Is this damn blog still up and online? Does anyone ever post on this damn thing anymore? What’s up with the crappy black-and-white photos uploaded at random? Did the cute but considerably older and insanely pretentious guy who used to maintain this site die? Is that why he’s no longer a contributing member of the blogosphere? Did he run off to Mexico? Or move to a cave?

These are the questions I assume my faithful and loyal readers have been asking themselves lately. In all of the years since I’ve been posting here, I’ve never been so disconnected from my blog and simply at a loss as to what to do.

My own response: fear no more! Or perhaps: fear no less. Despite the fact that I nevertheless remain disconnected, I remain willfully aware that something must be done.

I’ve been reading Jalal Toufic lately in preparation for my meeting with Walid Raad tomorrow. I like how Toufic articulates the necessity of resurrection after and in response to the surpassing disaster. Otherwise, tradition becomes mere zombie-like simulacrum. These excerpts make me want to sit down and reread Blanchot’s The Writing of the Disaster again and again. And to crack open some Deleuze and Guattari as well as Baudrillard.

In my own response to the apathy and ennui of my current situation(s), I’ll effect a resurrection to rival Jesus’. At the very least, I’ll attempt to be more disciplined about posting on my most precious blog. Tomorrow promises to be another day.

Is this damn blog still up and online? Does anyone ever post on this damn thing anymore? What’s up with the crappy black-and-white photos uploaded at random? Did the cute but considerably older and insanely pretentious guy who used to maintain this site die? Is that why he’s no longer a contributing member of the blogosphere? Did he run off to Mexico? Or move to a cave?

These are the questions I assume my faithful and loyal readers have been asking themselves lately. In all of the years since I’ve been posting here, I’ve never been so disconnected from my blog and simply at a loss as to what to do.

My own response: fear no more! Or perhaps: fear no less. Despite the fact that I nevertheless remain disconnected, I remain willfully aware that something must be done.

I’ve been reading Jalal Toufic lately in preparation for my meeting with Walid Raad tomorrow. I like how Toufic articulates the necessity of resurrection after and in response to the surpassing disaster. Otherwise, tradition becomes mere zombie-like simulacrum. These excerpts make me want to sit down and reread Blanchot’s The Writing of the Disaster again and again. And to crack open some Deleuze and Guattari as well as Baudrillard.

In my own response to the apathy and ennui of my current situation(s), I’ll effect a resurrection to rival Jesus’. At the very least, I’ll attempt to be more disciplined about posting on my most precious blog. Tomorrow promises to be another day.