of reality at their “pixel level” are blurry.

And it is absolutely astonishing that we as a species have developed the tools and know-how to reach this understanding.

Alan “Bitcoin” Watts!
Alan “Bitcoin Cash”!
Alan “Buttcoin” What’s!

Hey what’s up, little electron! Where are you and where you going?
“Yes.”

Or as they call that upright bass in Spanish - el tololoche.

Oh no, those bastards are much worse, actively and openly embracing the toxic message of the racist ignorant right-wing.

The real question is - who is amoral/cynical enough to have kept on advertising on twifter after the toxic owner showed his true colors with the policy regressions over a year ago already?

The problem with this corrosive, inflexible conservative narrative, is that these joyless assholes try and impose themselves politically and on everybody.

I’ve had the honor of having one just like him at home. One-eyed wonder indeed, they are among the noblest and gentlest of creatures.

For these mouth-breathers, “'Murica! Freeeedum!” means:
Whatever lazy, angry, ignorant, all-viscera-no-brains image I cooked up while living alone and bitter in a neglected and crumbling old house with a few “KEEP OUT!”/“TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT” signs around the goddamned perimeter.

Their tiny little minds live in a tiny, narrow and flat, miserable little world. And here’s the kicker - that’s the way they want it, out of sheer lazy inertia.

thinks

You call that “thinking”? There is no “thinking”. Doesn’t matter what these shitheads pump out, it’s a mental sewage circlejerk that changes every two minutes, reality is meaningless, trying to keep track and “correcting” them is truly a soul-sucking fool’s errand, meant to keep the “correctors” always reacting, never on the initiative.

To reiterate, that was an owl and not a parrot.
Asked to comment on the incident, a spokesperson for parrots says he is glad that no parrots were involved.

Like an engineer told me recently, the image of AC is biased in most of us towards the electricity-sucking devices of the previous century. Contemporary AC tech is to 1980s-90s AC what LED lightbulbs are to incandescent ones.

Oh… I once also tested a normcore look at The Grove!
Also, no one paid any attention to me.

Hold it right there, buddy, what’s the matter, didn’t you read the sign at the entrance of this instance? It clearly says CAT, not CATSssss…

Imagine how barren and bland the inner lives of these people must be.
It works like a cautionary tale. One of them “there but for the grace of God go I” type of deals.

Taco Tuesday Tom