Rocking the Microphone
Taking my cue from digital disaster, I realize that all the wonderful things to do in Madison this evening including rare occasions such as Evan's birthday party (aka time to spend with Ultimate folks, my people), Senegalese hip hop at the Union Theatre with peaceful people I admire, MotoPrimatives show at Revoultion Cycles, and a gallery adventure with friends at the Humanities building had to sit down for a night and leave me to write. It has been a good night of it, too. I doubled my paper on Habermas's notion of the public sphere in Tibetan spiritual landscape. This feels very good considering I lost most of it in the electrostupidquake of 2006.
posted by Breathing at 9:24 PM
4 Comments:
though it was a terrible event, "electrostupidquake" may be the best neologism of my life.
now i am going to do some work as well - vico!
i told acquaintances tonight what you work on. they both sat up and said "wow that's pretty cool!"
Yes! "electrostupidquake" is fine phrase coinage Dr.L! :) It reminds me of moments of my own that have been much more thunderously insipid than your recent one. *laugh* Everyone can relate to that kind of realisation.
Aaron
best neologism of your life? two birds dead. one stone thrown.
thanks.
najafx: smack for soldiers in Iraq
najafx is great.
i'm going to call you someday. probably when you least expect it. the phone will ring intrusively, and there i will be.
until then -
"The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet black bough"
- ezra pound, "in a station at the metro"
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