Most of the really important things I do—the beautiful things—happen in the interstitial moments between hard-scheduled events. I keep my calendar full in a way to increase those probabilities.

Two thirds of every day, two thirds of my life, I’ve held apple products. I’ve touched that design more than I’ve touched all humans.

What dull worlds we’ve turned down. Waking up each day knowing something even better was on the way. Another pack of film to be exposed.

Modeling languages to speak our dreams. The dreams of us, of waves and the majesty of california light. Shaping colors into notes. Enmeshed and becoming more so.

The title of a book, “How we became post-human” echoes now as: which post-humans we became.

JUSTICE GINSBURG: All this rides on accepting your argument that zero is a limited time.

MR. FALZONE: No. Not on the First Amendment side. Not at all. No. No. No. No.

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Something in my brain broke in the past year and I can’t see typos anymore. It worries me and I delete more tweets than can be counted. It’s not the words that disappear, but for so long I could find a misplaced comma in a textbook and now that sensation of spotting has diminished. Odd to be an editor now and not a line-reader. Larger screen, daily glasses, yes. But also the shame of so often mis-speaking in public; seeing only the mistakes and not the intended thought.

The entertainment industry refines and multiplies the varieties of reactive behavior among the masses. In this way, it makes them ripe for the workings of advertising. The link between this industry and the world exhibitions is thus well established.” [G16.7]

Walter Benjamin “the Arcades Project” Harvard p. 201

Last night I dreamt a few things. I dreamt I read “Arcades” and I dreamt of a notebook with another notebook in it and the thing was called “Foresight.” I dreamt of an up-scrolling blog (because aren’t these anecdotes running the wrong way) and then that got one-upped. I dreamt I was in love, and dreamt that was enough. I dreamt I got over not writing and I dreamt of other things. Did you dream last night, or did you sleep like a lamb and spend the day making, instead?