c3 s.e.
I’ve apparently been somewhat obsessed with Cartrographic meanderings; this is the graphic result of a merger between my two hyperbolic institutional projects. And since everyone knows that image is everything, the existence of images to market these enterprises is sufficient for the success and reality of each institution and the hybrid conglomeration alluded to here. Download and proudly display your allegiance ...
Cartographers for Social Equality
The world is full of remarkable groups set on propagating “the most important thing,” or the “thing that has been most neglected,” or indeed: “the thing that is most ludicrous.” But the extraordinary action group of lobbyists known as The Cartographers for Social Equality do not seem to immediately fit into any category (well, maybe they do…). Perhaps, say you, the supposition that Cartographers are at all connected to Social Equality is completely inane and that Tim (I, me, the author) is merely waxing ridiculously about in regard to some peculiar episode of that one television show (The West Wing). Ah, but you do me injustice… If you actually spend the time to think about it (after all, you are reading this post)...
Guffaw
Lysander: This lion is a very fox for his valour.Theseus: True; and a goose for his discretion. - Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Laughter is a powerful thing. In the midst of death and despair, laughter may exist, may brighten eyes and lighten hearts before the critical moment of dramatic mortality. The “first string” critics of the world tell us about how Comedy works, its U-shaped plot*, and the inevitable “tragic threat.” And it is here, at the bottom of the U, at the nefarious edge of calamity, at the very tragic threat, that the redeeming power of laughter squints its eyes and roars with merriment–it asks “for a muffin,”** it says “paramour” instead of “paragon,” it tips the...
fine & dandy
I haven’t posted in what seems a great while; terribly sorry to be sure. I’ve been meaning to describe a remarkable personage to you for several days. I encountered this unique figure on Saturday morning at about half past eight. I was standing awkwardly in the crowded hallway of an Ohio State chemical laboratory waiting nervously to be admitted to the LSAT prison chambers, when I heard a voice begin to give instructions about lining up for entrance to our room. Glancing down the hallway, I beheld the following singular gentleman. He was probably just under 5 feet tall, and he couldn’t have been younger than 70, though his voice was still energetic. On first appearance, his most striking characteristic was his apparel. A worn, but well-kept, grey...
Da Sein
Everything is different. I drove through wafting blankets of fog at normal speed today; headlights illumining ambient pathways and my broken windshield wiper blades creaking and scraping in time to my thoughts. Life happens in the Nexus; and the beauty of dangerous poignancy ought never to be avoided.