the treasure house of memory
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yamamanama25 days until the vernal equinox
Two women, one with mesopelagic blue hair and a black beret and a woman with luminously rust red hair, blue jacket, and tan pants with a brown swirl pattern, engaged in a conversation about ringworm, which is not any sort of worm at all but a fungus.
At the Silver Line platform at South Station, the fan was on for whatever reason.
I met a dog named Amelia and a dog named Summer. And a few other dogs but I don't remember their names.
They were playing Held Under by Lastlings on a bunny radio with a light bulb for a cotton tail. the other song was just an instrumental which is too bad because it was kinda cool.
I can’t go in LOVE IS CALLING without a special ticket but I can look inside the door and even though I don’t quite get the full experience, I feel like I'm cheating all those bots when I do that.
Photos don’t get it across. The colors of the polka-dot tentacle things shift and we hear a love poem in Japanese for a world where love can no longer exist. Or maybe I’m just bitter.
I had a taxonomy of the anti-vax movement and have to amend it. There’s a certain subset of dogmatic Republicans, such as M.C.A. Hogarth, who are basically anti-vax because that is the Republican Party’s position, and any amount of thought or research, no matter how empty-headed the thoughts are and no matter how dubious their sources are, are too much thought and research.
I don't think I can blame them for my inability to see LOVE IS CALLING but I'm going to blame them for everything else that's gone wrong.
Once I knew someone who called one of her teachers Mr. Rogaine because a) he was bald and b) his name sounded similar to Rogaine. Her name was Rachel. She was obsessed with ramen. Once ate ramen with pencils as chopsticks. She said that the erasers gave it a nutmeggy taste. One time she tried to explain the taxonomy of anime to Michelle and I don't remember much of that at all.
I don’t think she’s referring to Joe Rogan because I don’t think Joe Rogan was ever a high school teacher in far northern Massachusetts. He was in LA by the time Rachel was in high school anyway.
Eva Lewitt - Untitled (mesh circles)
Jason Middlebrook - Finding Square
He depicts the relationship between nature and the human-built environment and said that the tree did more work than he did and spent far far far more time on it.
Matthew Ritchie - The Salt Pit
The code name of a secret prison in Afghanistan, alluding to its interrogations and its violence with barbed wire and explosions.
I just got a sense of déjà vu. Maybe I've seen this thing before. Maybe I even posted an image of it.
Yinka Shonibare - Planets in my Head / Philosophy
The mannequin wears batik fabric. Oh, that’s cool, there are a set of them with astronomy and literature and geology. He’s reading the Doctrine of Plato.
Fordjour - Six Ring Stance
God damn it. Blob Null.
Shit, it actually is a protocol preventing people from downloading images directly. Very well, if it's something that can be stopped, just try to stop it.
Avery Singer - Technique (2021)
A self-portrait in light and shadow and shape.
Richard Mosse - Idomeni Camp on the Greece-Macedonia (and I refuse to cave in to Greek Trumpists who can provide no actual solutions to their problems and in fact even create problems) by putting North in its name) Border
Refugee travel routes, made from a compilation of midwave infrared camera images.
Napoleon Jones-Henderson of the AfriCOBRA collective built a shrine to the Birmingham Four.
Raúl de Nieves uses candy-colored beads to evoke Mexican carnival costumes. While impressive, taking a picture with a game boy camera and coloring each individual pixel by hand does not quite get the feel of this across.
Who Would We Be Without Our Memories?
Sadly, this is the best picture I can find.
The pattern looked almost Islamic.
St. George and the Dragon is just paint. It's layered on to the canvas to add a third dimension.
The Fable Which Is Composed Of Wonders Moves The More
… the more? I’m sure he meant mare. You know, because horses.
No, it actually is "more." Sounds like a line from a Dylan Thomas poem.
The contorted horse-headed figures, and the centerpiece of the room, a great horse, are all made of fiberglass coated in various sparkly trinkets. The docent, I believe Celine or Celiane, though the writing on their nametags is small and awkward to look at even in better times and makes me look like I’m One-One doing a mum check, said that someone wanted to zazz up their lacking bathroom decor with a giant sparkly horse statue. A guy thought of topiary, though he could not recall the word. Underwater topiary, I thought.
