Brian Massumi/ Erin Manning: lectures on process philosophy

William James' "process philosophy"

chaos/accidents/order/creativity.

pre-suppositions begins with over-richness extending into clarity that sustains throughout.---> the Poem.

To look at the underlying orders that pre-limit the organization of the Subject.

Without framing, the intensities don't know where to put itself.

A.N.Whitehead's "affective tonality"---> re-thinking of spacetime.
The question of how affective tonality comes into being.

affect<----> sensation   How the affects accumulate into the event; a tracing of constructive events.

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Epicenters of Force, infinite potential variations of itself.

Giorgio Agamben's essay "The Example"... selection of an infinite series of examples.

James' "singular body is a society." The virtual & actual as conditions of each other.

(The blog as one big organized panic attack.)
(Hair Hearts Flip is a collaborative panic attack.)

(To find ourselves inside habit.)
(For me, Catholicism offered an objective narrative voice.)
(A couple years ago I wondered about the nuances of Christianity in basketball.)

(knowledge appears first as purely entertaining through playfulness and love.)
(knowledge as instinctive habit.)
Sports could use a little Bergson.---> shout out to Sean Smith.

Capitalist time could also use some Bergson.
How vagueness (in time) became precision.

Ode the sensation of Darkness.

Phantom limb. Phantom Cinema.

The identity I created in/for Flip (from Hair Hearts) was a way of re-inventing myself; a dream that took place in the everyday virtual in order to cope with the loneliness of everyday physical interactions with strangers. A mirror shared with someone else; Hair on the other end of the line affirming this dream. Hair & Flip's virtual interaction wouldn't have been possible without the magic of the Internet and for this, I am grateful to the same thing that keeps us in our separate cities and towns; a distance that keeps us on the threshold of missing each other in order to keep writing. For now, I'll call it an aesthetics of survival.