The King of Nothing to Do

Yet another assortment of images and text with which to distract yourself from the crushing hopelessness of day to day living. Enjoy!

These posts are the result of record-breaking feats of procrastination. You may reach me at luiskatigbak at yahoo dot com.

AMIA, LOUIS C.K., AND RAPE CULTURE

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Louie (Season 4) is the saddest and most brilliant and often most unsettling thing on television right now. Sometimes, it’s even still funny.

Episode 8 — the fifth part of the “Elevator” storyline — ups the sad and unsettling stakes. We all knew that Louie’s friendship/ romance with Amia was going all too well, so disaster was clearly in the offing. But the form it took was unexpected, and quietly devastating, at least for some viewers.

Entirely happy at first with their  time together — despite, or because of, the language gap — Louie is made to feel, by his ex-wife Janet, as well as his neighbor (Amia’s aunt), that he does not have a “real,” serious relationship with Amia because they have not had sex. So the next time they get back from a night out, he forces — over her repeated protests, and unheeded “byes” — the issue.

It’s not exactly rape, maybe, by the strictest definition. But it is very close. Amia is unwilling; Louie is insistent. She gives in. There is no gun to her head and no behavior-altering substance involved, unless you count intermingled affection, pity, and fear as a substance. But it is not happy, entirely-consensual sex. It is “no good,” as Amia tells Louie sadly, the next morning.

I’m writing this because I started to read the online reviews of this episode and I realized that no one else seemed to think it was borderline — much less outright — date rape. Astonishingly, one review even saw the incident as “an unambiguously sweet, mutually supportive, and unself-conscious act of lovemaking.” Others just assumed that “no good” meant that the sex itself went badly — not that it should never have happened in the first place, considering Amia’s repeatedly expressed reluctance. Most do not question the equation of fucking with “getting serious” (and therefore by implication support the notion that Louie’s feelings were invalid or inconsequential because he had not “sealed the deal” — a notion imposed on Louie by others, or society).

"There is real intensity and (dare I say) eroticism happening," another review says of the encounter. The same review acknowledges that “something went wrong,” judging by Amia’s words the next morning, but “the question of what it was […] will, alas, have to wait one more week.”

What went wrong was that one of them, for whatever reason, did not want to have sex, and made this clear, and tried to leave, and the other one, the larger one with anger issues, decided that, for whatever reason, sex was going to happen, no matter what.

Am I over-reading or overreacting? It’s entirely possible. But I harbor great respect for Louis C.K. as a writer and I’m betting he’s fully aware of the implications. I look forward to watching the next episodes, in any case. Trust Louis C.K. to keep challenging your expectations and assumptions.

Will you always remember me?

—What do the children say?
—There’s a thing the children say.
—What do the children say?
—They say: Will you always love me?
—Always.
—Will you always remember me?
—Always.
—Will you remember me a year from now?
—Yes, I will.
—Will you remember me two years from now?
—Yes, I will.
—Will you remember me five years from now?
—Yes, I will.
—Knock knock.
—Who’s there?
—You see?

(“Great Days,” Donald Barthelme)

True Comic Book Writer, Part 3! Once again, this is Alan Moore and Grant Morrison as Rust Cohle and Martin Hart, respectively. Inspired by True Detective Conversations. All of Morrison’s lines are made up, and everything Moore says is an actual quote. Yes, even the ones about Nazis and a sexual holocaust.

Part 2 of True Comic Book Writer! More Moore/Morrison as Cohle/Hart.Inspired by True Detective Conversations and the priceless wisdom to be found in Alan Moore interviews. Once again, everything Moore says here is an actual quote.

So I just realized that Alan Moore in real life talks exactly like Rust Cohle from True Detective. I love True Detective Conversations, so I decided to make my own version, with Grant Morrison as Marty Hart. I made up Morrison’s setups, but all of Moore’s lines are actual quotes.

It’s been a while since I did one of these. :) Here are 15 songs from 2013 with which to greet the new year, from perfect decade-plundering pop to delirious dance, from sad majestic yearning to urgent reality checking. Listen, enjoy, and thank you all for reasons I am too lazy to enumerate.