The Mare of Thirty-Threes
The Mare of Threes
The Mare of Nines
The Leap Into The Sun
We (I say we because the guy next to me was pointing out all the cool objects) found some flowers, some dolls, a rosary made of skulls, a horse of course, some mood rings, what look like parts of armchairs, paper that went through a paper shredder, a whole lot of black butterflies, and even the face of Tommy Pickles, though more amorphous, less evolved than Tommy Pickles. Maybe his non-union Turkish equivalent.
Rainbow Dash (I had to look this up) did show up but in the Deana Lawson exhibit. Deana Lawson is a photographer who got a bunch of photos of black people from the US and Ethiopia and Brazil and the Democratic Republic of the Congo, meant to challenge stereotypes. There, there was a woman with amplified hadeopelagic hair and a woman who looked like she went back in time to visit Japan or a Japan-themed festival of some sort but accidentally came back a decade later than she meant to. An oversized pink jacket, a fuzzy white sweater, knee-high white platform boots, hair of an ashy blonde in long pigtails. I got déjà vu the first time I saw her and I don't know if she's dressed as something specific or if she's just familiar.
I got spicy basil rice at Siam Bistro.
Some kids on the Downtown Crossing platform were riding bikes and even doing wheelies and hops. I can’t decide if they’re brave or foolish, but perhaps they are one and the same.
On the train back was a woman with tattoos of a dagger on the back of her hand, two snails on the back of her legs, a luna moth, a face with teary eyes surrounded by roses and other flowers, a happy sun but maybe a bit more drunk and ambiguous and slightly nauseated than happy, the silhouette of a gazelle or some kind of antelope, a crescent moon at her throat. Her hair a chiaroscuro of dark and light and slate blue and even some hints of lichen green.
Burning Question: As I said, Love Is Calling was sold out. In four minutes. What happened here, did bots buy all the tickets?
Two women, one with mesopelagic blue hair and a black beret and a woman with luminously rust red hair, blue jacket, and tan pants with a brown swirl pattern, engaged in a conversation about ringworm, which is not any sort of worm at all but a fungus.
At the Silver Line platform at South Station, the fan was on for whatever reason.
I met a dog named Amelia and a dog named Summer. And a few other dogs but I don't remember their names.
They were playing Held Under by Lastlings on a bunny radio with a light bulb for a cotton tail. the other song was just an instrumental which is too bad because it was kinda cool.
I can’t go in LOVE IS CALLING without a special ticket but I can look inside the door and even though I don’t quite get the full experience, I feel like I'm cheating all those bots when I do that.
Photos don’t get it across. The colors of the polka-dot tentacle things shift and we hear a love poem in Japanese for a world where love can no longer exist. Or maybe I’m just bitter.
I had a taxonomy of the anti-vax movement and have to amend it. There’s a certain subset of dogmatic Republicans, such as M.C.A. Hogarth, who are basically anti-vax because that is the Republican Party’s position, and any amount of thought or research, no matter how empty-headed the thoughts are and no matter how dubious their sources are, are too much thought and research.
I don't think I can blame them for my inability to see LOVE IS CALLING but I'm going to blame them for everything else that's gone wrong.
Once I knew someone who called one of her teachers Mr. Rogaine because a) he was bald and b) his name sounded similar to Rogaine. Her name was Rachel. She was obsessed with ramen. Once ate ramen with pencils as chopsticks. She said that the erasers gave it a nutmeggy taste. One time she tried to explain the taxonomy of anime to Michelle and I don't remember much of that at all.
I don’t think she’s referring to Joe Rogan because I don’t think Joe Rogan was ever a high school teacher in far northern Massachusetts. He was in LA by the time Rachel was in high school anyway.
Eva Lewitt - Untitled (mesh circles)
Jason Middlebrook - Finding Square
He depicts the relationship between nature and the human-built environment and said that the tree did more work than he did and spent far far far more time on it.
