23 March 2007

Lint fills a window

But do you have Lint in your pocket?

The purpose of clothing is to provide bases for pockets.

POSTSCRIPT: In case I didn't make things perfectly clear above (and few could accuse me of clarity) what I am saying now and should have already said is: This Lint belongs in a pocket — yours! (and if you don't have a pocket, then you need emancipation). This Lint will make your synapses snap, because this Lint is created not by the churning of your belly button or the secret machinations in a pocket's corners, but by Steve Aylett, who will churn your mind.

3 comments:

AliceB said...

Yay! You're back!

My pockets constantly gather lint, which I discover after I do laundry when it clumps in corners making a felt-like wad--or is that created by something else?

Alice

P.S. Now I don't have contmeplate Medlar-Comfit-photograph withdrawal. That would have been awful.

Aliceb said...

P.P.S. Of course certain kinds of Lint do get removed before they enter the washing machine.

anna tambour said...

Alice, your 'yay' is lovely, but I don't know if I'm back as much as wafting, miasmic. Those wads you mention are created by two international -hoods of mixed-media sculptors. There was one once, but when front-loaders were invented, the Worshipful Guild split, and then split again. The intrigues amongst the rival groups have never been covered in the 'trad press' as the NY Times and such is called today, but Pravda might have alluded to it once. Notice, Alice, that sometimes the wads are pink? Delicacy and good taste preclude me from elaborating, but there are spins within spins . . .

And as for THIS Lint, I am a great advocate of keeping this particular Lint out of water.

As for the photos, I cursed them two days ago when I stated offhand (isn't that the Clarion of Impending Doom?)how this camera was the only consumer item of recent years that I thoroughly enjoyed and that was totally reliable. Two hours later it made blue out of brown, and turned a portrait and film of a magnificent sepia-coloured termite nest, to a mountain of dishcloth-grey, jailhouse porridge. "The CCD", I was told. Just over a year old. Possibly $460 to fix . . .

I restrain myself from writing about things like this, but this is too tempting. Millions of people are relying on the profits of companies that make these things, for their retirement. This means that these things must be pieces of ..., so that we need to constantly buy new ones, and that goes for basic consumer appliances like fridges and washing machines. If we depended on the market for our brains (be it baby model XP3 Basic or Pro), we as babes would never make it to the stage of goo-gooing, but those pension funds would look solid and dependable as a 1937 Rolleiflex, as parent-lifestyle folks would just have to keep buying new model after 'upgraded' new model.