FOREVER
2014.01
MIX BY LUIS K

01 CHVRCHES - By The Throat
02 Daft Punk - Fragments of Time
03 Haim - Forever
04 Soulcrate Music feat Ross Miller - Nickeled and Dimed
05 Sky Ferreira - 24 Hours
06 Prefab Sprout - Billy
07 Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful
08 Rhye - The Fall
09 Arctic Monkeys - Snap Out Of It
10 Yuna - Falling
11 The Paper Kites - Cold Kind Hand
12 Janelle Monae - What An Experience
13 Pet Shop Boys - Vocal
14 Talib Kweli feat The Underachievers - New Leaders
15 Lorde - A World Alone

http://www.mediafire.com/download/a8blxa8nz90dc3y/2014-01-mix.rar

It’s been a while since I did one of these. :) Here are 15 songs from 2013 with which to greet the new year, from perfect decade-plundering pop to delirious dance, from sad majestic yearning to urgent reality checking. Listen, enjoy, and thank you all for reasons I am too lazy to enumerate.

FOREVER

2014.01

MIX BY LUIS K

01 CHVRCHES - By The Throat

02 Daft Punk - Fragments of Time

03 Haim - Forever

04 Soulcrate Music feat Ross Miller - Nickeled and Dimed

05 Sky Ferreira - 24 Hours

06 Prefab Sprout - Billy

07 Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful

08 Rhye - The Fall

09 Arctic Monkeys - Snap Out Of It

10 Yuna - Falling

11 The Paper Kites - Cold Kind Hand

12 Janelle Monae - What An Experience

13 Pet Shop Boys - Vocal

14 Talib Kweli feat The Underachievers - New Leaders

15 Lorde - A World Alone

http://www.mediafire.com/download/a8blxa8nz90dc3y/2014-01-mix.rar

100daystyleradamsmith:

DAY: 45/100
Paul Auster: “The Mechanics of Mystery: Essays on the Intersection of Cities in Fiction & Fictional Cities”

I really wish this book existed. It doesn’t even have to be by Paul Auster. SOMEBODY WRITE IT!

100daystyleradamsmith:

DAY: 45/100

Paul Auster: “The Mechanics of Mystery: Essays on the Intersection of Cities in Fiction & Fictional Cities”

I really wish this book existed. It doesn’t even have to be by Paul Auster. SOMEBODY WRITE IT!

Why the Cat Hates Water, and Nearly Everything Else

In the beginning, the Cat lived in a swimming pool. He enjoyed splashing around, enjoyed the feeling of the cool, soothing water flowing over his fur.

Then the Man came along. He kicked the Cat out of the pool, and started living there himself instead, lounging in and around the water, day and night. The Cat was pissed off, but stayed away.

Nevertheless, the Man had qualms. “I can see that Cat is going to be trouble,” he said, then sent the Dog to kill him. The Cat slashed the Dog across the nose and the Dog ran back crying. Then the Man sent the Snake after the Cat. The Cat slashed the Snake down its belly and it slithered back, defeated.

This happened every night. Every night, the Man sent the Dog and the Snake to kill the Cat, and every night, they came back half dead and looking like shit.

Finally, the Cat had had enough of this bullshit. He went back to the pool.

"Look, Man," he said, as the Man’s minions cowered in a corner. "What the fuck is wrong with you? First you kick me out of the swimming pool. That sucked. but whatever. And then you send these assholes every night to kill me? What the hell, Man."

The Man was at this point a little high. Actually, he was very high. “I’ll show you why,” he giggled.

He led the Cat to the pool’s drain. “Look, Cat. What do you see?”

The Cat looked. At first it looked just like an ordinary drain. Then it seemed to come alive, to throb and pulsate. With a gasp, the Cat realized it was a throat.

"The drain is a throat, and the swimming pool is the mouth of a buried god," grinned the Man, who was so high by now the Cat could have slashed his flesh and he wouldn’t even have felt it. "It wants to consume me, the Dog, the Snake, this land, everyone and everything — but most of all it wants to consume you, dear Cat. It misses the feel of you in its mouth. It wants to crush you in its terrible jaws."

