Wisdom

February 20, 2018

“Rabbi Baer of Radoshitz once said to his teacher, the ‘Seer’ of Lublin: ‘Show me one general way to the service of God.’

The zaddik replied: ‘It is impossible to tell men what way they should take.  For one way to serve God is through learning, another through prayer, another through fasting, and still another through eating.  Everyone should carefully observe what way his heart draws him to, and then choose this way with all his strength.'”

~Martin Buber, The Way of Man

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A Tweet

February 13, 2018

Whenever I am scrolling through Netflix and I see one of their own productions in the “trending now” or “critically acclaimed” sections, I’m like, “Ugh, bragging like that is so unseemly.”

I Miss All the Good Shit

February 7, 2018

From a Daily Beast article published in 2014:

Marni Kotak sits on a gold-painted twin bed, wearing a gold satin nightgown, with matching bedsheets covering her legs. She’s scribbling in gold ink on a cartoonishly large notepad, an expanding list of the day’s emotional fluctuations. It’s a small room, littered with gold-painted everything: chairs, desk, exercise machine, dumbbells.

It isn’t Kotak’s apartment, but the microscopic Microscope Gallery in Brooklyn, where I have come to see Mad Meds, during which the 39-year-old performance artist will document her “personal struggles with her own mind, the US medical system, and the pharmaceutical industry as she attempts to withdraw from psychiatric medicines.”

Kotak has only just begun weaning herself off a cocktail of anti-psychotic, anti-depressant, and anti-anxiety medication. She started the pill-popping regimen—a combination of Wellbutrin, Abilify, Klonopin—in February 2012 after being treated for postpartum depression. A medicine cabinet stuffed with empty pill bottles provides an informal tally of the drugs she’s consumed in the past two years. When I arrive, Kotak is surprisingly relaxed, telling me that, at the moment, she’s only suffering from “mild anxiety and achiness.”

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This woman is a genius.  The birth of the child which kicked off the postpartum was also staged as a “performance,” although that choice I find a bit less exciting.  Anyway, I’m a Marniphile now.

A List

January 25, 2018

of foodstuffs eaten in Penelope Fitzgerald’s The Blue Flower.  I skimmed back through to compose this list, so I might have missed some, as I remember there being more when I first read the book; still, I managed to catch a few gems, such as cow udder soup (how much would you have to get paid to try that?)

Coffee

White rolls

baked goose

cabbage soup

“a nice smoked eel”

Zwieback

soup made of beer, sugar and eggs

another made of rose hips and onions

another one of bread and cabbage water

another of cows’ udders flavored with nutmeg

dough mixed with beech-nut oil

pickled herring and goose with treacle sauce

hard-boiled eggs

dumplings

boiled potatoes

pickled raspberries

200 oysters

the ears snout and strips of fat from the pig’s neck boiled in peppermint schnapps

arrack

pickled goose legs

black ham

fruit liqueurs

sweet cakes

Stewed pigs’ feet

plum conserve

 

Literary Lookalikes

January 24, 2018

Ken Kesey:

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As portrayed by a young Gene Hackman:

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Class Subjects

January 22, 2018

… at NYU’s Center for Experimental Humanities.

nothingness

the 1990s

underworlds

anti-colonial pedagogy

bad women

John Berger

the curatorial

insomnia

David Bowie

(Among others, I’m assuming)

Agreed

January 17, 2018

Friend’s email titled: I want to work at this company solely because of the name

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Speak Truth to Power

January 16, 2018

AC: Honestly, I feel like you know your youth is over the first time you buy from Everlane.

WHY?

January 10, 2018

Why is this a news story?  Why is this world we live in such an empty, silly place?  In the words of the great cynic Eddie Pepitone, “WHY DO I HAVE TO BE CONSCIOUS FOR THE HORROR?”

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Someone Please Go After Dr. Phil

January 2, 2018

I was recently sent a news story about public enemy number one, Dr. Phil McGraw, and how he allegedly endangered guests on addiction-related episodes of show by putting alcohol into their green rooms or encouraging them to go score on Skid Row (proper noun?)  Of course my reaction to this was, “Natch,” because Dr. Phil is all about dramatic television, and doesn’t seem to care what it takes to get there.  Remember when a show staffer bailed out one of the Polk County 8?  Or when he tried to become BFF with Britney Spears during her breakdown so he could produce a show about her?  Gross.

Anyway, there are at least two allegations of sexual harassment in Dr. Phil’s past, and where there’s one allegation, there’s probably myriad episodes of misconduct.  Okay fine, so some of the previous allegations sound a little wacky, but I think that is immaterial, Your Honor.  Now that we’re in a more enlightened age, can we please resurrect these charges and get him off the air?

PS Let us not forget who foisted Dr. Phil onto us all in the first place.