Matthew Ritchie - The Salt Pit
The code name of a secret prison in Afghanistan, alluding to its interrogations and its violence with barbed wire and explosions.
I just got a sense of déjà vu. Maybe I've seen this thing before. Maybe I even posted an image of it.
Yinka Shonibare - Planets in my Head / Philosophy
The mannequin wears batik fabric. Oh, that’s cool, there are a set of them with astronomy and literature and geology. He’s reading the Doctrine of Plato.
Fordjour - Six Ring Stance
God damn it. Blob Null.
Shit, it actually is a protocol preventing people from downloading images directly. Very well, if it's something that can be stopped, just try to stop it.
Avery Singer - Technique (2021)
A self-portrait in light and shadow and shape.
Richard Mosse - Idomeni Camp on the Greece-Macedonia (and I refuse to cave in to Greek Trumpists who can provide no actual solutions to their problems and in fact even create problems) by putting North in its name) Border
Refugee travel routes, made from a compilation of midwave infrared camera images.
Napoleon Jones-Henderson of the AfriCOBRA collective built a shrine to the Birmingham Four.
Raúl de Nieves uses candy-colored beads to evoke Mexican carnival costumes. While impressive, taking a picture with a game boy camera and coloring each individual pixel by hand does not quite get the feel of this across.
Who Would We Be Without Our Memories?
Sadly, this is the best picture I can find.
The pattern looked almost Islamic.
St. George and the Dragon is just paint. It's layered on to the canvas to add a third dimension.
The Fable Which Is Composed Of Wonders Moves The More
… the more? I’m sure he meant mare. You know, because horses.
No, it actually is "more." Sounds like a line from a Dylan Thomas poem.
The contorted horse-headed figures, and the centerpiece of the room, a great horse, are all made of fiberglass coated in various sparkly trinkets. The docent, I believe Celine or Celiane, though the writing on their nametags is small and awkward to look at even in better times and makes me look like I’m One-One doing a mum check, said that someone wanted to zazz up their lacking bathroom decor with a giant sparkly horse statue. A guy thought of topiary, though he could not recall the word. Underwater topiary, I thought.
The Mare of Thirty-Threes
The Mare of Threes
The Mare of Nines
The Leap Into The Sun
We (I say we because the guy next to me was pointing out all the cool objects) found some flowers, some dolls, a rosary made of skulls, a horse of course, some mood rings, what look like parts of armchairs, paper that went through a paper shredder, a whole lot of black butterflies, and even the face of Tommy Pickles, though more amorphous, less evolved than Tommy Pickles. Maybe his non-union Turkish equivalent.
Rainbow Dash (I had to look this up) did show up but in the Deana Lawson exhibit. Deana Lawson is a photographer who got a bunch of photos of black people from the US and Ethiopia and Brazil and the Democratic Republic of the Congo, meant to challenge stereotypes. There, there was a woman with amplified hadeopelagic hair and a woman who looked like she went back in time to visit Japan or a Japan-themed festival of some sort but accidentally came back a decade later than she meant to. An oversized pink jacket, a fuzzy white sweater, knee-high white platform boots, hair of an ashy blonde in long pigtails. I got déjà vu the first time I saw her and I don't know if she's dressed as something specific or if she's just familiar.
I got spicy basil rice at Siam Bistro.
Some kids on the Downtown Crossing platform were riding bikes and even doing wheelies and hops. I can’t decide if they’re brave or foolish, but perhaps they are one and the same.
On the train back was a woman with tattoos of a dagger on the back of her hand, two snails on the back of her legs, a luna moth, a face with teary eyes surrounded by roses and other flowers, a happy sun but maybe a bit more drunk and ambiguous and slightly nauseated than happy, the silhouette of a gazelle or some kind of antelope, a crescent moon at her throat. Her hair a chiaroscuro of dark and light and slate blue and even some hints of lichen green.
Burning Question: As I said, Love Is Calling was sold out. In four minutes. What happened here, did bots buy all the tickets?
