So it's almost 2005 and we still haven't exploded in a flaming wreckage. That leaves me with the options of being impressed that we're still kicking or more bitterly cynical that that means the end is just ever nearer.
But 'tis the season to be jolly, right?
Maybe it's the commercialism that's got me down. Not that I'm really down; I mean, a couple of friends are back in town for a few weeks during semester break and it's great to see them again...and it seems like the holidays are an excuse to renew acquaintances with lots of people you've fallen out of touch with -- which I've done. So why so glum?
Well, I mean almost 100,000 have died in Southeast Asia and the United States pledged a whopping, staggering, unprecendented...37 million dollars. Seriously. You can spend hundreds of BILLIONS of dollars on an aimless, groundless war in the Middle East, but can only scrape together 37 million for one of the largest disasters in human history?
Sad and pathetic, in my opinion. Don't misplace my vitriol, though, the donations from civilians to the International Red Cross and other relief efforts are pouring in, and that's wonderful. But your government should be ashamed of itself. I know Marxist thought is like mind poison or some sort of alien thought control ray down there but Spain is contributing more money than you are, yet your financial capabilities, are, well, you get the picture. From each according to what sort of silly wars you're waging, to each according to how much we need their oil? Is that how that maxim goes?
But seriously. I'm not morose or anything. I think having read Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions and Palahniuk's Choke over the holidays has lowered the jaded goggles back onto mine eyes for the time being. Good books -- honest books. I've decided I really value honesty in art; honesty, instead of idealism and misplaced effort like Platonism, or the bullshit of hyperreality that floods our minds constantly. I don't mean simply telling it like it is: sure, that's honest, but fairly simple. Furthermore I think we're too relativistic of thinkers to really grasp a point when it's simply painted for us in reality -- if we could do that, we'd have no problems interpreting reality in the first place. It takes a clever kind of lens to really show reality...that's honesty.
What's ironic is talking about honesty cutting through hyperreality on a website devoted to admiring beautiful people. But then again we're all hypocrites, aren't we?
Happy new year. Maybe 2005 is the year we're hit by a comet.
I'm praying for rain...
But 'tis the season to be jolly, right?
Maybe it's the commercialism that's got me down. Not that I'm really down; I mean, a couple of friends are back in town for a few weeks during semester break and it's great to see them again...and it seems like the holidays are an excuse to renew acquaintances with lots of people you've fallen out of touch with -- which I've done. So why so glum?
Well, I mean almost 100,000 have died in Southeast Asia and the United States pledged a whopping, staggering, unprecendented...37 million dollars. Seriously. You can spend hundreds of BILLIONS of dollars on an aimless, groundless war in the Middle East, but can only scrape together 37 million for one of the largest disasters in human history?
Sad and pathetic, in my opinion. Don't misplace my vitriol, though, the donations from civilians to the International Red Cross and other relief efforts are pouring in, and that's wonderful. But your government should be ashamed of itself. I know Marxist thought is like mind poison or some sort of alien thought control ray down there but Spain is contributing more money than you are, yet your financial capabilities, are, well, you get the picture. From each according to what sort of silly wars you're waging, to each according to how much we need their oil? Is that how that maxim goes?
But seriously. I'm not morose or anything. I think having read Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions and Palahniuk's Choke over the holidays has lowered the jaded goggles back onto mine eyes for the time being. Good books -- honest books. I've decided I really value honesty in art; honesty, instead of idealism and misplaced effort like Platonism, or the bullshit of hyperreality that floods our minds constantly. I don't mean simply telling it like it is: sure, that's honest, but fairly simple. Furthermore I think we're too relativistic of thinkers to really grasp a point when it's simply painted for us in reality -- if we could do that, we'd have no problems interpreting reality in the first place. It takes a clever kind of lens to really show reality...that's honesty.
What's ironic is talking about honesty cutting through hyperreality on a website devoted to admiring beautiful people. But then again we're all hypocrites, aren't we?
Happy new year. Maybe 2005 is the year we're hit by a comet.
I'm praying for rain...
recalcitrant:
Ah, and while we may all be hypocrites, it's important to not be in some respects. I just donated $50 to the relief efforts. I urge you to do the same.
godiva666:
Well hello....... 