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And this leads me to my point. Have you ever tried to recreate the dance style of your 12-year-old self, now? It’s ridiculous. It’s as if you were hugging, too close, for too long and moving in a circle, a lame circle. The man’s penis is pressed right into your crotch. No doubt you felt that greasy, pimply, 12-year-old boy’s penis jump and move against you. How was this allowed?! What were teacher’s thinking, allowing this crotch-touching to go on? — Dance - Katie West
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‘I’d much rather be a rising ape than a falling angel’ — Terry Pratchett on religion | guardian.co.uk
Imagine huge hole, a cave probably, the kind of thing that might feature in an action sequence in The Lord of The Rings, the kind of thing a Balrog might fall through. Imagine yourself falling through that space. That space isn’t made of rock or air or sharp formations or of stench and horror but of break-ups and hate and long walks through winter rain and of time spent thumbing through your contact list and realising - as much as you want to talk to someone - that you have nothing new to say to anyone and probably never will. Are you there? Good, so you’ve been dumped once then. Well done you. New year, a bit of money in pocket, a trip to Rough Trade/Avalanche/Ameoba/Tiger/wherever the locals go to get those beautiful vinyl records, you pick up music by a band flying in that exact same cave. Except they’re going up. Behind them is a jetstream made of shouting and hate. This is a brilliant thing. Titus Andronicus’ album sounds like it was recorded in a dustbin, the lyrics are barely within comprehension, and yet it’s so clearly urgent, so compelling, that it acts like rocket fuel. It’s ace. I put the momentum of 2009 down to the first new sounds reaching my ear being ‘Fear and Loathing in Mahwah, NJ’: A brief spell of mourning and wallowing before an almighty scream of “FUCK YOU” and an explosion consisting of all the pace in world. Anyone put off by that kind of opening can keep on falling. I will not miss them. —
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Yeah, I derailed the thread for a post.
And I’m still not sure that story is that important to stories. You know, all that beginning, middle, end stuff, narrative arc blah, blah, blah. Games people go on about it all the time, and ad people are convinced they’re masters of story miniatures. I think, very often, story is just something to hang all the important bits on. And not in a significant, meaningful way, like a backbone or a scaffold. It’s more of a coat-hanger. The actual stuff that connects isn’t about plot or narrative; it’s texture, observations, images, jokes, juxtapositions, felicitous phrases and little moments of aha. That seemed true last night, all the stories were about something that had happened, but that wasn’t the important bit. What sticks in the head is how the story was told, not what the story was. — russell davies: true stories told live
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Now, I have to assume that anyone asking about “worth the time” already has at least 32pp of content they want to do something with, right? Because, if not, the question that’s really being asked is “Can you give me some excuse to make something?”– and really, fuck those people. Because if what you want to know is, if you get your thumb out of your backside and actually do something, is someone going to pay you for it? Well, you’re looking at the wrong career, kiddo. You don’t actually care about publishing so much as you wouldn’t mind a no-risk game that gets you a book and some money at the end of it. If, you know, someone can assure you there’s a book and some money at the end of it before you do anything. — Ariana Osborne » An Introduction to POD
[Paul Morley’s] book Words and Music is the monolithic equivalent of the great rhetorical television series of the past, the likes of Civilisation, The Ascent of Man and Connections. It’s very nearly a conflation of all three, with a bit of Carl Sagan’s Cosmos thrown in and left to ferment in a crashed car in JG Ballard’s garden for a thousand years. Sometimes I think Morley wrote it because he knew he’d never get to do it as a TV show. — How an old guy saved online music journalism - Warren Ellis for WIRED UK
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Beginnings matter. — Tangled histories – Blog – BERG
The marketing of “marital aids”, as they were once known, has undergone something of a sea change in recent years, with the likes of LoveHoney and Anne Summers turning their use from a signifier of guilt and loneliness into a loving expression of liberated sexuality. Whether the users of the Fleshlight fall into that category is another matter - LoveHoney does not allow us to play with their data, only their pre-made maps, so we can’t tell you which town sells more devices for the single gentleman, and which for the lady - and perhaps suggest some kind of twinning… — Throwing a little fleshlight on the matter: more maps and data — Bookkake