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Friday, September 14, 2012

Videos Expose the Fraud of US Weekly Photos of Kristen Stewart and Rupert Sanders.



On The Road NY Premiere Kristen Stewart

Is everyone happy now to see the flailed actress all skin and bones
Has she been punished enough for THAT AFTERNOON
Or do you want more more MORE

For THAT AFTERNOON see The Rashomon Effect here:
Complete with pictures from THAT AFTERNOON

The camera never lies. It records what is there. It is we who lie to ourselves when we perceive what we think we see. as it filters through our own protective shield.

Does this mean that the photos we see take on the literal truth of what the camera has recorded? 

Look at this video
Now tell me what you see in those pictures you just looked at

355,000 views so far

Watch and Learn

As Diana was dying in her car pleading with her eyes for help the papz were filming her 



Friday, September 07, 2012

A dress which is more than a dress: Kristen Stewart, Cannes 2012

I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a color? Color is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering — like the susurrus of the wind — from book to book and object to object for tens of thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half soars through the air with your glances. I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted. I do not conceal myself: For me, delicacy manifests itself neither in weakness nor subtlety, but through determination and will. So, I draw attention to myself. I’m not afraid of other colors, shadows, crowds, or even of loneliness…

 “My dear master, explain red to somebody who has never known red.” — “If we touched it with the tip of a finger, it would feel like something between iron and copper. If we took it into our palm, it would burn. If we tasted it, it would be full-bodied, like salted meat. If we took it between our lips, it would fill our mouths. If we smelled it, it’d have the scent of a horse. If it were a flower, it would smell like a daisy, not a red rose.”

Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red pg. 186-8

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

Security? Street Numbers; Zip Codes and 911 Reordering - Do You Feel Safe Now?

Agnes Martin Grid

With Numbers in Place: Security, Territory, and the Production of Calculable Space (2012)

by Clare O'Farrell
Rose-Redwood, Reuben (2012). "With Numbers in Place: Security, Territory, and the Production of Calculable Space". Annals of the Association of American Geographers , 102 (2), 295-319.
Recent geographical scholarship on the politics of calculation has led to a reevaluation of the role of statistics, census-taking, and mapping as calculative techniques that have been of primary importance to the rise of the modern territorial state. The current study contributes to this literature by examining how the political technologies of street addressing have been employed to reconfigure the territory of the United States as a calculable space of security. Drawing on extensive archival research and thirty semistructured, in-depth interviews, this study provides a genealogy of calculable space, focusing particularly on the extension of city-style street addressing systems into rural communities to aid emergency management, homeland security, and various other governmental measures as part of the general process that Foucault (2007) has referred to as the "urbanization of the territory." As a case study, I consider the campaign to readdress rural areas in West Virginia to illustrate the social and political processes at work in remaking the territory into a space of calculation by encoding the landscape with a spatial regime of inscriptions. The results presented here show how 911 addressing systems have been central to the reorganization of political space at a time when the apparatuses of security are being "enhanced" by the apparent marvels of geospatial technology. To the extent that such technologies are themselves implicated in reshaping the very spaces that they are designed to represent, this study calls our attention to the pervasive role that spatial calculation plays in the production of a geo-coded world.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012


The horse is tortured by having its  front feet wounded in all sorts of invidiously creative ways to make them so painful that the horse will place its weight on the hindquarters to avoid as much of the pain as possible.
Please go here for an excruciating video and endless details you never wanted to know. 

Torture seems to be a very American thing. It also seems that it is mostly invisible to us. Here is an example made visible: The Tennessee Walking Horse.

Yesterday we covered the abuse of horses in horse racing; in this post we discuss a recent video released by the Humane Society. The video highlights an instance of a larger issue, which is how arbitrary human tastes can create incentives for cruelty.

The concern revolves around the Tennessee Walking Horse (TWH), a breed developed in the U.S. in the late 1800s and bred to have smooth gaits, including their distinctive “running walk,”  that are unusual in most breeds. Over time, a more exaggerated version became popular among show judges and spectators at TWH shows; called the “big lick,” it requires horses to shift their weight to their back legs and pick their front legs high off the ground. Fans enjoyed the flashy, unusual movements and horses that performed the gait began taking home more prizes. This created a powerful incentive to get horses to exhibit the unnaturally exaggerated gait. 
This is an example of The Inscription of the Body on an animal, the horse.
And the movie BUCK is an undoing of The Inscription of the Body. Or a natural and deliciously sensuous and loving one on another horse. "Your horse is a mirror to your soul. Sometimes you will like what you see and sometimes you won't." - Buck Brannaman
So this is done so riders can experience that oh so cool smooooth gait; The rider gets the beautiful smooooth ride at the expense of the tortured horse.
It is also a Chinese thing. See:

Review: Snow Flower And The Secret Fan;The Inscription of the Body

This one is about the bound feet of little girls in China to make them more desirable. Pre Chairman Mao.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012


Last night I dreamed I was walking with an ex-friend who has horses. We were walking with one of her horses that she was taking to the slaughterhouse. Or rather we were meeting someone who would transport the horse there, while it walked along with us like a pet. It was emaciated, every bone on its body was outlined. 

