2024-12-03

I enjoyed this excerpt from a psychiatric report on Joan Didion in the summer of 1968:

It is as though she feels deeply that all human effort is foredoomed to failure, a conviction which seems to push her further into a dependent, passive withdrawal. In her view she lives in a world of people moved by strange, conflicted, poorly comprehended, and, above all, devious motivations which commit them inevitably to conflict and failure…

That was then a medical diagnosis, but today would just be seen as the normative baseline of the zeitgeist (within cells interlinked).

By way of comment I offer only that an attack of vertigo and nausea does not now seem to me an inappropriate response to the summer of 1968.

From the titular essay of The White Album.

2024-11-29

links

Link Log 2024-11-29

Re-Noted: Carl Jung’s Midlife-Crisis Notebooks

B-2 Spirit Stealth Bomber in Action | Training

The Power of the Powerless - Václav Havel

Apple Intelligence is for the Stupid Ones

The thought doesn’t count

Leica’s engraved fonts

The New New Class?

2024-11-27

tea

On Song Zhong

I bought a couple ounces of Song Zhong the last time I found myself in Chinatown. Red Blossom recommends brewing it at 210°F. I did this for my first few sessions, and was not impressed with the tea. Then one day I accidentally brewed the Song Zhong at 190°F (I thought it was my old pal MLX in the gaiwan). That resulted in a much tastier liquor. I’ve been working through the rest of the leaves at that temperature.

I still only brew it for Red Blossom’s recommended time of 30 seconds. Though sometimes I get distracted writing a blog post and don’t decant it for 90 seconds. I’m not above drinking it. Life is full of sacrifice.

2024-11-26

media

Her Homelife is Stormy

In the Tamara de Lempicka exhibit at the de Young there’s a wall with a timeline of her life. The entry for 1923 reads:

Her homelife is stormy; Tadeusz grows intolerant of his wife’s affairs, cocaine use, late nights spent at clubs followed by valerian-induced sleep, and long work sessions listening to Richard Wagner at full volume.

A few years later they were divorced.

I prefer to interpret this as if he could have put up with the affairs, the coke, the clubbing and valerian, but the Wagner was just a bridge too far.