"You are favored, Cat," the Man went on. "The endless monster below wants you most of all. But I am content to live near and in its power, and take whatever I can for myself. Who knows? Perhaps someday, I will be favored too."

The Cat slashed the Man across his face, and left him lying by the poolside, bleeding and laughing. And that is why to this day, the Cat looks down on Men, and Dogs, and Snakes, and hates the water.

A thought while listening to The Sundays on a Sunday: I’ve always loved music critics’ “Best Of” lists and used them as a starting point for further listening, even during the pre-internet days. (I always followed the major music magazines’ end-of-the-year rankings, and until now, I’ll derive great pleasure from reading through something like “1001 Albums You Must Her Before You Die”).



 But while many of my favorite bands do show up on those lists — XTC, The Blue Nile, The Stone Roses — many more that I love just as much never do (The Sundays, The Spinanes, ebtg). And these aren’t particularly obscure, underground acts, either. But I had to come across them through, well, living: through hearing something played in public, or on a mixtape from a friend, or even just picking something up in a store because the cover was nice and the song titles were promising. Which leads to the question: What am I missing? Especially from the 80s and before, but from the 90s onwards too. TO ANY MUSIC-LOVING PEOPLE WHO MAY BE READING THIS: Please name your absolute favorite artists/albums that never seem to show up on any end-of-the-year or “Best Of” lists anywhere. :)

A thought while listening to The Sundays on a Sunday: I’ve always loved music critics’ “Best Of” lists and used them as a starting point for further listening, even during the pre-internet days. (I always followed the major music magazines’ end-of-the-year rankings, and until now, I’ll derive great pleasure from reading through something like “1001 Albums You Must Her Before You Die”).

But while many of my favorite bands do show up on those lists — XTC, The Blue Nile, The Stone Roses — many more that I love just as much never do (The Sundays, The Spinanes, ebtg). And these aren’t particularly obscure, underground acts, either. But I had to come across them through, well, living: through hearing something played in public, or on a mixtape from a friend, or even just picking something up in a store because the cover was nice and the song titles were promising.

Which leads to the question: What am I missing? Especially from the 80s and before, but from the 90s onwards too.

TO ANY MUSIC-LOVING PEOPLE WHO MAY BE READING THIS: Please name your absolute favorite artists/albums that never seem to show up on any end-of-the-year or “Best Of” lists anywhere. :)
WE OWN THE NIGHTIt’s the new issue of Esquire Philippines! Cover story by Vanni de Sequera with photography by Francisco “Paco” Guerrero!
INSIDE:THE DEFENSE RESTS: The Joker Arroyo Story by Oliver X.A. ReyesOUR BIG SUMMER FUN SECTION! Featuring Lourd de Veyra-on-Ramon Bautita action! Hackers and Hong Kong! Models and Milky Boys! Ex-rock stars and rum! And How to Date Julia Sniegowski.THE WIT AND WISDOM OF CARLOS CELDRANAnd more features by Paolo Manalo, Sasha Martinez, Josh Tolentino, Kevin Yapjoco, Jason dela Cruz, Sarge Lacuesta, as well as new fiction by Yvette Tan

WE OWN THE NIGHT
It’s the new issue of Esquire Philippines! Cover story by Vanni de Sequera with photography by Francisco “Paco” Guerrero!

INSIDE:
THE DEFENSE RESTS: The Joker Arroyo Story by Oliver X.A. Reyes
OUR BIG SUMMER FUN SECTION! Featuring Lourd de Veyra-on-Ramon Bautita action! Hackers and Hong Kong! Models and Milky Boys! Ex-rock stars and rum! And How to Date Julia Sniegowski.
THE WIT AND WISDOM OF CARLOS CELDRAN
And more features by Paolo Manalo, Sasha Martinez, Josh Tolentino, Kevin Yapjoco, Jason dela Cruz, Sarge Lacuesta, as well as new fiction by Yvette Tan