#the future
The past is gone, dying, dead.
To remain there is to relive your death over and over.
The future is uncertain, unmade, unable.
To remain there is to continually be shattered and unwhole.
The now is here, clear, focused.
To remain is to be able to explore everywhere.
Where shall we exist?
so when gen z start having kids and those kids become pesky teens, what will their gen name be? are we gonna circle back to a? are we gonna start using greek letters, or numerals?
or are we all solidly banking on civilization ending by then?
cuz im 35 and dont have a pension fund because i reckon there will be no such thing by the time i need it, but boy will i be red in the face if im proven wrong…
i hope gen π will be there to take care of me.
Part 1 of THERE’S NO MORE TOMORROW (TODAY) is live! This SF story set in Tokyo and Harajuku was inspired by the shutdown, the rise of virtual influencers, and outsiders stuck behind borders. Pics are by awesome Japanese artist MISTUME.
Read at
https://www.tokyoscope.com/blogs/tokyoscope-blog/theres-no-more-tomorrow-today-part-1
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THERE’S NO MORE TOMORROW (TODAY)!
The new collaboration between Japanese artist MITSUME and writer Patrick Macias will begin serializing on www.TokyoScope.com on 5/22! Readers can expect a tale of virtual models and mayhem set in the mind-staggering year of 202X! BE THERE!
New story from the HYPERSONIC music club creative team…
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Sometimes I imagine the grimoires of the future based on what may be perceived as “current” magic.
“Emoji spell for prosperity based on the writings of the occultist Kewtie Sm00sh, Tumblr.com cca 2019
The magicians back then had primitive devices, that came with pre-programmed sigils and seals, that were used to encode spells into the collective unconscious using a transfer of data through the web (see p.1598, see also Post-Chaos Majicck).
Today, we no longer dispose with such items, as they are considered highly unethical, but it is the thought that counts. Reproducing these sigils using pen and paper and then showing them to as many people as possible will work just as well. The following are the reproduced sigilia based on recollection of contemporaries:
ḏ̶̽̚v̸̲̥̄͆̉͗̽̂̃̚͘͝n̸̙͂̌͐̃́s̶̘̠̯̤͙̈́̊͗̉̆͠u̸̡͕̼͎̔̎͗ï̷̡̩͇̺̮̑̀͂̉́͝v̶̮͍̼̭͎̠̼̭͚̫̈͆̌̃͊͘ḧ̷̛̺̱͔̗͋̎͆͊͂͘̚f̷̰̥̟̼͇̞̼̭͉̂́̋̾͌͜v̸̡̤̰̩̣̻͚̍̽̊́͌̂͐̾͛ủ̷̧̢͍͚̹̠̳̠̆̿̏̐̉̓͝ •➡️• n̴̩͉̠̪̤͋̄̃̓̈́͐ͅv̵̡̪̺́͋̽͗́͌̈́̉̕d̴̗͈̞͎̿͆́͂̈́̎͛͘͝͝x̶̡̩̟̙̼͍̊̄̈̂͘̕g̶̢͍̺̲̦̜͉̑̐̃̎̈́̚ͅk̶̦̖̦̪̟̠͔̥̠̻̄̓̈́͊̋̓̽͆̕n̷̢̛͚̠̜̰̎̌̏̓̍͌͘ͅb̴̨̧̤̗͍̱̞̦̫̾ṣ̵̛̓͐̾̈́̋͊̈́̉͠ů̵̘̰̱̗͖͎̑͂͐̀̈́͝͝o̸͓̫̗̝̼̅͐́̈́͆̂̏̐ͅ
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Thinking about the future, I long for a little bookshop in a bustling city- there’s a tiny space for coffee and a corner dedicated to out-of-fashion antiques- with ladders to climb up the ceiling high shelves, filled with stories of wisdom and monsters and hope.
-All I Want
Someday, I’ll wake up at 11:30am on Sunday morning beside the person I love in a little flat filled with our plants who each have dumb names that we laugh at every time we water them. And it’ll all be okay <3
Kiss of the Sun
Mary Ruefle
If, as they say, poetry is a sign of something
among people, then let this be prearranged now,
between us, while we are still peoples: that
at the end of time, which is also the end of poetry
(and wheat and evil and insects and love),
when the entire human race gathers in the flesh,
reconstituted down to the infant’s tiniest fold
and littlest nail, I will be standing at the edge
of that fathomless crowd with an orange for you,
reconstituted down to its innermost seed protected
by white thread, in case you are thirsty, which
does not at this time seem like such a wild guess,
and though there will be no poetry between us then,
at the end of time, the geese all gone with the seas,
I hope you will take it, and remember on earth
I did not know how to touch it it was all so raw,
and if by chance there is no edge to the crowd
or anything else so that I am of it,
I will take the orange and toss it as high as I can.
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Today on:
2020: Teaching English from an Old Composition Book, Gary Soto
2019:Easter, Jill Alexander Essbaum
2018:Annunciation, Marie Howe
2017:The Promise, Marie Howe
2016:In the Woods, Kathryn Simmonds
2015:Heat, Jane Hirshfield
2014:What Remains, Ellery Akers
2013:30th Birthday, Alice Notley
2012:Untitled [I closed the book and changed my life], Bruce Smith
2011:The Forties, Franz Wright
2010:Prayer of the Backhanded, Jericho Brown
2009:A Primer, Bob Hicok
2008:Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry, Howard Nemerov
2007:Open Letter to the Muse, Kristy Bowen
2006:A Sad Child, Margaret Atwood
2005:The Crunch, Charles Bukowski
In the future people are going to ask me about cool events I was alive for like “what was it like when they took a picture of the first black hole” and I’m just gonna be like “man idk, that was neat I guess”.Too much stuff happens in a day, I’m desensitized.
