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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>it loved to happen</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @puffalump)</generator><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>He really is in there. So are EVE and M-O.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4iow3VJBB1qz9zbvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;He really is in there. So are EVE and M-O.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/23662741376</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/23662741376</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2012 02:59:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Middle-schoolers' Confiscated Notes</title><description>&lt;a href="http://imgur.com/a/7iTgJ"&gt;Middle-schoolers' Confiscated Notes&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="382" src="http://i.imgur.com/6Llivh.jpg" width="512"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/23539380386</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/23539380386</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 06:20:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Bon Iver saxist Colin Stetson performs “Judges,” his...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k9YJM2GCvk8?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bon Iver saxist Colin Stetson performs “Judges,” his piece for solo bari featuring circular breathing, multiphonics, and lots more awesome extended techniques.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/23480688291</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/23480688291</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 09:48:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>iPhone Dock Zarathustra</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m47jcnKpdD1qz9zbvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;iPhone Dock Zarathustra&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/23280895277</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/23280895277</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 02:26:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Nikola Tesla</title><description>&lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/tesla"&gt;Nikola Tesla&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;The man deserves recognition. (&lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/tesla" target="_blank"&gt;The Oatmeal&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/23094704829</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/23094704829</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 02:58:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3st54htTj1qz9zbvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22771446269</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22771446269</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 03:34:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>wild things: mvt ii (Daniel Leonard 2010, crappy MIDI output)....</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/22721057199/tumblr_m3rlkqsgjM1qz9zbv&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wild things: mvt ii &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Daniel Leonard 2010, crappy MIDI output). The text: “His mother called him ‘Wild thing!’ And Max said ‘I’ll eat you up!’ So he was sent to bed without eating anything.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22721057199</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22721057199</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 11:53:14 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Please don’t go. We’ll eat you up. We love you so.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3pkvtC9X21qz9zbvo1_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please don’t go. We’ll eat you up. We love you so.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22652766875</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22652766875</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 09:43:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m..."</title><description>“There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2011/12/29/144077273/maurice-sendak-on-life-death-and-childrens-lit" target="_blank"&gt;Maurice Sendak&lt;/a&gt;, who &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/09/books/maurice-sendak-childrens-author-dies-at-83.html?pagewanted=all" target="_blank"&gt;died today&lt;/a&gt; at 83&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22652677880</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22652677880</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 09:40:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>jazz. (Big Jay McNeely on sax; photo by Bob Willoughby; click...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3n7u4KEvh1qz9zbvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;jazz. (Big Jay McNeely on sax; photo by Bob Willoughby; click for hi-res)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22578025736</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22578025736</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 03:06:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I now warn the reader not to mock me and my mental daze. It is easy for him and me to decipher /now/..."</title><description>“I now warn the reader not to mock me and my mental daze. It is easy for him and me to decipher /now/ a past destiny; but a destiny in the making is, believe me, not one of those honest mystery stories where all you have to do is keep an eye on the clues. In my youth I once read a French detective tale where the clues were actually in italics; but that is not McFate’s way—even if one does learn to recognize certain obscure indications.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Vladimir Nabokov, &lt;em&gt;Lolita&lt;/em&gt;, 239&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22508509587</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/22508509587</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 05:30:21 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"The dedication and sustained energy that go into true perspicacity and expertise were exhausting..."</title><description>“The dedication and sustained energy that go into true perspicacity and expertise were exhausting even to think about. It now lately sometimes seemed like a kind of black miracle to me that people could actually care deeply about a subject or pursuit, and could go on caring this way for years on end. Could dedicate their entire lives to it. It seemed admirable and at the same time pathetic. We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately—the object seemed incidental to this will to give oneself away, utterly. To games or needles, to some other person. Something pathetic about it. A flight-from in the form of a plunging-into. Flight from exactly what? These rooms blandly filled with excrement and meat? To what purpose? This was why they started us here so young: to give ourselves away before the age when the questions “why” and “to what” grow real beaks and claws. It was kind, in a way.  … The original sense of “addiction” involved being bound over, dedicated, either legally or spiritually. To devote one’s life, plunge in. I had researched this.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;David Foster Wallace, &lt;em&gt;Infinite Jest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;900&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/21975431020</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/21975431020</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 08:45:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world."</title><description>“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anne Frank&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/21783964690</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/21783964690</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 09:59:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>[PDF] Essay by DFW, age 21, about his depression: "THE PLANET TRILLAPHON AS IT STANDS IN RELATION TO THE BAD THING."</title><description>&lt;a href="http://quomodocumque.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/wallace-amherst_review-the_planet.pdf"&gt;[PDF] Essay by DFW, age 21, about his depression: "THE PLANET TRILLAPHON AS IT STANDS IN RELATION TO THE BAD THING."&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/21377974876</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/21377974876</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 07:37:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>2001: A Space LEGOdyssey. “Open the pod brick doors,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2fvsdHbmj1qz9zbvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2001: A Space LEGOdyssey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Open the pod brick doors, HAL.” More on Flickr: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/truedimensions/6923691108/in/set-72157627678790298/" target="_blank"&gt;Discovery&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/truedimensions/7069870189/in/set-72157627678790298/" target="_blank"&gt;Discovery side&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/truedimensions/6923690672/in/set-72157627678790298/" target="_blank"&gt;Discovery details 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/truedimensions/7069771793/in/set-72157627678790298/" target="_blank"&gt;Discovery details 2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/21046192825</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/21046192825</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 17:29:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"The truth that discloses itself in the work [of art] can never be proved or derived from what went..."</title><description>“The truth that discloses itself in the work [of art] can never be proved or derived from what went before… . What art founds can therefore never be compensated and made up for by what is already present and available. Founding is an overflow, an endowing, a bestowal… . Whenever art happens—that is, whenever there is a beginning—a thrust enters history, history either begins or starts over again. History means here not a sequence in time of events of whatever sort, however important. History is the transporting of a people into its appointed task as entrance into that people’s endowment… . The origin of the work of art—that is, the origin of both the creators and the preservers, which is to say of a people’s historical existence, is art. This is so because art is by nature an origin: a distinctive way in which truth comes into being, becomes historical.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Martin Heidegger, “The Origin of the Work of Art,” in &lt;em&gt;Poetry, Language, Thought&lt;/em&gt;, 72-75.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/21022670304</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/21022670304</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 08:39:34 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Cage Does Cage: in this string of clips from various films,...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JKdeNv3Rlv0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cage Does Cage: in this string of clips from various films, Nicholas Cage performs John Cage’s &lt;em&gt;4’33”&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/20897491254</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/20897491254</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 05:12:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sad as a Ship in a Bottle</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sad as a matchbox in a house&lt;br/&gt;Where they&amp;#8217;ve stopped smoking.&lt;br/&gt;Sad as a soap of a movie queen&lt;br/&gt;After she steps out of the shower.&lt;br/&gt;Sad as the love pill&lt;br/&gt;In a pocket of a dead man.&lt;br/&gt;Happy as a mouse in a rocking chair.&lt;br/&gt;Happy as a pair of dentures &amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;No, wait a minute! Something&amp;#8217;s wrong here!&lt;br/&gt;Sad as a maybug in June.&lt;br/&gt;Sad as a hotdog-eating champion&lt;br/&gt;Having dinner in a fish restaurant.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;—Charles Simic &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/20895839381</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/20895839381</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 03:34:22 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Spring</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It would be&lt;br/&gt;good to shrug&lt;br/&gt;out of winter&lt;br/&gt;as cicadas do:&lt;br/&gt;look: a crisp&lt;br/&gt;freestanding you&lt;br/&gt;and you walking&lt;br/&gt;off, soft as&lt;br/&gt;new.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;—Kay Ryan &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/20834770436</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/20834770436</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 04:10:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>R E A D</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m28n6iyzBd1qz9zbvo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R E A D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/20812301430</link><guid>http://puffalump.tumblr.com/post/20812301430</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2012 19:39:53 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