We met the man who had a station wagon with horses inside. On the passenger side he picked up her horse and put it inside the car, fastening him down on his back with a belt which he buckled. 

I reached in the opening in the back as there was no window. I wanted to pet the horse and say goodbye. The horse put his hoof in my hand. It was frightened and upset, begging me for help. I unbuckled the leather belt, lifted the horse out and set him down to free him. 

My ex-friend said, "Why did you do that? We can't be friends anymore." She turns her back to walk away.

I say, "What does he eat?"

She says, "Grain. I feed him a handful but he doesn't eat."

The End
For Homes for Horses 

but once you have, it is a 
memory that will be burned 
into you for as long as you 
live. In its last days, a 
starved horse truly looks like 
skin has been sprayed over 
its skeleton, with well 
defined hip bones, spinal 
processes and ribs just 
underneath the skin. Despite 
so many odds, the will to 
live often keeps the horse 
going far longer than it 
seems possible. We’ve seen 
them eat fence post and rails, trees and dirt, just to stay alive a little longer

Freudian analysis teaches us to look at the day/the time before the dream. A friend had told me that being tied down was not an option. 

We had been discussing the film
Tie Me Up! Tie Me 
The Dreamtime of the aboriginal tribes in Australia invert the Freudian analysis. The dream dreams a world, a child, an object into existence. 

"Psychoanalysis overturned. Instead of the dream being the fulfillment of desires unsatisfied in real life, real life would be the site where desires born of dreams were fulfilled. Instead of being the dumping ground of the unconscious, dreams would be the matrices of real events - thus becoming like the 'dream' of the Aborigines, for whom a child has to be dreamt before he can be begotten, 'real' paternity being merely the fulfillment of the dream." (Cool Memories IV 105)

Bella dreams her child into existence, does she not? (Breaking Dawn)

Herzog's film Where the Green Ants Dream follows a group of Aborigines in Australia following the Songlines of the Green Ants. They believe that the world was dreamt into existence. The mountains, the hills, the valleys, Rocks, rivers,and they make pilgrimages to these places dreamt into existence. They know where to go because the Songlines are an orally remembered song map of where these places are. The Whites have built over many of them, or there is a store where they sit in the corner and hum because that's where the Green Ants are. These pilgrimages last months and they walk all the way with their babies and children teaching them the songs and places. The first toys of the babies are leaves, pieces of grass, flowers, and so they learn to love the earth this way.

Bruce Chatwin's Songlines is Chatwin's walking tour of Australia. He used to be a very successful antiquities specialist for Sothebys. He began going blind and his doctor advised him to quit and go traveling. As Chatwin walked across the tarmac to his plane, his vision returned. His books are a marvel to read.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Joni MItchell A Post Modern Poet, Singer, Songwriter - Both Sides Now

Joni Mitchell - Both Sides, Now
from the LP "Clouds", 1969

Bows and flows of angel hair
and ice cream castles in the air
and feather canyons everywhere,
I've looked at clouds that way
but now they only block the sun, 
they rain and snow on everyone
so many things I would have done
but clouds got in my way

Reality and illusion: Baudrillard - The Transparency of Evil when all illusion is gone.

I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
from up and down, and still somehow
it's cloud illusions I recall,
I really don't know clouds at all

Illusion again. She is so very much a philosopher. I never knew.

Moons and Junes and ferris wheels, 
the dizzy dancing way you feel
as every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way
but now it's just another show,
you leave 'em laughing when you go
and if you care, don't let them know,
don't give yourself away

The "floating sign" of pretence: dissembling.

I've looked at love from both sides now,
from give and take, and still somehow
it's love's illusions I recall,
I really don't know love at all

What Zizek was saying about fucking in Reading Lacan, Eyes Wide Shut, p. 49-50

Tears and fears and feeling proud
to say "i love you" right out loud,
dreams and schemes and circus crowds,
I've looked at life that way.
But now old friends are acting strange,
they shake their heads, they say I've changed
well, somethings lost but somethings gained
in living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now,
from win and lose, and still somehow
it's life's illusions I recall,
I really don't know life at all.

The loss of illusion. Win and lose in the dialectic. 

Yes, Joni is a post modern poet who is a singer-songwriter.