ilx posts with striking imagery

aim less
tree ship

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNP-Wkgcyz4

ha ha

just fwiw, i googled ashton martin

Jon "What did I do now?" Dipshit, cease addressing me, or you *will* sequentially meet me and Brooklyn pavement.
― Dr Morbius (Dr Morbius), Wednesday, November 30, 2005 6:31 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I see what you did there

D'oh!

That's all time, can't decide between that and "how fast could I KO this chicken shit hillbilly?"

Yeah, those two are alltime hardman.

He has mellowed with age.

Dude had a horse wastebasket that was full of kleenex, but he never seemed to have a cold.
― put your money where the maracas are (how's life), Monday, December 1, 2014

yelling at the kids is not burning and raving at close of day

burning and raving at close of day is bewailing one's own mortality and how just as you're closing in on the wisdom and vision you sought, your time starts to run out, and your energy flags no matter how jealously you've guarded your powers, and besides the futility of the whole enterprise becomes more transparent and it doesn't seem fair because seen from the right angle it all seems so beautiful but the clarity of your aging eyes forces to you see both that beauty and its pointlessness

being mad at williamsburg is basically going gentle, because it's what all the olds do when they run out of the power to be properly mad

― The Complainte of Ray Tabano, Saturday, November 29, 2014 1:37 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

the other week i was in a cab stuck in traffic circumnavigating buckingham palace and having given up hope of getting anywere on time i was just staring at the royal-watchers and the victorian normcore-brutalist edifice itself, the political prison ceaucescu would have built if he had survived the coup

the royal-watcher population seems to be almost entirely foreign and oddly torpid, what is it they are hoping to see exactly? the inertial lack of the spectacular as paradoxical anti-spectacle, children scuffing their shoes, periodic commotions as tour groups in brownian motion are summoned together, that vast red asphalt tegument like the running track surrounding a soviet football stadium, a couple of praetorian squaddies with bayoneted assault rifles, the endless soot black perimeter walls delimiting an unseemly amount of hyperprime real estate that will never be realized

― نكبة (nakhchivan), Tuesday, December 2, 2014 8:47 PM (2 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

[apple polish mode] awesome writer is nakh, beautiful post.

funny enough i'm eating nuts right now and just had sardines for dinner so in a hundred years it's gonna be you me and the cockroaches begging for scraps outside the gates of the mormon robot city

― goole, Monday, December 8, 2014 7:40 PM

Trying to comprehend just how terrible a Flaming Lips album would need to be not to make a single list.

― Matt DC, Tuesday, January 6, 2015 10:20 AM (49 minutes ago)

chills.

I agree with Hurting 2, but I might make a distinction is between a person who makes pickles whether over a lifetime or no, and a handing down over several lifetimes knowledge of pickle-making. the one year journeyman pickle-maker is different from the family of pickle-makers. Pickle-Makers to Their Majesties, with their carefully seasoned oak-barrels, their vinegars derived of the finest vintages of Burgundy vinegars, their cucumbers grown in secret locations, specific leeward riverbanks that catch both the morning and evening light but are shaded from the midday sun by the dappled shade of sycamores, the secret timing of their preparation, ritualised as entire religions, dependent on the cycle of the moon, the mansions of the stars, and the aphelion/perihelion distances of the sun, their hieratic picklemaker robes. The contents of the recipes split between nine unknown pickle men, matching the nine wise men of the east, whose identities are a closely kept secret, and who only convene at intervals of prime-numbers in cloisters inaccessible to all but the very poorest and most humble. their pickles so refined that only a few may be allowed to consume it, they only know the secret words to be uttered at a certain few, shabby establishments that will bring forth from darkened back room the specific gherkin or cornicon required.

One has the ritual and ceremony... and also reliability... of the early industrial, pre-machine age of notions of craftsmanship, and the other an individual and localness and non-guarantee of quality. they bleed into each other - would reiterate the hippie-morris intersect point about cold-war notions of apocalypse feeding into the need to be able to do things yourself.

I think i can probably make an argument of mobile phone companies being crypto-Hanseatic Houses or Guilds from the above, but i can't be aris'd rite now.

― Fizzles, Wednesday, September 11, 2013 5:12 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

That Fizzles, a fine fellow

absolutely jam-packed with striking imagery!

yes very wonderful post. i say that as a pickle-maker (albeit a one year journeyman pickle-maker)

fuck now i want a pickle

happy to see that post again

if all we leave is fizzles it'll be quite enough

no need for pickle heaven, already there

fizzles is a quiet, but highly distinguished, force to be reckoned with

cloisters inaccessible to all but the very poorest and most humble

wow

That was a great post. I still sometimes think of the phrase "journeyman pickle-maker"

do you think pankaj mishra and his friends like kant, arendt and roth would see sanctimonious uncontextualized linkdumps as an enlightmenment praxis?

typically practised its mostly a sort of pass/ag censure or a feelgood gesture of commonality, at its highest aspiration it can even approach the phatic, a reassuring block of text that doesn't need to be read but purportedly affirms the link poster's own views, which a priori are the same as every other right-thinking link poster's views

― Hayat Boumkattienne (nakhchivan), Wednesday, January 21, 2015 8:03 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

imagery?

obscure words awkwardly conjoined

ilx posts with striking horseshit

^^^

:-(

thought that was a great post but maybe more of a truth bomb

sanctimonious uncontextualized linkdumps as an enlightmenment praxis?
sanctimonious uncontextualized linkdumps as an enlightmenment praxis?
sanctimonious uncontextualized linkdumps as an enlightmenment praxis?
sanctimonious uncontextualized linkdumps as an enlightmenment praxis?
sanctimonious uncontextualized linkdumps as an enlightmenment praxis?
sanctimonious uncontextualized linkdumps as an enlightmenment praxis?
sanctimonious uncontextualized linkdumps as an enlightmenment praxis?

in context that was apropos, out of context it's a phrase idk what your beef is

marcos is the new ilx darling - kinda dumb and always ready to say the right thing

I disagree with marcos here but I disagree more with Mordy's assessment

that's harsh mordy

i'm sorry - marcos u seem like a sweet guy, but maybe a little too willing to endear yourself to the ilx hivemind which rubs me the wrong way

maybe he's just a genuinely nice person

marcos is the new ilx darling - kinda dumb and always ready to say the right thing

― Mordy, Thursday, January 22, 2015 2:21 PM (7 minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I don't find any of this to be remotely true, and I also think you're pretty much a dick for saying it.

he's just jealous

(I still FP'd him)

I did too

please temp-ban mordy for the "marcos is dumb" thing

haha mordy i can take "kinda dumb", that's fair. not sure what you are talking about re: "ilx darling", lol, i don't even feel like i post enough here for most folks to even recognize me

tbf i only included kinda dumb bc you seemed confused by a straight forward nakh post- i don't have any other evidence for that

there is no hivemind, this place is a quagmire of constantly shifting allegiances, appeals to some sort of taken-for-granted consensus always seem wrong-headed to me

I'd have said "being kinda dumb" except I would have maybe subbed in "dense"