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(not that it's over yet...)

On the Purgatorial Banal in Lost: From Sawyer's Shoulders to Locke's Boxes and Beyond

The Dissemination of Embodied Ontologies: Is Your Mother A Nun?

What is Cool: Practice as Research, a Dialectical Approach

E-piss-tem-ology: The Thematic Patterns and Know-how of Internet Humour

The New Freud: Traumas of the Child of the Eighties
(Includes an Appendix)
(Some entries are: fitil, chap-stick, vatka, duran duran, portakal/turuncu)

Me: Me and me and me

Sleeping Patterns of Cats and Squirrels: A Comparative Study

Derrida/Deleuze/Foucault/Lacan: Locating the Ethical Everywhere and Anywhere

bir daha

life on mars

nerde benim bisikletim?

brand new key

i dreamt of you last night

apparently you live close to me--next to my house in fact--and you have been downloading music from my computer, and you say it is like i am there with you--yes that is where i eat and sleep--and i need to go somewhere, there are lots of clothes and i pick a skirt (kinda tacky white with black buttons down the front, a-line with tight waist and black flowery pattern) and oh dear i am wearing winter clothes stockings wooly and i need to take them off and i put on the skirt cause i am coming swimming.

and what is actually most touching is that i do know where you are--unlike clouseau. and that is no swimming matter, it must be very cold.

and i know your toes and your tummy.

ayrıca

günün anlam ve ehemmiyeti adına bir güfte de lazım:

aşka yürek gerek anlasana
bin defa yanıyorum ama gitmeliyim
yaranı sarıp acını dindiremem
bak bana ben acının ta kendisiyim

lafı aslında değil mi eternal sunshine'da kızın söylediğinin birebir aynısı hani neredeyse? bilenlere sorarım, mustafa sandal'a karşı olanlara da sözüm ya sev ya terket olacaktır, hep.

yassu ligo ligo. (sto banio?)

taşlaşmak üstüne

i might see the army of stone tomorrow--self-recognition
or sing, a winter's day in a deep and dark december--self-deprecation
or stay with the image and repeat the word--self-pity

instead something happens to remind me--stone or not--identity is relational, organic, manifold.
çok şükür.

this is how the world will be

everywhere I go it rains on me

here's to:

the cats who think they are tigers who think they are hamlet.

and the lollipops who think they are roses who think they are thoughts.

and the fools who think they are princesses who think they are loose women.

I could go on...

I'd like Thrasymacus to pursue this question.

why do we recognise people by their faces?

why do we have pictures of our faces on ids?

and not:

or: