by slow shimo
What came first, chicken or the egg? Irrelevant. Hesse had a cat scan in mid October 2019. Diagnosis: meningioma tumor in the fourth ventricle, which I googled, stems from your cerebral aqueduct (aqueduct of Sylvius) to the obex. Cancer. What came first, chicken or the egg? Irrelevant.
Categories: ca mama, uncategorized, where body meets ground
by slow shimo
I had felt it but, like most things in life, I chose to push it aside. Self diagnosis concluding the overall inability to diagnose lumps due to an overall lack of expertise and life-accumulated incapacity of following written instructions. But, like most things in life, it did not go away simply because I willed it so. The pop remained. Come December 23, the diagnosis was printed: Invasive Breast Cancer.
Categories: ca mama, where body meets ground
by slow shimo
Taken from Juxtapoz Magazine (August 09, 2016) Born in 1965, artist Ikenaga Yasunari’s serene and soothing portraits of modern women evoke a dreamy nostalgia through their faded golden hues and elegant floating poses. Using a Menso brush, mineral pigments, and soot ink on linen cloth, Yasunari continues the ancient tradition of Nihonga painting while simultaneously bringing modern elements to play, such as present-day clothing styles and floral textile designs. The result is both beautiful and melancholy, capturing the timelessness of […]
Categories: art i like, artstatic • Tags: art, bijinga, illustration, nihonga
by slow shimo
Teach Yourself Italian (jhumpa lahiri) The New Yorker, December 07, 2015 EXILE My relationship with Italian takes place in exile, in a state of separation. Every language belongs to a specific place. It can migrate, it can spread. But usually it’s tied to a geographical territory, a country. Italian belongs mainly to Italy, and I live on another continent, where one does not readily encounter it. I think of Ovid, exiled from Rome to a remote place. To a […]
Categories: i like short stories & sometimes poetry, literat, uncategorized • Tags: december issue, fiction, italian, jhumpa lahiri, short story, the new yorker
by slow shimo
Structural Packaging Design: Agile Rabbit Editions Packaging is a key factor in practically all forms of trade: it is crucial to protect, store and ship goods, and, in many cases, the design of a package is the first a customer sees when confronted with any type of product. Consumers react immediately to package shapes, and are influenced by them when making buying decisions. Different product categories are often easy to recognise by their characteristic form, for example chocolate boxes or […]
Categories: uncategorized
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The Naysayers: Walter Benjamin, Theodor Adorno, and the Critique of Pop Culture (alex ross) The New Yorker, September 15, 2014 In Jonathan Franzen’s 2001 novel, “The Corrections,” a disgraced academic named Chip Lambert, who has abandoned Marxist theory in favor of screenwriting, goes to the Strand Bookstore, in downtown Manhattan, to sell off his library of dialectical tomes. The works of Theodor W. Adorno, Jürgen Habermas, Fredric Jameson, and various others cost Chip nearly four thousand dollars to acquire; their […]
Categories: i like short stories & sometimes poetry, literat, philo & crit • Tags: adorno, critical theory, the new yorker, walter benjamin
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introducing Borre Akkersdijk, Kant en Klaar
Categories: cloth threads, fashion designers
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The following photographs provide glimpses into some of the radical changes that have marked the past century. At the opening of the Meiji era in 1868, only the few Europeans and Americans living in Japan wore Western dress. The kimono, which literally means “thing to wear,” was – and had been since the thirteenth century – standard dress for all Japanese. Elaborate time-honed conventions determined everything from color and pattern to sleeve length, and signified social class as well as […]
Categories: cloth threads • Tags: fashion, fashion takenoko, japan, takenoko
by slow shimo
Sight Unseen: The Hows and Whys of Invisibility (kathryn schulz) The New Yorker, April 13 2015 It is possible, according to many sources, to become invisible, but you must be patient, methodical, and willing to eat almost anything. One characteristic spell, recorded by the British polymath John Aubrey around 1680, instructs you to begin by acquiring the severed head of a man who has committed suicide. You then bury the head, together with seven black beans, on a Wednesday morning […]
Categories: i like short stories & sometimes poetry, literat • Tags: invisibility, Philip Ball
