September!!

• Periodically remember I'm pretty good at air hockey.
• Boulder --> Sand --> Button --> Pasta
• He ignored me up until yesterday which is when he introduced himself.
• "Love is a many splendored thing / When your heart is ready / You may hear it sing / Love is a many splendored thing"
• "I don't have anymore stupid questions... guinea pigging... zotero is easy enough for me to use"
• mini ghirardelli milk chocolate carmel square wrapper; wasp; digital product shops
• Developing a raffle ethos. "It's harder to find a raffle than it is to win one."
• What in me shunts and is shutted
• Learned about Rammellzee last night and I'm obsessed. I feel so inspired. The quotes below are from: 'Culture is the Most Fertilized Substance' — Edit DeAk speaks to Rammellzee, Artforum, May 1983
• "Language itself is a gamble. A roll of dice. The way you formulate your sentence, the words you pick and make that sentence, is the roll of the dice. That’s why I’m a rapper, I pick the best words for the sentence. If your gamble rolls right, you’ll win. Where the dictionary rolls, the word’s right. When the title was made, Ornamental Style, well that word was one roll or one knowledge straight off armament. The next roll that came up was armament. And that’s what graffiti is."
• “The trains out there are a big book, and as the pages are being written, as formations are being placed on the train, the page cars are switched around. And the book is scattered and rescattered into a gamble. The letters armored themselves while we were scattering them on the transit. And society was still playing that big major game by breaking up car numbers in sequence. When you put two cars together it makes an ionic sentence. A one-word statement of a sentence, full of five of these one-word joints. And these sentences started to make sense.”
• “The rhyme cannot be repeated because I just put words in formation as letters in the word formations, how you gonna tell me to repeat it. All my rhymes, every rhyme I ever say is never repeated. That is what makes me the Zee and that is a title. I do not repeat anything and I never write it down.”
• “Ikonoklast is when you are a symbol destroyer. Turning words around and saying them backwards and doing rhymes to them, most people don’t know that a rhyme is just like a song. The only difference is in the song you use your voice in a pretty way and with rhyme you just say it, you talk it, you may give a little technology to it, a little saying to it, a little echo to it. Everything is a remanipulation, ain’t nothing created. Everything is taken from here, taken from there, ideas sprayed, skipped, dipped, dyed, you know, it’s all been redone. We shorten the word, we take the letters away from the word, and we just bust it down..."
• dispersal/diffusion -- products concentrated and then disseminated, from one staging area to the next
• Why this insistence on getting it right? ...something something mimesis something something...
• in my estimation, they go outwards, water in the ash tray, 5 minutes
• I love Lisa Robertson -- if you are ever reading this Lisa, thank you for your work. Following excerpts are from "The Men":
• This is where I speak from the juicy mouth of a man or boy devotedly saying I am, I am, and it is a song. This is where I tear the cloth. This is where the word falls out in the form of a dog, a black dog, a dog that seems to speak, and what the dog says is poverty is sap. So I lick it up sweetly. Now what do they want. What's sucked is hydromel and I lick them as they smoke and these are syllables these are last things plunging and my brain adores the form of the world with a decorous amplitude. This is poverty and it's as false as the poem.
• If in the warm day each thing expanded to the form of its word, if weather were poverty and I Laura never died, if I Hazel never wept, if I understood the sentences in the form of the world, if all the falsity remained internal to beauty, my juicy mouth would want to say just these things as the trees opened and to them. Entirely synthetically I speak in air with their choice of good words. Some things result from thought and yet they are not contingent. I refer to the idea of Spring and I refer to poverty. Humanly they are architectures especially in the evening light. They have undone us and they are not aesthetical. We have thought them before Laura ever died, undertaking to fill the boats. I have called it The Men, passing the vanished barbershops, and the cabs empty, and the soiled caps cast on the street, my coins in my hard fist reading Truth. Nostalgia isn't cognition. As much falsity as I can use, I carry. The men shimmer.
• called N yesterday and he said Trader Joe's is for girls and Aldi is for boys