DADAIST OF THE DAY (Rather, most overlooked dadaist) Otto Freundlich, 1878-1943 Otto was first a student of art history under Wolfflin, then a figurative, then an abstract sculptor; he studied in Berlin, Munich, Florence, and Paris, where he was associated with the Cubists around 1909. From 1914 to 1924 he lived in Cologne and retained...
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Stolichnaya Vodka on my desk on a Monday morning
A tiny bottle of Russian vodka. I like little bottles, they look so nice and dignified. Especially coloured ones. It’s beside my PC. It looks satisfied there. Saturday night halfway through a game of Pictionary at Gari’s annual CAM party, I heard a sophomore say, “Print is dead.” If print is dead, then why did...
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Helpful Elevators
Excerpt from The Restaurant at the End of the Universe: “Yeah, yeah,” said Zaphod as the elevator doors opened. “Hello,” said the elevator sweetly, “I am to be your elevator for this trip to the floor of your choice. I have been designed by the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation to take you, the visitor, into these...
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Learning to breathe underwater
Under the shower at five in the morning to ease my worries and soothe my nerves. Running water is the solution to all our problems, and soap will be declared “the new tears”. Tears have a chemical compound that can be fatal in high doses. Merely releasing this poison is a means of survival. I...
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Free Coupons, Discounts, and Philosophy in the Streets
This morning, in all his orange glory, I saw Jollibee the mascot. He was standing on the sidewalk intersecting Makati Avenue and Paseo de Roxas. Jollibee, the icon of Philippine fastfood consumerism and nonbiodegradable food containers, pranced around in all his (her?) glorious, 6.5-foot tall bee-body. If you haven’t gotten it yet, Jollibee is supposed...
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The Raptuous Operatic Singer’s Aria
I’ve found myself dreaming like a raptuous operatic singer. At night, I take sleeping pills and my dreams give me the feeling of Unreal Unreality, since I’ve been so used to dreaming with my eyes wide open. Now, I’m like Alice in Wonderland, thru the looking glass, meeting magical visionaries with visions so baffling. I’ve...
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A Very Long Story About Necklaces and Rain
The common expression goes: “I got off the wrong side of the bed.” I’ve never found any truth to this because my bed is against the wall, and there is only one side from which I can emerge from. That morning it rang true, though, for a non-believer. And spilling juice on the newspaper (and...
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Pushed back to square
In 1965, during the first American space walk, astronaut Edward White lost his glove. This glove gloried in the fact of it becoming one of the first pieces of space litter, orbiting the earth at a speed of 28,000 kmph (I’d like a glove as well-traveled as that!). Today, there are around 110,000 objects floating...
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Tachibana, Subpoena
It is a pleasure When, in a book which by chance I am perusing. I come upon a character Who is exactly like me. -Tachibana Akemi
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The story is that Boom found the pigeon
Version 1.0 | Hands. My grandmother passed away when I was eleven. I don’t remember much about her, except that during her dying days, she spent it at home so my father could take care of her. I remember her hair, very long and white, strands that almost looked as if they would crack under...
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