and now, because real-live human event happenings are saying these things in my real, live human life … contexts in which the word “curate” should never be used:
- conversation (“how can we curate a conversation that addresses that dialectic in practice?”)
- publications (“journal / magazine / quarterly curated by…” no, no, wait! there’s a word for it. it starts with an “e”. edible? edict? huh.)
- social media (q: “aren’t we kind of curating an identity through facebook?”) (a: no.)
- any extension of your person (“i’d like to, but i need to curate my fingernails.”)
- …or clothing (in fact, any aspect of your personal appearance is off limits. sorry.)
- other stuff (just … if you’re not sure, use another word. preeze?)
i have a bunch of photos to put up, but clearly i’d rather be complaining about weird, faux-intellectual bastardizations of english. no, but really, i’ll put them up soon.
apparently some things are so patently clear, so spectacularly articulated through invisible means as to make them a kind of atmospheric medium which is constantly, unconsciously drunk.
good to know i’m not the only one who makes no sense.
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three names you should probably know: lost lander, tan vampires, and papertwin. these three bands played a spectacular show at the (well-hidden, dimly-lit) cameo gallery in williamsburg on saturday night, one which i was fortunate enough to catch. papertwin opened with a characteristic blast of synth-driven noisepop, followed by tan vampires, a band unusually well-endowed in the realms of hook-writing, beards, and vocal performance. last but not least was lost lander, a spaced-out pop adventure from the nudie-bar wilds of portland who carried the venue with the unbearably catchy “cold feet” from their new-ish LP “DRRT”. photos (including after-show group shot with tan vampires) below:
in other news, additions have been periodically made to liminal since i last mentioned it. not sure where i left off exactly, but this probably include the financial district, fort greene, and red hook. chekkit out!
