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Sunday, June 27, 2010

Blogodaisical


I guess there's no excuse. Not really.

But there is a reason. Those are easy to come up with, to explain, relate, and rationalize before the inevitable debate of whether I really needed to go so long without blogging. Well, truth is, I didn't need to. I just kind of did.

Why? Because Life. Or should I say, because of Life, because of my life. It gets haphazard. It gets hectic. It gets distorted and disoriented. It gets all manners of random and crazy, so much so that I can't help but slip into the whirlpool like the White Rabbit slips into Wonderland and Alice slips naturally too.

Would you care for a blow-by-blow bulleted list?

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Curtains Are Open


Have ya'll ever thought about privacy? We expect a certain degree of separation from society in our own homes, but when it comes to the internet, is any part of us private?

[A thoughtful post] explores the separation of public life from private life, of one's reality from internet existence. Included in the post is the documentary,We Live In Public, which also focus on this issue of privacy in the Internet Age.

For me, a self-confessed nerd and only recently rehabilitated gamer (I was a Warcrack addict for nearly 3 years, and more besides) the internet and I have shared a relationship that dates back to my first computer in 8th grade, when I was 13 years old. The connection is strong, and while I was reading my only thought reverberated: what is a private life?

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Collegiate Age


As usual, this post was inspired by something else entirely.

I was watching the movie Loser starring Jason Biggs and Mena Suvari. The film's premise is simple enough: guy meets girl (in college). Jason Biggs plays the titular loser as a modernized version of Job, used and abused by life, but ultimately redeemed through the goodness of his heart and the trials of love he goes through in the movie. Mena Suvari plays the objectified female object, a "beautiful fool" (in the words of Daisy Buchanan) who hurts our Hero Protagonist while simultaneously saving him. All of this drama occurs in the early 2000s at some random New York college.

I, for one, was disgusted.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Boondocks: Aaron McGruder and the N-Word

[WARNING: POST CONTAINS CONTROVERSIAL LANGUAGE, AND VIDEO-CLIPS OF A QUESTIONABLE NATURE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.]



Been catching-up on the third season of The Boondocks lately. It's still pretty funny, which is surprising considering how often revolutionary/controversial/innovative/original work is co-opted by The Man into something harmless, and boring.

However, thankfully that isn't so. The show is still crazy-awesome-goodness wrapped in a scary-sandwich of controversy and unpopular opinions mixed with true cultural insight. Also the animation has been getting better, and is almost up there with top-ranking Japanese anime.

But whatever. This post isn't about me being a fanboy trying to dick-ride. This is about something else entirely.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Likeable Things


We should all remember the things we enjoy in life.

Not the big things, not the ideals or philosophies we follow, not our religion, not our politics, not even the Great Pumpkin. (Well, maybe the Great Pumpkin.) Khalil Gibran tells us this. Soren Kierkegaard tells us this. Goethe tells us this. Lao Tzu tells us this. Great minds who do not think alike speak similarities that should be obviously important for all the humility those selfsame similarities do possess.

Enjoy the money in your pocket. Enjoy the diploma on your wall. Enjoy the ring on your finger. Enjoy the food in your fridge. Enjoy the pictures you've framed. Enjoy the music on your ears, the words crossing your eyes, and enjoy the multitudinous things which seem infinitesimally small.

This post is dedicated to the things I want to remember and enjoy. Feel free to share yours in the comments.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Injustices


How do you describe a sense of injustice? How do you convey the feelings of dread, confusion, despair, and anger that permeate your body in one swift movement as emotion becomes emotion, till suddenly all you want is to do something.

There are some days when I feel like the wrongs done to myself and others can be so easily righted. And then there are some days when I don't care for righting wrongs, because all I want to do is lay my head down and sleep the sleep of Rip Van Winkle.

(Obviously that isn't possible, and so I guess all there is left to do is to channel the emotions into something constructive. Like a blog post! Or whatever. In the end there's nothing for me to do but nothing.)

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Articles Awe-Inspiring


Every so often I come across a website that is actually worthwhile to browse longer than the average 3 clicks -- one to get there, one to see something, and then one back to the search-engine.

Such a website is [Change.org's Race In America]

They've got lots of amazing articles on [IRR], [the new/racist Arizona laws], [pop-culture icons as racialized symbols], and even [Jennifer Beals' Barbie whitewash].

It's an interesting site, and I suggest ya'll check it out in your free time.

Cheers

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Thought-Provoking Pictures

Because sometimes I prefer to speak pictorially.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

What The Hell Racism!?

I don't watch Fox News, mostly because of that tricky misspelling of their name (which should really be "Faux News") however, sometimes, the insanity on that network exceeds even my vast intellectual abilities to rationalize, and then I can't help but stare in zombified amazement at the excrement.

This is especially obvious with regards to Bill O'Reilly. Sure, Glenn Beck has more classic "evil" tendencies -- especially when he talks about socialism, or President Obama -- but I've always found that O'Reilly is more hilariously ignorant.

Exhibit A:



Yes, he really did just say that a black man, looked like a cocaine dealer. And not just any random black man, but a black professor, who happens to teach at Columbia University.

But that wasn't even the first thought in my head. The first thing I thought was: "wait, how does Bill know what a cocaine dealer looks like?" The second thing I thought was: "OH SHIT NAH HE DIDN'T!"

Le sigh. Faux News coming out for the win that time. I can tell Rupert Murdoch is really trying to hard to give us "fair and balanced" information... And is that a burning cross I see behind O'Reilly's eyes?

In the words of Marilyn Manson, "Welcome to the dope show."

Cheers