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Damian Ortega’s "Controller of the Universe", 2007, is a disassembled assembly. The artist constructs by creating spatial, formal, and conceptual relations between components. Authorship in this sense is predicated less on unique origination, than on the organization and manipulation of elements.

I'm going to be leaving town for a bit and won't be posting here in the meantime, which presents a good opportunity to link to a creative project (as if there were ever a bad time).

I’m looking at a cheap plastic flower pot with a pastel flower print that contains a roll of plastic bags that once went with a paper shredder; a canister of Comet bleach; and two green scouring sponges; and I've yet to realize what I've been looking for is that roll of plastic paper shredder bags.

Pulling a stringy clammy strand of laundry out of the washer with one hand in a claw:

I'm feeling called out because I'm probably thirty years older than that gal and she has noticed we're wearing the same kind of shoes, or I have imagined she has noticed it -- but I *like* these shoes, I next imagine me telling her. (I look it up later and the shoes predate us both by quite a bit.)

POV: Plato’s Republic asks, what is Justice? Plato's Republic answers, Justice is everyone doing their job.

Opinion: rule of law more important than mars colonization. Rule of Law, whatever its use is in the present, is also a precursor of your sci-fi dreams.

Interesting too about Iliad 19 that Agamemnon (although I believe he states this earlier, too) attributes his quarrel with Achilles to his "delusion" (ἄτη, I think) which Achilles accepts as an explanation.

Europe seems so weak now, yet the obvious pivot history seems to be calling for is -- let the U.S. out of NATO, let the Ukraine in, and then dig in.

Weird that a fly should appear in the winter like this. Weird that it should be walking around in an area particularly dense with webs, as if the webs were rocks. Weird that I now find it dead, caught in a different web.

A woman said “hello” to you and a man gave a full on “how are you?” both dogwalkers -- how did you respond? “Hi,” to the woman, “I’m well, yourself?” to the man. (The man was also well.)

Blowing my nose into the paper towel in which I had previously microwaved some breaded veggie burgers; Having the turn signal on for far longer than was necessary. (When I first thought of the turn I was to make, I began to signal — but this was far in advance of the turn.)

Last night I looked at my reflection and thought: that's what I look like. This morning I looked at my reflection and thought: that's what I look like when I need a haircut.

Almost always the situation: when you look up "mandible" to see if it means "maniple" or "maniple" to see if you meant "mandible," you wind up not using either -- a goose chase.

Tribe A thinks Tribe B is self-deceived; Tribe B thinks Tribe A *knows exactly* what it's been doing; and one of them is self-deceived and neither knows quite what it's been doing.

Ace (n): from Latin “as” (unit, one) itself possibly from Greek “eis.” In English it indicated “one” on a die before it did on a playing card. Asked AI: suppose you want to hedge against inflation but don't trust U.S. Gov't debt, what are the options?

Iliad 19: what is up with the talking horses?

A barton is a farmyard, in Old English “place of barley.” “Same as Marathon, ‘place of fennel,'” I’m thinking. This causes me to perform a search for the name of the suffix that indicates a place… and I find the answer is Toponym.

I hear the report of a ricochet from a car bumper, and am alarmed: I have unintentionally kicked a wood-chip or acorn into another’s possession with the same force as if I had intentionally done so.

Someone tried to throw their bright blue dogbag into the ravine out of sight, and it got stuck on a tree branch, out of reach from the footpath, far from the ravine, where it will hang until the branch fails.

I perform a quarter twist, looking backward and up, in an effort to discover the source of an improbable cane-shaped shadow at my feet, attached to nothing. I see regular tree and sky, decide it’s not worth further contortion, and return to my usual front facing posture.

“When I fled the smoke, I fell into the fire”: [this proverb is for] those who flee minor troubles only to fall upon greater ones." Τὸν καπνὸν φεύγων, εἰς τὸ πῦρ ἐνέπεσον: ἐπὶ τῶν τὰ μικρὰ τῶν δεινῶν φευγόντων, καὶ εἰς μείζονα δεινὰ ἐμπιπτόντων. #Diogenianus

Thumb pressed hard behind the nozzle of the toothpaste tube to the point of it actually hurting. A tiny mound of blue substance briefly emerges for smearing, then retreats the moment I remove the pressure.