"As Hegel was already well aware, there is something violent in the very symbolisation of a thing, which equals its mortification. This violence operates at multiple levels. Language simplifies the designated thing, reducing it to a single feature. It dismembers the thing, destroying its organic unity, treating its parts and properties as autonomous. It inserts the thing into a field of meaning which is ultimately external to it." ~Zizek
"The original is not imitated or reproduced but 'put in motion, de-canonized, questioned in a way which undoes its claim to canonical authority.' . . . . All these acts of dismantling and transporting, de Man elaborates, 'kill the original, by discovering that the original was already dead. . . . [T]hey bring to light a dismembrance, a de-canonization which was already there in the original from the beginning . . . .' . . . . Trope and meaning cannot coincide or be adequate to each other; and Benjamin demonstrates this 'by displacing them in such a way as to put the original in motion, to de-canonize the original, giving it a movement which is a movement of disintegration, of fragmentation.' The movement of the original is like a permanent exile except there is no homeland . . . ." ~San Juan
Puppy, move over! You're grabbing all the blanket away! Stay close since we're cold together, okay?!
Perfection is a corollary of love; that is, when you love someone, either through sheer surprise beyond your expectations, or through a rational decision to develop an attraction into a stronger connection, your object of attention becomes the sole standard of beauty to measure everything else.
Suddenly, the sewers smell like fragrant blood drained from a holocaust of chamomile tea. Because he loved sipping chamomile tea, at times Earl Grey or cold cider, in the morning, proofreading your manuscripts.
Suddenly, daylight becomes an enemy for he loved forming coffeeblack circles over your papers, under his eyes.
He never sleeps for the sky needs to see the night bared in matted lashes framing your portrait inside.
I write and play and scream music. I gather and visualize data from complex dynamic/adaptive systems, most recently of online social networks to yield further emergent properties of the Yggdrasil.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small. I was born with a prepubescent girl's limbs and torso that make my head look disproportionately large and with my face on it I look more ugly than intimidating. I'm also 5'8".
Interests: Metal Music, Phenomenology, Computational Neuroscience, Comedy.
Favourite movie: End of Evangelion, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Mind Game, Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex.
Favourite band or musician: Nightwish, Tool, Cradle of Filth, X Japan, Theatre of Tragedy, Shiro Sagisu, Yoko Kanno.
Favourite artist: Ludwig Wittgenstein, Gaston Bachelard, Hideaki Anno, Jonah Lehrer (Thank you, so much.), Conan O'Brien, The Nassim Taleb.
Favourite poet or writer: Vladimir Nabokov, Ayn Rand (not her Objectivism but her Romanticism; I'm a short-run hypercapitalist and a long-run socialist), Mark Z. Danielewski, Douglas Adams.
Favourite photographer: Tom Epperson.
Favourite style of art: heArt.
Operating System: BackTrack 2.
MP3 player of choice: Naypod.
Shell of choice: Inverse Fibonacci Nautilus.
Wallpaper of choice: Black.
Skin of choice: Black.
Favourite game: StarCraft.
Favourite gaming platform: PC.
Favourite cartoon character: Rei Ayanami, Hideo Kuze, Kintaro Oe.
Personal Quote: Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
Tools of the Trade: Wacom Intuos3, proce55ing, Maths, Pain.