four humans/strangers tell me this past week
they know someone who looks like me. one of my sons used to call me standard face based on my telling him i
would periodically be asked, for example, where the toothpaste was at the
drugstore, as if i had one of those toothpaste-knowledge-whereabouts faces.
naturally, i conclude i’m being cloned
or am one. i feel indifferent about this knowledge. raises those tired
doubts about consciousness.
what makes all this slightly more engaging is
that these reminders of my facial genericism occur as i read that it’s
realistic to expect that by 2050 we’ll be able to have satisfying and
reasonably simulated sex with robots. a clone and robot getting it on. i’ll try
to stay alive until i can see how if at all that sort of fling differs from the
old-fashioned chaos and boredom of presumed flesh with presumed flesh.
janis – freedom’s just another word
for nothing left to lose
janus – nothing left to lose, but
freedom
i’m out of the closet as a vaguely
polygamist celibate aromantic, protesting (with similar vagaries)
amatonormativity –
http://everydayfeminism.com/2016/04/amatonormativity-expectations/
my social housing co-op governance
like an antibiotic – gets rid of the bad stuff (through antibiotic force, here the
law) … but equally the good stuff too; consequently, the entire system – its vitality
– has gradually weakened through a continual barrage on productive bacteria
art, a mode of play, wants to be
played
one
of myriad methods i use is watching movies to alternative audio:
recently i play sfumato (a painterly film about a painter) to the story of moondog followed by evangelista’s boy; then cremaster 2 (bjork's ex's uberstylissimo dandypiece) to esmerine’s dalmak followed by subotnick’s silver apples of the moon
contrapuntalities
emerge, unintentional intentionalities, definitions and meaning as weather, i
chings of art
age gracefully?
i’ll age with the same turmoil,
adrenalin, order, doubt, disdain, acceptance, horror, ecstasy as i’ve always
aged, the body manifesting in gross recurrence without adjectives
sure, call it grace
