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cinoh: theparisreview: “Art doesn’t have to do anything. It just has to be there for the fierce pleasure we take in doing it.” —Raymond Carver
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fishingboatproceeds: fishingboatproceeds: In 2002, Wimbledon lost their football team when it was moved to Milton Keynes in one of the most disgraceful decisions in the history of English soccer. Supporters of the club that had been Wimbledon F.C. responded by starting a new team, AFC Wimbledon. The team was (and remains) owned and operated by…
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The ceramics teacher announced on opening day that he was dividing the class into two groups. All those on the left side of the studio, he said, would be graded solely on the quantity of work they produced, all those on the right solely on its quality. His procedure was simple: on the final day…
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rubycosmos: marielikestodraw: Samuel L Jackson decided that red and green lightsabers were a stupidass decision. o/ He said it, he said the thing.
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ggj14 is all done now
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austinkleon: Stories We Tell a film by Sarah Polley “When you are in the middle of a story it isn’t a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood; like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs…
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So global Much games Global Game Jam 2014
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On Attraction.
On Attraction. psychotherapy: “Our attractions are forged in the deep space of our being, born of countless, often unknowable forces. When we encounter someone for the first time, our psyche and our heart begin an astonishingly complex scan, picking up obvious cues like physique and facial structure, but…
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For me, the question of how one comes to know, or, indeed, the conditions of the possibility of establishing that one knows, are best answered through turning to a prior question: Who are “we” such that this question becomes a question for us. How has the “we” been constructed in relation to this question of…
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At the start of a new semester, I walk into a math class. My teacher is blond and blue-eyed. I don’t remember his name. When he comes to mine on the roll call, he takes the requisite pause. I hold my breath. “How do I pronounce your name?” he asks. I say, “Just call me…