The Grandpa Sessions

Thoughts and designs of a mid-20s Chicago savant.

Untitled & Unused Deleuzian Nonsense

[W]e make no distinction between man and stubble: the human essence of stubble and the stubblular essence of man become one within stubble in the form of human production or the razor blade industry, just as they do within the life of man as a species.  

Razor blade industry is then no longer considered from the extrinsic point of view of utility, but rather from the point of view of its fundamental identity with stubble as production of man and by man (esp. when pushing hard, man as production can increase the once striated and stagnated production of stubble).  

Not man as the king of stubble creation , but rather as the being who is in intimate contact with the profound life of all forms or all types of beings, who is responsible for even the stars and animal life (esp. animal facial hair and hairs), and who ceaselessly plugs an organ-machine into an energy-buzzer-machine, a tree into his body, a shaving cream-filled hand cross his cheeks, a razor sketching his pale face: the eternal custodian of the machines of the universe, of the machines of stubble destruction.  

This is the second meaning of process as we use the term: man and stubble are not like two opposite terms confronting each other – not even in the sense of bipolar opposites within a relationship of causation, ideation, or expression (cause and effect, subject and object, hairless and slighty, yet irritatingly hairy, etc.); rather, they are one and the same essential hair/slight hair reality, the producer-product.  Stubble production as process overtakes all idealistic categories and constitutes a cycle whose relationship to desire (i.e. desire for the “unnoticed light sheen of brittle, downward-facing, short face hairs) is that of an immanent principle.

OK, but could you send a source that’s from a more reliable news outlet? You know, something in the US?

Deep Poems 1

i sit i say i wait

well, i dont say, i think but i think it like i say it

but what does it mean to me if i disappear

and the only time it is real is when i tell someone

who am i thinking it to

and how much do i really mean it

if everytime i am by myself, i escape

and anytime im around anyone, i am present

who am i if i dont exist when im alone

am i escapism, loneliness,

or am i that hatred in my stomach

i usually mistake for gas

robdelaney:

newsweek:

Things Jonathan Franzen Hates
1. E-books: “That kind of radical contingency is not compatible with a system of justice or responsible self-government.”
2. Smartphones: “Great allies and enablers of narcissism.”
3. The Internet: “It’s doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.”
4. Cats: “the sociopaths of the pet world.”
5. Experimental fiction: “It’s also in my Protestant nature, however, to expect some reward for this work.”
6. Schmaltzy fiction: “I cringe, myself.”
7. Michiko Kakutani: “the stupidest person in New York City.”
8. Insipid Broadway musical adaptations: “instantly overpraised.”
9. Author videos: “This might be a good place for me to register my profound discomfort at having to make videos like this.”

Viva Franzen!

robdelaney:

newsweek:

Things Jonathan Franzen Hates

1. E-books: “That kind of radical contingency is not compatible with a system of justice or responsible self-government.”

2. Smartphones: “Great allies and enablers of narcissism.”

3. The Internet: “It’s doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.”

4. Cats: “the sociopaths of the pet world.”

5. Experimental fiction: “It’s also in my Protestant nature, however, to expect some reward for this work.”

6. Schmaltzy fiction: “I cringe, myself.”

7. Michiko Kakutani: “the stupidest person in New York City.”

8. Insipid Broadway musical adaptations: “instantly overpraised.”

9. Author videos: “This might be a good place for me to register my profound discomfort at having to make videos like this.”

Viva Franzen!

shitliberalssaytoradicals:

People are too stupid for revolution.

(PS. Distrust and cynicism in people is a key trademark of liberalism.)