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We’re living in a stylistic tropics. There’s a whole generation of people able to access almost anything from almost anywhere, and they don’t have the same localised stylistic sense that my generation grew up with. It’s all alive, all “now,” in an ever-expanding present, be it Hildegard of Bingen or a Bollywood soundtrack. The idea that something is uncool because it’s old or foreign has left the collective consciousness.
I think this is good news. As people become increasingly comfortable with drawing their culture from a rich range of sources—cherry-picking whatever makes sense to them—it becomes more natural to do the same thing with their social, political and other cultural ideas. The sharing of art is a precursor to the sharing of other human experiences, for what is pleasurable in art becomes thinkable in life.
”![“Old forms die as new forms are born. In one way, cassette tapes and other media have become outdated technology and the remaining materials have become remnants or shells that used to contain a living material.”
-Brian Dettmer on the collection the piece above is a part of:‘Bull Skull’, 2007 (Altered Cassette Tapes) [via grinding.be]](http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kts935f7ke1qz81cao1_400.jpg)
“Old forms die as new forms are born. In one way, cassette tapes and other media have become outdated technology and the remaining materials have become remnants or shells that used to contain a living material.”
-Brian Dettmer on the collection the piece above is a part of:
‘Bull Skull’, 2007 (Altered Cassette Tapes)
[via grinding.be]
New Old Media: young men and women who fight against the Kindle tide with small presses and handmade fonts. (via heartbeatcity)
I want to be right up front with this “New Old Media” vanguard please, though I think that these are two sides of different coins: we’re still talking about reading, but they’re completely different approaches to the same mental process. One glides into port on a sleek ship, a carbon fiber-hulled catamaran, the other trundles over the mountains and down the path under the power of a model T’s restored engine.
Finally, my friends again, especially Chelsea who’s coming to pick me up so I can eat Thanksgiving with her and some of her other friends. A charming young woman, as you can well see. My second thanksgiving in a row in her fine company.
most especially, Aunt Jeanie and Grandma, who I can’t find good pictures of that I’ve taken on my computer. sorry guys. I love you and hope you’re doing well.
![Fred.[sorry I couldn’t find a good picture of just you Fred. ]](http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktq7qbtQ2N1qz81cao1_400.jpg)
