August 2011
71 posts
July 2011
90 posts
On -isms.
“Post-feminism” is a bit of a misnomer that can be misleading. “Third-wave feminism” is a more inclusive movement, but who knows how history will understand us years from now.
That being said, I think one of the biggest mistakes lay critics of feminism make is thinking that we’re all on the same page.
Yeah, well. I think one of the biggest mistakes college students make is thinking that history will give a flying fuck about the reductive labels they slather all over their -isms.
The Dancing Plague of 1518 →
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“Frau Troffea is said to have been the first person afflicted by the disease as she began to dance maniacally in the street one hot day in Strasbourg. This went on for, oh, about a week! Then, others had joined Troffea and little by little, over the course of a month or so, approximately 400 people were raving around Strasbourg.”
“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape. Whereas I thought words bent emotions like sticks in water.”
—Michael Ondaatjed, The English Patient
Sharing Poetry: Robert Graves, "In Broken Images" →
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He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.
“The disks that haunt the skies of earth indicate that the unconscious cannot be kept waiting forever.”
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That’s the fucking moon.
“These guessing words I find junked in my brain in deranged juxtaposition, like files randomly stuffed into cabinets by a dispirited secretary with no notion of what, if anything, might ever be usefully retrieved. Often all language seems this way: a monstrous compendium of embedded histories I’m helpless to understand. I employ it the way a dog drives a car, without grasping how the car came to exist or what makes a combustion engine possible. This is, of course, if dogs drove cars. They don’t. Yet I go around forming sentences.”
—Jonathan Lethem (Chronic City)
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Fieldy’s Dreams - “Child Vigilante” (5.47MB mp3 file)
So we’re all on the same page as far as Korn being terrible, right? Well, years ago a friend was working for Sony and actually had to promote Rock’n Roll Gangster, the “hip-hop” side project from the bassist of Korn under the name Fieldy’s Dreams. This shit made Korn sound like the most talented and accomplished of tunesmiths.
David and I cringed throughout the first half of the album (we got a free promotional copy from our friend, duh — like we were trying to pay for this trash), because most of it is so bad that it just isn’t even funny. However, once we got to “Child Vigilante,” we had to play this track three or four times because we couldn’t even hear every lyric through our uncontrollable laughter. This song, about pulling pranks on his neighbors, has possibly the WACKEST LYRICS IN RAP HISTORY. Seriously, Fieldy almost makes Insane Clown Posse look like they have Jay-Z-level rhyme skills. Look at some of this dumb shit:
Shave your cat’s back is a must
Then I wipe my ass with your favorite toothbrush
Stuff a frog full of firecrackers, but him on your doorstep
You open the door, it smells like chicken breast
And my personal favorite couplet:
Shit in a bag, light it on fire
You open the door, there’s a bag on fire
There’s just no eloquent way to put it: This is honestly one of the flat-out dumbest songs I’ve ever heard in my life.
“She felt herself transfixed by the intensity of her perception; but how did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it was liking one felt or disliking? And to those words, what meaning attached, after all?”
—Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse.
My Favorite Harry Potter Spells
Avada Kedavra
Expecto Patronum
Mariska Hargitay
Finite Incantatem
Tupac Shakur
Colbert Report
Jamba Juice
Homenum Revelio
Iced Carmel Macchiato
Terri Schiavo
Malignant Carcinoma
Carmageddon
Bosnia and Herzegovina
Wingardium Leviosa
Bingblardium Bleviblosa
Carmageddon Carmageddon Carmageddon Carmageddon Carmageddon Carmageddon
Pilates Instructor
How I Met Your Mother
Abracadabra
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