Chad "Curly" Hall
@chadhall
reckless, undisciplined researcher
casual cultural critic
app experiencer
one foot in the weird
@chadhall
reckless, undisciplined researcher
casual cultural critic
app experiencer
one foot in the weird
I love the way Kym Petrie describes getting into the creative space to restore a house. She describes it as “being there, lost in that space.” That triggers something for me. I do the same thing in places. It’s like your letting your mind view it’s past and maybe even its future. What was it like to live there? Can you feel that snapshot of time?
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... See moreI like the term “rescuing homes.” It’s an acknowledgment of what is already there instead of demolishing and replacing. The character of streets and towns is important to me. (Which is exactly what the neighbor says later in the episode, people tear down a house, stock two new houses there, and you lose character.)
re: "In with the Old" In the Heart
... See moreCould Sublime be used as a primary notes app? Could it replaced the need for something else?
I don’t think Sublime allows you to link to other notes
Someone needs to create a platform for journalists on the blockchain.
As I'm watching the Danny Casolaro doc on Netflix this seem necessary.
This platform would function as a lockbox for backups of all a journalists research. It cannot be erased, it cannot be censored, it cannot be altered. If something happens to that journalist, the platform would
... See moreWith idea, sound, or gesture, the duende enjoys fighting the creator on the very rim of the well. Angel and muse escape with violin, meter, and compass; the duende wounds. In the healing of that wound, which never closes, lie the strange, invented qualities of a man's work.
This was the case of Eleonora Duse, possessed by duende, who looked for plays that had failed so she could make them triumph thanks to her own inventions…
This reminds me of Kathy Acker stealing passages and making them her own.
The muse and angel come from outside us: the angel gives lights, and the muse gives forms (Hesiod learned from her). Loaf of gold or tunic fold: the poet receives forms in his grove of laurel. But one must awaken the duende in the remotest mansions of the blood.