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the older I get the more I think the less I know the better
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An American in Prague (1997) // dir. George Duroy
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Lovers transis, illegitimate lovers, teenagers rock fans, future soldiers, tattooed women who were unveiled for the first time … From 1950 to 1980, most of the inhabitants of the Kabyle village of Ain Beida, Algeria, posed in front of the photographer Lazhar Mansouri’s objective in the makeshift studio he had set up in the back of a stall. This treasure of involuntary ethnology is now revealed to us by the Swiss photographer and collector Armand Deriaz, for an exhibition in Mayenne.
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At the end of 2022, I couldn’t get Sisyphus out of my head. I kept saying to myself “I can’t believe I just got that rock to the top of the hill, and now I have to roll it up all over again.” When I first saw Duplass’s talk, I found it profoundly depressing. “You mean this will never end?” I thought. “I’m just rolling my rock forever?” For some reason, at the start of 2024 I find it incredibly inspiring. “The cavalry is not coming,” I say to myself, “so it’s time to start rolling my rock up the hill again. I can’t wait. Rolling my rock is what I do.”
https://joznorris.substack.com/p/tape-129-action-creates-action
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Uzbekistan By Hassan Kurbanbaev
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“Killer Vacation”
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Oh God, make it easy for us to strive in the paths of life, and remove the goal from us
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These days, I hear the question “What have you been up to?” and I react with a sort of primal horror as I sift through the days of my life trying to find anything of substance. At ACMS this week, my glasses fell off my head and landed right in my hand and I said it was one of the most exciting things that had happened to me all year, and it got a laugh but it didn’t feel like a joke at the time. At the start of the year, one of the best things that happened to me was that I bought a carpet brush. Now every day, before I go to bed, I stand sentinel-like in my living room and I slowly rake my beautiful brush over my carpet, a master of the art of Zen, then I pick up all the accumulated dust and hair with my bare hands and put it all in the bin, and it makes me feel incredibly happy. But you can’t say this to people when they ask you how you are. You can’t say “I’m great, I’ve been brushing my dust into the bin.”.
In these moments of doubt and indecision, when people ask me how I’ve been and all I can think about is my amazing brush, I feel like reassuring them. I feel like grabbing them by the shoulders and shaking them and staring deep into their eyes and saying “I’ve done absolutely fuck all, but I’ve had an absolutely amazing time. You have got to come round sometime and see my brush.”
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