Did You See Jupiter?

Quentin Meillassoux, After Finitude: An Essay on the Necessity of Contingency
55 Days at Peking, dir. Nicholas Ray
Hildur Gudnadottir, Leyfdu Ljosinu  
Girls on HBO 
Bruno Schulz, Street of Crocodiles 
gum
Black Clock No. 15, ed. Steve Erickson 
getting back to biking for the season
Sun Araw + The Congos, Icon Give Thank/Icon Eye, music and movie both

“If, forgetting the respect due to the Creator, I were to attempt a criticism of creation, I would say, ‘Less matter, more form!’”

— Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles

Porter Ricks, Biokinetics
Spritz-O
the parts of Ben Marcus’s The Flame Alphabet I’m not hating
Nicholas Ray, A Bitter Victory
Philip Ball, Shapes
V/A, Voguing and the House Ballroom Scene of New York City 1976-96
Eco-DenT DailyCare Toothpowder
La Monte Young & Marian Zazeela, Dream House (always)

Renata Adler, Speedboat
Elvis Presley, Elvis Country (Legacy Edition)
Robert Bresson retrospective at Film Forum
Speyburn Highland Single Malt Scotch Whisky
Asmus Tietchens, Y-Menge
99% Invisible podcasts
reading reading reading when it’s oh so cold…

2011—A teeming, tangled year in which connections and threads continued to reveal themselves… Memories: Standing in the empty 46th floor of the lone completed World Trade Center-complex building listening to Arvo Pärt for the Guggenheim Museum’s “stillspotting nyc”; walking around Krakow at Unsound Festival with Morton Subotnick and hearing him stop and play, at variable speeds, a collection of music boxes for sale on the street; driving in Iceland, with volcano ash swirling up behind and sounds courtesy of Joni Mitchell’s Hejira; beginning to crack, and be cracked by, Hillel Schwartz’s book Making Noise: From Babel To The Big Bang & Beyond; thinking not enough people talked about the movie Another Earth; looking at paintings by Lyonel Feininger at the Whitney Museum and Willem De Kooning at MoMA; seeing/feeling pretty much everything differently after leering into the videos of Ryan Trecartin at PS1; watching an audience respond as wildly as any I’ve ever seen to young Nicolas Jaar’s disarmingly evolved live band; rejoicing over the presence of a surreal singing oscilloscope in an old ’60s TV special gathered on DVD for The Ernie Kovacs Collection; meeting certain moods and moodiness with the films of Nicholas Ray.