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“They hit it off right away. It was like a bromance kinda situation, just real intense.”
she’s been watching way too much TV
Postscript E.L. Konigsburg: “Konigsburg taught, in her famous novel, that “happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.” She may be gone, but her books still teach that lesson.” http://nyr.kr/ZH0v2q
Loved this as a lil guy
It is written in the Book of Usable Minutes
That all things have their center in their dying,
That each is discrete and diaphonous and
Has pointed its prow away from the sand for the next trillion years.
sometimes i hate people and their lonesome, anxiety-driven, persistent [sexual] neediness. why don’t you just relax, take a breath, and work on something? or go to bed? i don’t know, just think about it for a second. LOL?!
We had a cutie raccoon guy living in our attic for a spell. He fell through the roof one day, shit in a question mark shape on the floor, and hobbled down into the deep confines of the basement, leaving a trail of “breadcrumbs” (diarrhea) everywhere he went. At one point we tried nudging him out with a broom handle but he just grabbed it and pushed it back at us. A very large and forceful guy. I still wanted to keep hemmmmm tho
The Rad Library, Hyde Park, Perth.
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Baby Geniuses is a social statement on childhood and innocence. It can be said that the argument of the film (which, I think, should be a cult classic [Coke classic?]) is that we are overeducating children at too early an age, that we are denying them of their youth and innocence (an idea a lot of Americans would probably get behind if not for its contextual attachment with this particular film). But maybe the argument of the movie is that we are overpriveleging and overvaluing youth and innocence, and it’s this portrayal of some futuristic world where babies control everything and fuckitallup which tells us that we need to chill with all the baby praise because it’s not like they should rule us, ideologically. What if everyone just acted like babies all the time? How would we get anything done? Not to mention, what if real-life babies wore little tiny argyle sweaters and pocket protectors and khakis and black plastic-rimmed glasses…and loafers?? What would that say about white upper-middle-class educated male cultural permeation? (ha ha… that last one, i apologize)
Did you know Baby Geniuses is known as Baby Talking in Japan? It’s like this under-breath sarcastic scoff that comes along with the under-translation: “huh, the babies are talking…sure, we’ll give you that much…”
Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I’m bullshitting myself, morally speaking?
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this is an original. i only have a few originals, really, but i think i’m getting a little better at what i have. so here is this one u may’ve heard already. 3nJ01
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Reduced to pure facticity, congealed in his immanence, cut off from his future, deprived of his transcendence and of the world which that transcendence discloses, a man no longer appears as anything more than a thing among things which can be subtracted from the collectivity of other things without its leaving upon the earth any trace of its absence. Multiply this paltry existence by thousands of copies and its insignificance remains; mathematics also teaches us that zero multiplied by any finite number remains zero…
it takes on the aspect of indifference; that decomposed, that animal flesh seems so essentially doomed to decay that one can no longer even regret that it has fulfilled its destiny… [T]hose who have done it say that it is easy to walk on a corpse and still easier to walk over a pile of corpses; and it is the same reason that accounts for the callousness described by those deportees who escaped death: through sickness, pain, hunger, and death, they no longer saw their comrades and themselves as anything more than an animal horde whose life or desires were no longer justified by anything… In order to remain capable of perceiving man through these humiliated bodies one had to be sustained by political faith, intellectual pride, or Christian charity. That is why the Nazis were so systematically relentless in casting into abjection the men they wanted to destroy: the disgust which the victims felt in regard to themselves stifled the voice of revolt and justified the executioners in their own eyes. All oppressive regimes become stronger through the degradation of the oppressed [and the oppressed within themselves]…
If, in all oppressed countries, a child’s face is so moving, it is not that the child is more moving or that he has more of a right to happiness than the others: it is that he is the living affirmation of human transcendence: he is on the watch, he is an eager hand held out to the world, he is a hope, a project. The trick of tyrants is to enclose a man in the immanence of his facticity and to try to forget that man is always, as Heidegger puts it, “infinitely more than what he would be if he were reduced to being what he is;” man is a being of the distances, a movement toward the future, a project.
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