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Spring Spar by Yours Truly 2025 march 11" x 14" unframed, paper poster board rubber cement paper from Vogue (24dec thru 25mar) Paper Paper Paper: The Botanical Collection &a manila envelope [not for sale] |
aka tkcamas, angstydaisy, amateurtattletale, ladypolarity, &c. ... "esse quam videri" ... described colloquially as a time traveler's life-log while navigating this brief (encompassing that which does not exceed a singular lifetime) hiatus from the cosmic time tide of nonlinear time travel, upon this rock called Earth as it sails around a star named Sun, a name, oddly enough, that is my alien name in this foreign language, and so, "nullius in verba"
30 March 2025
Spring Spar
29 March 2025
Ryding Dying
23 March 2025
The tkscm, limited, 2025 Q1 Trans-Pacific Dynamic Equity Allocation Research Report ARTICLES
tkscm, limited 2025 Q1
TPDEARR
[Trans-Pacific Dynamic Equity Allocation Research Report]
2025 Q1 Articles
published 12Dec2024 by tkscm, limited
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Demographics
published 25Mar2025 by tkscm, limited
19 March 2025
2025 MARCH | as a subscriber ...
i never received the january issue [not sure if there was one, but the bodybuddy/lifemate subscribed me in early january] the february issue arrived on 01Feb25 &this issue arrived yesterday, 18Mar25 curious. also, i spoke outloud to the bodybuddy/lifemate about my disdain for the periodical sticking the address label on the front of the thing &i posted a pic to the 'gram last month with no mention of my disdain just the dreadful pic as is &this month the address label is on the back! i couldn't be happier in this moment. |
16 March 2025
Meanwhile ...
"What do you mean, you're not going to do it anymore?" Ladybug asks.
"It means what I said, Lady," she scoffs.
"Okay, okay. I hear you. Just tell me, again, what happened, exactly," Ladybug demands. "I'm not demanding; we are problem-solving," Ladybug eye-rolls. "I don't eye roll," Ladybug huffs. "Ugh!"
"Shut up, Lingerer!" she shouts.
"Tell me,"Ladybug insists, with a look.
"While I was walking home from my job, the other day, there were two one-dollar bills in the roundabout in front of my apartment building," she starts.
"Okay," Ladybug encourages as it leans toward her.
"Obviously, I was thrilled. It had been a minute since I found money on the ground. You know me," she shrugs.
"Yes, I know," Ladybug encourages, leaning in even more now, antennae perky.
"And I woke up the next night thinking, one buck for each billion .... but i want two-point-two billion ... *sigh* ... oh well ... i'll obviously be happy with two billion ... obviously," she explains.
"Okay?" Ladybug shrinks back a bit, feeling confused.
"And then, later that day (the early morning from the night before), we checked the mail, which is mail from the day before. And in the mail, our address had been chosen for some Gallup Poll, and in the mailer was two bucks," she states.
"I see," Ladybug slouches back, even further now, so far that it sits back on its haunches.
"I'm not finished," she clears her throat.
"Why? What more could you have possibly experienced in the two seconds we were parted!" Ladybug shouts!
"The next day, while I was walking home from my job, earlier along the route, I found a ring. It was obviously too big for any of my fingers, but it fit the bodybuddy/lifemate," she whispers.
"You found him a ring of power?" Ladybug gasps as it deploys its wings to meet her face.
"It would seem so," she smirks.
Ladybug slows lowers itself to the ground in front of her. On all sixes it asks, "And two sets of two one-dollar bills."
"Yes," she smiles.
"You were gone for two seconds; I swear," Ladybug swears.
a big red barn appears on the green green grass
at the base of the tall tall mountains
where the three peaks meet.
The two of them glance out over the fields toward the big red barn.
"Fucking, List-Maker," the two of them spit simultaneously.
"Squirrel's just up this stream," Ladybug points, "and he's been making a list of all of the stuff we can eat along the way," Ladybug informs.
She stands and dusts herself off, "Lesgo."
