Showing posts with label there I said it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label there I said it. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Politics

Here's some food for thought for our readers in the media studies department. I hope you're hungry.
"Tim Russert Sculpture"


"After hearing of Tim's death I felt compelled to somehow show my respect. This sculpture is a work in progress of a great man, son, father, journalist and American. My heart goes out to the friends and family members of Tim Russert."


In other political news, watch Eleanor Roosevelt tell a joke about murdering Japs.


Eleanor Roosevelt looks great, eh? And a voice like an insane, dying bird, eh? It's a shame the camera guy only got her balls in that shot, though.

(Her face looks like balls.)

Monday, November 26, 2007

Lies our mothers told us

Remember alienation? It used to be how we talked about the manner in which the contemporary condition was destroying our human essence. It turned about to be a lie. You forgot about it. There was no reason not to. Well, it's back -- IN THREE NEW FORMS

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The first is Facebook alientation, earlier outlined in an architecture review published in this very blog. It goes like this:



And then you have to think:
1) Who am I to even judge? Good for them. Having a good time. I bet pictures of me and my friends look like that to them.
2) Secretly I know that pictures of me and my friends look cooler
3) They don't, do they? That wouldn't make any sense. I'm just a facebook person like these friends. I guess I'm fine with that. Equality. Democracy. America in the Digital Age. I'm fine with that.
4) Who am I?


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The second is called "understanding the noble effort of I Am Charlotte Simmons alientation." It's when you see tweens hip hopping around on roller shoes, listening to music they call "emo," which is short for "emotional," and engaging in a fad called "cutting" or "cut" where they use store bought razor blades and actually cut the soft flesh of their young bodies...because they like the scars. "You ever feel real pain?" Jordan hissed. "eYe KNO PA1N 4 REL," C.W. "instant messaged" in return, bemusedly.
Anyway, it's when you look at young people and can't figure out what they're doing.

what are they doing?



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The third is when you learn a new way not to trust your friends because you see Nora Dunn on Saturday Night Live reruns and realize that you could just hang out with a group of people for, like, 6 years and nobody would ever think to care enough about you to let you know that no one really liked you or anything you did besides stand around.

There, I said it.