I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ALL LIFE ENDING BUT MY HEART IS BROKEN F0ReVER
Or, Might Quit School and Start A Substack.
Not really getting anywhere beyond in the form of 5 Pac-Man clones? lol i dont give a shit their life had to be over to write what i write lol
The Real (as opposed to the possible) gray Phong shader flowing over default face geometry and the primal-object-money-shot at the intersection of signified ‘cash’ at the drop haus happened last week in the form of two global signs : :
The Cold Front/‘rolling blackouts’ forced the Content House out into the open in Texas.
The CryptoArt sector came face to face with its own eco-costs, like a test dummy hitting an invisible Zeigarnik effect/wall in an underground car park.
Texas, now, um, Homeric mythological home for the artistic autistic [missing link] elite, taking over for the moment from New York and LA, experienced the Big freeze. Roving power losses meant content should not be posted even at the Content Hour. This affected #ourbrilliantmutualfrens, which is to say fellow analysands in dms. The politics of post-T***pocence friendship in the Content House means that dms are still open ALL HOURS and often where it’s at. And the frens of frens arE having icebound levitations:
Faced by the multilateral ICE, school and learning get hypED-lopped and superfluous and less mysterious, as Tucker says in the classic ‘The trouble with America’s class system’ monologue, or ‘Tucker Investigates: How did Chris Cuomo get into Yale?’. When content is threatened, the Content House is revealed as the real wild axis of the world, schooling itself out on the verge. Substack, a mere company, takes on a negative glamour.
As de Man puts it,
Anthropomorphism freezes the infinite chain of tropological transformations and propositions into one single assertion or essence which, as such, excludes all others. It is no longer a proposition but a proper name . . .
At exactly the same time in the world’s Content House, what froze over and out was (point two) the denihilism and submerged eco-costs of the NFT antechamber. In this antechamber, which seems to take itself for the Thing itself, ExtinCtion became the Number #1 Post-Art Concept of the ‘Sunk Costs’ Real.
You can watch how this happens in various threads, for example see my other drop (no link): basically, the eco-conscious debutant will wander into a chic death trap of the NFT post art analyst having already made their conceptual investments, so who cares—a priorio sp periodt. The top is w/ Doubt always the one who can accrue the most post-rare moment sp to kill the world. It doesn’t really matter that that isn’t an exaggeration.
In both cases, you’re dealing with the Real of what my own research is calling the Ubilapse. But what da vroz are saying in the Content House Ubilapse brain-space is precisely the redundancy of this type of phrase, ‘what my own research is calling’. Such words are fast becoming ontologically woahbegone. Content wasn’t quite needed.
Daniel Keller and Matt Dryhurt going to great lengths on the ‘NFTs for n00bs’ 11 Feb 2021 edition of Interdependence podcast to dodge the acid-tipped bullet of the conflict between crypto promises and planetary finitude was in itself something of a #superrare find. Keller’s response to Dryhurt’s question about what the longer title of the podcast calls ‘energy dramas’ was ddnsdsdn,snn,smns,n,s,s in its denihilistic energies as to be a sign that all is not well—and in fact, can now never be well—in the purely speculative post-art scene.
In the Content House for quirked up autists, NFTs obviously won’t get past the Big Freeze. Why should CryptoArt be any exception at all to the generalizable finitude of inscription in all aesthetics, post- and otherwise?
..No matter how one liquidates the art object and relies on the emergence of ETH2, the conflict with niche finality remains and shows up the near-future limit on Crypto progressivism.
The crucial text here is Memo Atken’s ‘The Unreasonable Ecological Cost of #CryptoArt (Part 1)’, posted on Medium on 14 December 2020, and just added to by Joanie Lemercier’s ‘The problem of CryptoArt’, ETC. If anything, the ecology of NFT post-art is a fascinating and highly sophisticated example of ubilapse. To recall the locus classicus passage from Cohen, the quirked up lesion:
There is something stunning about the fact that the greatest sophistication in tracking contemporary teletechnologies coincides with a relapse simultaneously into the most precritical positions of asserted or affirmed immediacy, presence, body, lived experience.
Old money, new wallets? However we spin out interest in the protocol itself, the technology of relapse remains super-grained into the modalities of inscription, the big freeze of the anthropomorphist hum.
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Between the relapsers and their very unlimited hangout with no admin reveal at all and the angelicist high clones high on the imaginary number of the extinction drive I can’t tell the difference, but they do call this fun. Species pitfall/downfall/ubiquitous relapse. The x-point where the greatest technical sophistication coincides, in granular terms, with the largest quanta of relapse, is iciness itself—as calculated for a genealogical passover that now won’t take place. Just that is the big freeze of the ubilapse. Cohen:
It turns out that the impulse of relapse is infinitely inventive, like metaphysics itself (which we now know never existed as such, but which was only perpetually invented as the effect of this hermeneutic relapse itself). The theotropic strain dies hard.
Joke: is the Content House an abstract form of Clubhouse? Post-austeric. Waht.
Proust loved what Freud hated: the telephone.
Peace out.
go back to school lol
Dude chill on that