ON EMPIRE | Book Four [a work of nonfiction]
A Preface
I've been thinking about you lately. I do not think of my birth-mother's mother. I hope that you understand why better than I do. You were there, after all. And I do not think much of my birth-father, in general. I think of my birth-grandfather, my birth-father's father, often. I've become convinced that my birth-grandfather told me a lot of things during the short time I was raised by the two of you.
The thing I've realized, however, is that my story is your story, and then this makes me wonder about your mother's story and her mother's story and every mother that came before us.
You are as far back as I can reach, and so, 안녕하세요 할머니.
Would you like to be pen pals?
김선
15 March 2025
13 March 2025
09 March 2025
Flurries of Friday Firsts | an Arbitrary Day
For the first time, since moving here (&since 2018), we went to the movies, and we watched Mickey 17. Not only was the whole going-to-the-movies a first for us here, but we also experienced a type of theater that we've never before experienced (called Titan Lux* or something). After the movie, we went to an actual Korean-food restaurant for the first time here. And then, because we soon realized that we were inadvertently celebrating a Korean-themed First Arbitrary Day of 2025 (&i had acquired two tonics from our jobplace earlier in the week when i snagged some of the drinks provided for the all-hands lunch, etc.), that we should also imbibe my favorite alcoholic beverage of our Seoul Days, and so, onward toward our search for gin we went!
We were out and about at a much later hour than our typical jaunts around the city, and so we ended up not really having an Arbitrary Weekend, cause, like, we're so old now. Nevertheless, I awoke this night thinking about some stuff. And the stuff that I initially thought that I was thinking about has turned out to be something else entirely. I wrote the following and ended up at a different conclusion than I had been aiming. And so, I scrapped the conclusion at which I had arrived, made myself and the bodybuddy/lifemate grilled cheese sandwiches (we trekked to walmart yesterday for the sole purpose of acquiring american cheese and shitty white bread for today, along with our choice of soup) with TNTs (tanqueray is also a first, and like, is expensive alcohol good for you? it tastes so good you'd think it was, lol). And now, I'm tinkering with this shit, rewriting this thing cause a different conclusion emerged.
There's a thing you learn about art when you study art history (an absolutely pointless endeavor, imho, especially when considering the overwhelming subjectivity of art-viewing, and the absolute choke hold of the Elitist Gatekeepers on the "industry" [visual, music, film, etc.] etc.).
And the thing is about how the idea of "art" is constantly in a state of flux.
People living in the same era, now, and throughout history, rarely agree on what "art" even is, how to even define it. And "art" is undeniably affected by every advancement in science/technology.
My personal ideology with regards to the relationship between art and science is that both are dependent on each other. Of course, critical, logical, practical minds are necessary in the advancement of science. Creative minds are also critical to the process. Some scientists, I would argue, approach science like artists, and some artists approach their art like scientists. Throughout all of art history, you can see the way that art embraces scientific advancement in various ways. It's almost like the next/new advancement "frees" the sci/tech in current use. Once the "old" sci/tech is "freed," artists utilize the thing in ways for which it was not necessarily intended. I would also argue that artists who utilize a thing in a way beyond its intended-use &or before the thing is declared obsolete, are called "experimental artists."
Art challenges The Idea (of Everything).
Sure, some critical, logical mind may have intended to create this, that, or the other, but the creation, once born, becomes its own thing, and the unintended becomes its definition.
04 March 2025
about two years &one month ago, i said that 'the war of the new millennium will be a war over minerals, not fuel,' in a post titled, 'The State of Our Union—an opinion on an Address'*
&So, if you're confused &or embarrassed by the behavior of our current national leadership, I have one question for you: Have you been living under a rock?
Ukraine has a serious load of rare-earth minerals (and regular old, high-demand minerals, etc.). Ukraine has not developed a mining system; the country has historically had other export strengths.
Russia, the antiquated entity that it is, decided to just go in there and take the country for its own, through the violent act of war.
These United States, under its current Tyrant, decided that they also want Ukraine's minerals, and so, in essence, told the president of Ukraine to agree to the terms of the United Statesian mineral deal, or we'll just let Russia take you, through a thug-like act of bullying. Like, are we in middle school, boys?
&There you have it.
*a link to the 2023 February post
02 March 2025
FREE THE PHOTONS!
— Charles Mackay's "No Enemies" (1846)