The First Bad Man
by Miranda July
I lied to Miranda July. I didn’t intend to, but there you have it.
The First Bad Man was released September 8, 2015. I read it within 48 hours of release and soon after attended an evening at BAM featuring writer/actress/filmmaker/app creator extraordinaire Miranda July interviewed by writer/actress/director extraordinaire Lena Dunham. Both irreverently funny, unapologetically observant and quirkily blunt, it was an evening of understated wit and hallmark vulnerability followed by a book signing by July. Dunham wasn’t present at said book-signing, so I didn’t have the opportunity to lie to her.
The aforementioned lie occurred as July signed an edition of No One Belongs Here More than You to my Aunt for her birthday: I mentioned to her that I was going to feature The First Bad Man on my book blog later that week and to look out for it. Then in the most exacerbated case of procrastination of my life, two and a half years later I’m still carrying the guilt of falsifying to one of my creative paragons.
Today while trolling my files attempting to discover if I even started the review, I happened upon the Pressbook for July’s film The Future. (Why was this even on my computer? I have no idea. I’d like to think July has magical creative powers that drop files on your computer when you need them.) In an interview there, she captures my sentiments: “I just felt so incapable, barely even human, much less brilliant. So I told myself, ‘OK, write from there. What does Incapable sound like?’”
I guess it sounds like this. This whole sordid affair stems from the fact that nothing I pen will encapsulate the ingenuity, the transdimensional artistry of The First Bad Man. It is darkly comical, startlingly salacious, and unavoidably messy, but it is also replete with pathos, with insight, with humanity.
The story centers on Cheryl, an intransigent forty-something who eats from one plate and uses one glass, as she is saddled with the pregnant daughter of her boss, a destructive young woman who throws her life into turmoil.
I just picked up the book to reread highlighted passages, and I found myself laughing out loud. How can I communicate the hilarity that is Cheryl explaining the origin of inter-office rules as based on a series of Japanese customs or the curious sense of meditation she later discovers riding an ATV? How can I articulate the risqué encounters at the center of the book, tropes emblematic of July’s writing that force us all to face our darkest selves?
The truth is that nothing I write to recommend this book will be enough to truly reflect what’s inside its twisty pages. In her writing July implants thoughts that you yourself didn’t know you were capable of entertaining. Her phrases herald a primal reckoning, a stripping away of the constant apology that accompanies being a sexual being, and a melting of the outer shell that protects our most vulnerable parts. Leaving - what? Whatever is left after all of the layers have been peeled away: the gooey center, the amorphous essence of what it is to be human.
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Eleanor Roosevelt
Inspired by this post.
A bit of my past:
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a teacher. I used to talk about it all the time. When someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would proudly say “I want to be a teacher!” Notice the past tense? That is because whenever I talked about being a teacher, my father would talk it down. He would ridicule what I wanted to be. I left him diminish my dream and ambition.
This post, What Teachers Make, really hit home with me. It reminded me of how badly I wanted to be a teacher and how I should not give up just because of what other’s may think.
Love,
Your Old Fashioned Girl ♥
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“It was 1979 and I was walking along a side street in London and I heard one of my songs drifting out of an upstairs window. I looked up and I could see the outline of a woman doing her ironing, with a few dance moves added here and there, with my song playing.
That blew me away. I stood outside her window like a creepy stalker until it was finished just watching her shadow dancing to my music.
It was a very surreal moment.”
Gary Numan interview at Subculture
- Exercise is important, kids.
- “Providence Island”, huh? Not Rhode Island?
- COOKIE CAT! HE’S A PET FOR YOUR TUMMY!
- WHOOOOAAAAA Steven’s moving out?
- There’s only 39 states?!
- “Where am I gonna find another Steven as good as you?” Awww Peridot
- HE’S GIVING PERIDOT HIS OLD SHIRT I’M CRYING
- I love Jasper’s way of entering and exiting a room.
- HE’S GIVING PEARL HIS UKULELE I’M DEAD
- “I don’t need future vision to know you’re going to be fine.”
- HE’S GIVING HIS DAD HIS BEDROOM WAAAAAAAH
- STEVEN AND CONNIE KISSED! ON THE LIPS!
- And here come the waterworks.
WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR FAMILY
Hey everyone. On account of recent events, me and the team find it necessary to make a public statement on the situation. Squigglydigg, who previously did freelance on “The Future” video will not be returning for any position of production on any project related to Mystery Skulls Animated.
She was brought on as freelance, among a group of other freelancers, roughly a year ago. Her input on the project itself did not extend beyond her given roll as an animator. Regardless, the views expressed by her in no way reflect the views of the small, core MSA team or anyone else who participated in any leg of production. I wish to personally denounce such statements as much as possible. These views are extremely irresponsible and dangerous.
We will be placing an open call for freelance animators in the near future as expected. For anyone harmed by the toxicity this situation presented, I wish to personally extend an apology to those effected. We will strive to make sure this kind of scenario does not happen again.
-Mystery Ben
