Thursday, September 22, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
I just finished reading L’innommable,
a novel by Samuel Beckett. The text
pokes holes in what one might be likely to assume about everyday life.
For example, the paradox of listening to silence, if you could hear silence,
it wouldn’t be silence. Silence can’t be heard. Another major theme is the
paradox of trying to locate a consciousness, narrator, character or group of
characters responsible for or related to the voices or murmurs that break the
silence of someone in the dark.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Maybe its the fridge. No, the fridge keeps the chicken legs cool, as you can see above. Then someone suggested: let them eat cookies.