You know what rocks? Thursday nights at Velvet. And a large fraction of that coolness at Neutral on Fridays. They are the most awesome places to be. EBM/Industrial with not an insignificant amount of synthpop. A good night (at least for me) features VNV, Funker Vogt, Apop, Covenant, And One, Assemblage 23, Rammstein, Juno Reactor, Wumpscut and so on. Which means I'm on the dancefloor most of the night, flailing about well past any reasonable amount of exhaustion, compelled and propelled by the music.
Not to mention the company. I'll be the first to admit that I don't know many people there. I know the DJ, a few select regulars, but I don't know anyone more than their first names; I don't see them anywhere except at the club. I go to dance and that doesn't usually involve a lot of other people. But my interaction with them is not nil. At the very least, the other people who are at the club, and more specifically on the dancefloor are all part of the experience. The guys with the chains and shitkickers throwing punches and kicks, dancing with the force and passion of each song. The women in the boots, piercings, dreads and the perfect sinuous grace of an Earthly succubus. And all the other characters who always show. It's a familiar environment though I know so few outside of the club. But the combination of all these things, the music that drives me to such exhaustion, the people who similarly understand that passion and most especially, judging from those that I've met, a very reasonable, compassionate and intelligent group of people.
I think it's likely I should get to know some of these people better.
Not to mention the company. I'll be the first to admit that I don't know many people there. I know the DJ, a few select regulars, but I don't know anyone more than their first names; I don't see them anywhere except at the club. I go to dance and that doesn't usually involve a lot of other people. But my interaction with them is not nil. At the very least, the other people who are at the club, and more specifically on the dancefloor are all part of the experience. The guys with the chains and shitkickers throwing punches and kicks, dancing with the force and passion of each song. The women in the boots, piercings, dreads and the perfect sinuous grace of an Earthly succubus. And all the other characters who always show. It's a familiar environment though I know so few outside of the club. But the combination of all these things, the music that drives me to such exhaustion, the people who similarly understand that passion and most especially, judging from those that I've met, a very reasonable, compassionate and intelligent group of people.
I think it's likely I should get to know some of these people better.
Where would my sanity lay, if not for you.
And what would be Velvet if not for Osaze's rhythms and scouling vocals.
Thursday never comes fast enough, and the night never lasts long enough.
Of course you were going to say that, this is why you and I often disagree.
I love this question because it points out the nature of perception. The man's action itself was selfish because his motivations were his own. He could not bare the thought of his friends dieing so he killed himself leaving his friends to deal with the loss of him. Also I am of the school of thought that says any action is selfish because it must be motivated by self to be carried out. We could argue this of course... However to the observer of the mans actions he is a hero for selflessly diving on the grenade to spare his friends lives. We can't imagine what was going on in his head, all we see is he saved his friends lives.
What this says to me is the truth of any matter depends on the perception of those who view it and their proximity to it's source. People are uncomfortable with multiple truths but I see no reason to exclude this possibility.