Arbeitraum
Addorno, Free Time
I finally understood that Adorno doesn’t always, ever, or, often take a firm stance on things. I feel better about not always knowing what his stance is after a reading. Free time is commodified and as such is another tool to keep the masses down.
Bridge Markland, Faust in a Box.
Confirmation that drag is for all (amidst the ongoing debate that it’s only for people assigned male at birth) and makes everything more accessible and fabulous; oh yeah, and fuck the patriarchy.
Jewish Museum
A feeling of disequilibrium and disenfranchisement to evoke the Jewish reality while highlighting the work of a great architect.
This week I’m finding irony in that this is meant to be an unfree free time and it’s become unbearably more unfree but a gift I must devour whole like a retiree consumes the largest possible RV. I have so much stress about getting work done that I find myself grinding my teeth in thought when my host is talking to me and I ought to be looking at the country side. If it were up to him we would stop at every single port in Normandy but I finally put my foot down. I hoped to get stuff done in the car but it’s terribly rude. At the same time, I’m so nostalgic being here and tomorrow we go to the commune where my ancestor was a cast iron pot maker before he moved to New France in the 1660s. I wish my dad were here. Maybe. In the words of the women from Crass, “System, system, system, death in life.” (From the album “Penis Envy.”)