The children are away dreaming, but the Empire has no place for dreams and it's Adults Only in here tonight...
-Thomas Pynchon. Gravity's Rainbow. page 135.
And yet. the Esurient America Maw is large & desperate. these are sad times. very sad. i stand by that. as Mr. Lif once said, "You're a dead man fucking with American dough..." the Esurient America Maw needs to feed, its huge white belly needs to be pampered w/ "buffet Chinese food" & cheapwaterybeer. change is all well and good. fine: BUTWHATHAVEYOUDONEFORME LATELY?
Remembering mindlessly optimistic naive times past, the mere thought of boredomseemed counterintuitively heretical. but now? boredomseems almost like a welcomed sanctuary. yes. a sanctuary. & not the suburbanboredombliss of Updike & Cheever (i had no IDEA Cheever was gay...) becuz at least those guys had Johnnie Walker & the cheapthrillseekingrush of dangerous liaisoned extramartial interstices. but no. no sir. it is the grownandsexxxy sublime boredom of a limp cock, classical music and "adult sanity." & other things. common things. the boredom of small things. a holy grail quest for new stimuli seems almost counterproductive and unnecessary. vaginal rejuvenation seems almost absurb: my brain is like a worn-out whore past itself prime. i "need" only chocolate ice-cream & Cafe Bustelo--
But yeah. Black Moth Super Rainbow. WTF? How did i sleep on this? & they have been around for a while now??? it makes me kind of mad i did not know about them before. like 5 years ago.
Perhaps. Maybe. I am. Possessed of a chaotic mind that moves from one obsession to the next... Here are five design-related blods & bacon boards i enjoyed in February: