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pseydtonneI had booted into my Windows partition for the first time in weeks. I could geek about that, but I won't. Let's just say it was housecleaning time. Anyway, this allowed me to play with one of the best features of a home router -- stealing MP3s from Maggie's amazing collection. Ten songs in about twenty seconds? No sweat.
So I turn on Winamp (by the way,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chaggalagirl? I updated your Winamp to 2.91 last night. That fixed a couple issues.) and I hit play on Matthew Sweet's cover of "Magnet & Steel".
Yes, I like Matthew Sweet. I liked him since I saw the video for his cover of "Girlfriend" when i was in high school. I am finally comfortable enough in my sexuality to admit his eyes fucking drew me in and still sucker me in. No, I can't see his eyes right now. Eyes led to voice. I'm hooked. Case in point: he's covering a relatively evil 70's song. His version is better than but only slightly different from the original. So yeah, I'm playing it over and over.
This got me thinking about the word 'steel'. The word in French is 'acier'. That's one of my fave words in French, next to 'quotidien' (daily) and how smooth "j'espere que tu te noie" sounds. "Zhuh-SPARE kuh tuu tuh NWA." Ahhh. It means "I hope you drown." What a fine curse to mutter.
Steve Earle, who really deserves more money, put a great-sounding Arabic line in the tune John Walker's Blues: "ah shadu la ilaha illa Allah" ("there is no god but God"). I see why the Koran is not supposed to be translated -- a line like that is a mantra. You say it until its reality is larger than your own. We hold this God to be self-evident.
When in the course of human events it is necessary to be confused, it is the duty of us crackhead motherfuckers called Earthlings to get our individual heads out of the gutter, no matter how pretty said gutter is, and thereby begin to get our collective headspace.
I' n'y a pas de Dieu a ce numero. Vuillez remplacer le recevoir dans votre cerveau. (There is no God at this number. Please hang up the phone in your brain.)
So I'd like to think, eh? This from a guy that picks favorite words by their shine and luster.
No, I had no point here. I'm swimming in my thoughts and I'm enjoying the late-night swim. Perhaps I'll come up with more fiction soon.
Maybe there was a point. I'm a heathen, right? I can look in at any religion, tell you stuff about its history and constructs, even tell you about the more profound emotions of a couple of them. I still can't say one of them is mine. I don't want one. I like little bits of all of them. I like conflicting ideas. I like doublethink.
Perhaps my goal in life is nouveau-Kantian. I want to find the holy spirit without the God. I want that fulfillment without the cult. I want to give that fulfillment to others, but not as a preacher. I want to find a morality that isn't demonizing. I want a delusion that fits in my shirt pocket, or at least my rucksack.
I really like America. It was founded on a set of thoughts even its founders couldn't completely resolve. "All men are created equal." "The pursuit of happiness." The chase for an emotional state is the reason for a new government. How do you disagree with that?
You step passed it. it was a rationalization, after all. "If we say this, then we have enough moral high ground to shoot our countrymen." Think of the Tories that got tarred & feathered. Think of the lingering rage that burned down what is now Toronto. We're founded on a lot of irrational rage. "Why should we get taxed and not sell this shit ourselves?"
Frankly, I'm juiced the British still talk to us.
Hey, I think I found a point (not to anything I started talking about, but it's a point anyway... let's see how close it'll get me to a resolution). A lot of us on the East Coast act shocked that W could happen. Who are we kidding? Having an asshole that large is like walking toward an event horizon. We can stare at the black hole, realize how wrong that is, and then steel (hah!) ourselves to the task of reform.
The emergence of about fifty thousand memes in the past decade is really the attempt to industrialize mantra production. Maybe one of these pithy puns will change the world! "In hoc sogno vinces." "Enjoy Coke." "Regime change begins at home." "Memes don't exist -- tell your friends." Maybe we'd be better off understanding the deeper goal isn't to teach something new but simply to get people humming the same tune.
Should our goal be the voluntary conformity of thought? Isn't that just as wrongheaded as blatant blame and wars of vengeance?
I want to see a normal election next year. I want everyone to get a vote. I don't want Gainesville to happen again. I want to have faith in this experiment in nation-building again. I want my gods put back on their altars -- Franklin, Jefferson, Lincoln, Teddy and Delano, Truman and Warhol. I will have to hum those songs while I fix the altars. "Well I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town..." "You call yourselves the Moral Majority; we call ourselves the people in the real world..." "In the Big Rock Candy Mountain, the cops have wooden legs."
Maybe I need some sleep. Lemme know what I said here. I don't think I get it. It's a first draft after all. It's also the first time in months I've tried to have a deep thought.
-I also like the would "sausage", Ps/d
So I turn on Winamp (by the way,
chaggalagirl? I updated your Winamp to 2.91 last night. That fixed a couple issues.) and I hit play on Matthew Sweet's cover of "Magnet & Steel".Yes, I like Matthew Sweet. I liked him since I saw the video for his cover of "Girlfriend" when i was in high school. I am finally comfortable enough in my sexuality to admit his eyes fucking drew me in and still sucker me in. No, I can't see his eyes right now. Eyes led to voice. I'm hooked. Case in point: he's covering a relatively evil 70's song. His version is better than but only slightly different from the original. So yeah, I'm playing it over and over.
This got me thinking about the word 'steel'. The word in French is 'acier'. That's one of my fave words in French, next to 'quotidien' (daily) and how smooth "j'espere que tu te noie" sounds. "Zhuh-SPARE kuh tuu tuh NWA." Ahhh. It means "I hope you drown." What a fine curse to mutter.
Steve Earle, who really deserves more money, put a great-sounding Arabic line in the tune John Walker's Blues: "ah shadu la ilaha illa Allah" ("there is no god but God"). I see why the Koran is not supposed to be translated -- a line like that is a mantra. You say it until its reality is larger than your own. We hold this God to be self-evident.
When in the course of human events it is necessary to be confused, it is the duty of us crackhead motherfuckers called Earthlings to get our individual heads out of the gutter, no matter how pretty said gutter is, and thereby begin to get our collective headspace.
I' n'y a pas de Dieu a ce numero. Vuillez remplacer le recevoir dans votre cerveau. (There is no God at this number. Please hang up the phone in your brain.)
So I'd like to think, eh? This from a guy that picks favorite words by their shine and luster.
No, I had no point here. I'm swimming in my thoughts and I'm enjoying the late-night swim. Perhaps I'll come up with more fiction soon.
Maybe there was a point. I'm a heathen, right? I can look in at any religion, tell you stuff about its history and constructs, even tell you about the more profound emotions of a couple of them. I still can't say one of them is mine. I don't want one. I like little bits of all of them. I like conflicting ideas. I like doublethink.
Perhaps my goal in life is nouveau-Kantian. I want to find the holy spirit without the God. I want that fulfillment without the cult. I want to give that fulfillment to others, but not as a preacher. I want to find a morality that isn't demonizing. I want a delusion that fits in my shirt pocket, or at least my rucksack.
I really like America. It was founded on a set of thoughts even its founders couldn't completely resolve. "All men are created equal." "The pursuit of happiness." The chase for an emotional state is the reason for a new government. How do you disagree with that?
You step passed it. it was a rationalization, after all. "If we say this, then we have enough moral high ground to shoot our countrymen." Think of the Tories that got tarred & feathered. Think of the lingering rage that burned down what is now Toronto. We're founded on a lot of irrational rage. "Why should we get taxed and not sell this shit ourselves?"
Frankly, I'm juiced the British still talk to us.
Hey, I think I found a point (not to anything I started talking about, but it's a point anyway... let's see how close it'll get me to a resolution). A lot of us on the East Coast act shocked that W could happen. Who are we kidding? Having an asshole that large is like walking toward an event horizon. We can stare at the black hole, realize how wrong that is, and then steel (hah!) ourselves to the task of reform.
The emergence of about fifty thousand memes in the past decade is really the attempt to industrialize mantra production. Maybe one of these pithy puns will change the world! "In hoc sogno vinces." "Enjoy Coke." "Regime change begins at home." "Memes don't exist -- tell your friends." Maybe we'd be better off understanding the deeper goal isn't to teach something new but simply to get people humming the same tune.
Should our goal be the voluntary conformity of thought? Isn't that just as wrongheaded as blatant blame and wars of vengeance?
I want to see a normal election next year. I want everyone to get a vote. I don't want Gainesville to happen again. I want to have faith in this experiment in nation-building again. I want my gods put back on their altars -- Franklin, Jefferson, Lincoln, Teddy and Delano, Truman and Warhol. I will have to hum those songs while I fix the altars. "Well I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town..." "You call yourselves the Moral Majority; we call ourselves the people in the real world..." "In the Big Rock Candy Mountain, the cops have wooden legs."
Maybe I need some sleep. Lemme know what I said here. I don't think I get it. It's a first draft after all. It's also the first time in months I've tried to have a deep thought.
-I also like the would "sausage", Ps/d
