マイロ

[björk @bjork]

hyperballad cover by jacob collier
https://t.co/xKAMKHpwFZ

[マイロ @MilesFromYou]

How changing the metaphors we use can change the way we think | Aeon Essays https://t.co/mFMiZyJc7T

[TITAN @TemooTitan]

Swan was stuck in a fence

[マイロ @MilesFromYou]

Books and looks: gen Z is ‘rediscovering’ the public library | Libraries | The Guardian https://t.co/y5pvGn8MBJ

[The Cultural Tutor @culturaltutor]

14 of the world's greatest religious buildings:

[Dr. Hunter S. Thompson @GonzoVice]

Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .

And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

[matdryhurst @matdryhurst]

This is a clarifying perspective to share with young artists (@la_meme_young )

Urban bohemianism is a 20th century legacy myth.

Could argue many culture industries are now too, myths only kept afloat by appreciating assets from last century.

https://t.co/RXLusnmkBT

[マイロ @MilesFromYou]

@keinobjekt It really is, just when you thought it couldn’t get any more bonkers. It’s a fan fiction but approved as canon by Cixin Liu:

https://t.co/7Hpyg5U8b3

[マイロ @MilesFromYou]

@historyinmemes What’s the hammer made of? 🔨😮

[Historic Vids @historyinmemes]

A Swiss family of acrobats in Paris, 1896

[マイロ @MilesFromYou]

On nonconformism, or why we need to be seen and not herded | Aeon Essays https://t.co/HFFtB49M8m

[Historic Vids @historyinmemes]

A young boy, who had just stolen his father's car and crashed it, takes one last puff of his cigarette before facing the consequences, 1974.

[KA4U @KA4UUUU]

今週金はDaphniaで ishinokoプレゼンツ、USフィラデルフィアのestoc japan tour大阪編で DJ。ultrademonも加わりどんな一夜になるのか、師走のブラックボックスナイト

ishinoko club night
12月9日(金)22:00-
DOOR ¥2000
@ClubDaphnia

estoc (from US)
ultrademon
KA4U
ランプ
DJ Lawson (ishinoko)

[Hodge @Hodgebristol]

Couple of guys came up to me when I was playing last night to ask what the number behind the decks was ( dB meter ) and I told them it was the DJ score 😂

[マイロ @MilesFromYou]

Quite jokes to learn that the Japanese translation of “violent” is “ranbou” (乱暴)

[マイロ @MilesFromYou]

Getting excited about life again.