Nicholas Cage smoking two cigarettes at the same time.
Vivek Nemana is writing a book on changing tribal identity in modern, Maoist India.
Andhra Pradesh, India
vnemana [at] gmail.com
"The great enemy of clear language is insincerity."
- George Orwell
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."
- Ernest Hemingway
(Not so serious) Hypothesis: Corporations today have assumed the role of both the merchant class and the Church, or the merchant caste and the Brahmins, in medieval society, because they don’t just trade but are also the single biggest influence on culture and social mores, a process through which they’ve become the defacto authority behind the rulers, even the democratically-elected ones.
"The eventual target is a change of regime in Russia itself led by local pro-democracy and pro-European forces that are weak for the moment, but are being bolstered by the West by various forms of engagement and exaggerated media projection.
The systematic vilification of Putin personally should be understood in this context.
His strong leadership is seen as standing in the way of the change that the US and the EU would like to see happen in Russia, one that will allow them to exercise control over its politics and economics from within.
The democracy and market economy ploy is handy for bringing about regime change today in the Ukraine and tomorrow in Russia itself.”
Jaipal Singh, speaking at the Constituent Assembly of 1949, at which the members contended that tribal self-rule would lead to chaos: “One was the power solution, the other was the knowledge solution. The vehement language of some of our Members inclines towards power solutions. They want to force the tribal people of Assam to do things against their wishes and expressed will. I suggest that is no solution at all. If you do that you are certainly going to bring about what you fear. You are not going to obviate, but you are going to bring about a further disintegration of India.”
You know how really addicted smokers reach mechanically for their cigarettes as soon as they wake up? These days I am mechanically reaching for my phone and logging onto twitter. It’s 6:30 in the morning. I’ve already tweeted thrice.
"You can think of these booms as half the history of the city: the other half is catastrophe, earthquake, fire, economic bust, deindustrialisation and the scourge of Aids. And maybe you can think of them as the same thing: upheavals that have remade the city again and again. Though something was constant, the sense of the city as separate from the rest of the country, a sanctuary for nonconformists, exiles, war resisters, sex rebels, eccentrics, environmentalists and experimentalists in the arts and sciences, in food, agriculture, law, architecture and social organisation. The city somehow remained hospitable to those on the margins throughout its many incarnations, until now."
— DFW, The Pale King
— Moustafa Bayoumi (via ews-room)
Pat Shewchuk and Marek Colek
I WAS BORN A FULL GROWN MAN, COMPETENT AND CAPABLE IN EVERY FACET OF LIFE, DRESSED IN REASONABLY PRICED BUSINESS ATTIRE, MY POCKETS FILLED WITH CAR KEYS, CREDIT CARDS, A CELLULAR PHONE - ALL READY AND WAITING TO BE USED IN A LIFE THAT HAD BEEN PREPARED FOR ME BY SOME UNKNOWN FORCE. IT WAS THE YEAR 1604, AND I EMERGED FACE DOWN ONTO A DAMP FOREST FLOOR, 6 FOOT 3 INCHES OF GLISTENING CAUCASIAN MALE, ALIEN SON TO A BEWILDERED, EXHAUSTED JAPANESE FARM HAND WHO HAD ESCAPED THE PRYING EYES OF THE VILLAGE TO BRING FORTH ME, THE ULTIMATE BASTARD. SHE DIED THERE, BUT I STRODE OFF INTO A NEW AND COLOURFUL HUMAN FUTURE AND HAVE CARRIED HER IN MY HEART EVER SINCE.