the hero never dies

A woman on the train had a l’Cie brand tattooed on one shoulder and Batwoman’s sigil and a quote overlaying it on the other arm, and she had a shirt with a pirate cat and hat depicting a fangly bear wearing a hat. Her girlfriend (maybe?) had lavender locks in her hair and tattoos of tiny arrows.

There’s an art gallery inside Atlantic Wharf. Until October, there is art envisioning the future. I really don’t understand why Instagram is being so uncooperative. “In April 2012, Facebook acquired the service for approximately US$1 billion in cash and stock.” Okay, now I do. Thing is, I can search by location but not by tag and this has been true since at least Friday, and I’m pretty sure the only sites that should be problematic on my end are Spotify, because Spotify is designed to not function with Safari, and Facebook, because Facebook is deliberately a godawful bloated mess that puts out enough spam to kill every crocodilian that has ever or will ever live.

I don't actually know who made any of these.



















Pressing the green button causes the music boxes to activate.

One of the women at the desk was reading Catch-22 and means to read Slaughterhouse-5. She’s read a collection of his stories published posthumously but none of his famous works.

Here's a summary of As You Like It.
Oliver cheats his younger brother Orlando out of some inheritance and tricks Charles the court wrestler into snapping his neck by convincing him that Orlando wants him murdered, but Orlando wins the match anyway, Rosalind is smitten, and has to go into hiding. Meanwhile, Duke Frederick exiles his exiled brother Duke Senior's daughter Rosalind to the Forest Of Arden and his daughter Celia joins her. Rosalind disguises herself as a boy named Ganymede and Celia wears a shawl and calls herself Aliena. Touchstone, the fool, here wearing socks with golden stars and moons, joins them, carrying their things. They meet Corin, an old shepherd, and his protege Silvius, who is hopelessly enamored with Phoebe. Phoebe wants no part in it. Orlando spends his time writing love poetry and posting them on trees, and meets the Duke and threatens to kill him if he doesn't get an apple. Orlando tells Jaques "I do desire we be better strangers" (I'm going to use that line on Ashley) and Jaques tells him not to mar any more trees with his poetry and Orlando tells him not to ruin his poems with his voice. Ganymede runs into Orlando and convinces him to pretend he's really Rosalind, so she can press him about his feelings and teach him how to be a good husband to her. Phoebe falls in love with the disguised Rosalind and Rosalind tells her to sell when she can, for she is not for all markets (I'm going to use that line on Ashley). Oliver shows up, says that Orlando was injured when a snake startled a lioness and the lioness tried to eat Oliver, and then falls in love with Celia. Ganymede reveals herself as Rosalind and Phoebe is utterly bewildered and indignant. Duke Ferdinand has a change of heart and allows his brother and his entourage to come back.

The set had walls made of doors and lanterns and ladders.
It was longer than 90 minutes but I wasn’t expecting it to be that short. Still, even on a Sunday, it was probably easier (and with more pleasant weather) than going to the wildlands of Plymouth and a lot lot lot lot easier than going to fucking Delmarva in September.

I know what hěn hǎo (很好) means.

I had a dream in which I saw Nixon in China in a brick and white room filled with sand and it was set in a dystopia in which Mark Zuckerberg ran everything.
I close my eyes at 5:30 AM, have a short dream about a 90s DOS aesthetic shmup set in a ruined concrete bunker town in modern Afghanistan.

burning question: is artwork about the future inherently political in nature?