Sick of the word "occupy"...what's next.

Bad news Nobody,
Sorry to say but i am getting pretty sick of the word "occupy".
I tend to use my own feeling as a kind of gauge for what other people, who lead similar lives, are feeling and
          sadly 
              this is how i am starting to feel.
though I held my breath with anticipation when the murmurs of revolution reached me,
 in this place, 
and i heard them and listened for once... and i didn't change the channel.
I sighed with relief when the murmur reached america and laughed when it broke through the media blackout it met there
i felt remorse when it turned in to the media circus that it needed to become.
it is hard to understand what is really going on.
it is easy to be cynical when something hard to understand and even harder to explain.
i felt this...so i assume others felt this too.
the commodification of this movement is the inevitability of its historical context.
it is the result of what is wrong with us
it is why i am becoming bored with the word "occupy".
it's getting old and i want something new...always.
i want something that will fill the hole in my sense of self
for a little while
until something else comes along...soon.
and i move on
some call it the acceleration of history
i call it my own participation in a culture of dissatisfaction. 
i call it my own internalization of an ideology of greed.
and i hate it about myself
so maybe others hate it about themselves too
i believe that you hate it about you.
sitting in front of the TV eating cheese doodles isn't a reward for anything
it only feels good because we don't know any better
but I do know better
you know better
we know better
like a splinter in our mind.
and waking up sucks
but
i expect more from myself
so you expect more from me too
and i expect more from you...so.
I am starting to expect us to do more
so maybe more people are also starting to expect us to do more
expect us?
expect us indeed.
i guess that the question in my mind...and in our mind...
is expect us to do what?
"We must be the change we wish to see in the world"
what does the occupy movement mean?
what does it mean to you?
that is what it means.

There is another N in my life Nobody,

This particular N is Naomi Klein and it has my heart racing.
 Listen to her speak and try not to love her...
beautiful thoughts, words and lips.
plus she's Canadian. 
woo hoo eh?

Cornucopia

N-dog,
By the flying spaghetti monster what wonders do emerge from this interweb of ours. It never ceases to amaze me the flotsam and jetsam that finds its way onto my screen and into my heart. what it all means...the heart part i mean...not the screen...the screen is what the screen is. it provides.. infinite monkeys and all that. what it all means i do not know. Case in point, in one single beautiful day i stumbled across Thomas Doyle...the man of mayhem behind this absolute beauty, absolute horror show of an art exhibition called Distillation Series:

and this masterpiece by an uberdork that goes by the name Silent:

to be continued...

time well spent.

Ludicrous Indulgence

N,

 

 "Middle-class society had been reckless enough to set up institutions in which young,clever, morally conscientious people had nothing to do for three or four years but read books and kick ideas around; and the result of this ludicrous indulgence on society’s part was wholesale student revolt."

                                                         - After Theory 

    by Terry Eagleton
        literary critic,

           cultural theorist,

              mind troll.

While i have read some Eagleton along the way, mostly him explaining different critical approaches to literature..the marxist approach i guess...i never knew he was such a hilarious MOFO. I am wading my way through After Theory looking for a way to use the idea of plausible truth in the face of the superabundance of ideas in modern society...a.k.a. the internet...but am applying it to Kurt Vonnegut Jr.'s writing...specifically speaking God Bless You, Mr Rosewater...wherein Eliot Rosewater searches for meaning in the face of his 87,472,033.61 dollar trust fund. 

Poor Noah.

Anticipating madness.

Hello again Nobody,

Some time ago I had few and far between but regular bouts of temporary insanity which helped me feel sane. These bouts have all but ended thus I am left with some concern. I had always felt that these were spasms of reality and emotion that my mind felt the need to release. A steam valve, if you will, to ensure that the entire system doesn't crack open, irreparably.
          Hence my concern.
            No fear.
   I feel one surfacing again. Happy day.
              To clarify and alleviate any concern on "your" part, these spasms merely consisted of uncontrollable manic laughter interspersed with gut wrenching sobbing.
 Back and forth.
    Laughter and tears.
           Sweet equilibrium.

take that cao maru...

A FINE BL3ND

Okay N,

Here's the scenario. 

you are a father and your kid is always alone in his room playing loud music. one day you go into his room and witness this...

apparently you have sired dj bl3nd, nicely done...yes well he is jumping around in shorts, strobe lights are flashing, in front of a video camera...oh yes and he is wearing a Chucky mask..."from Child's Play?" you ask..yes from Child's Play. 

your interruption has just ruined his set...not to mention his You Tube video...you dick.

the clip you have just ruined may have been his CLUB MIX from a couple of years ago.."the same CLUB MIX that has 42 105 619 hits?" you ask...yes that one.

WTF you may ask yourself

well here's the Fuck...

damnit i forgot...

the point wasn't that i stumbled across this little weirdo looking for hits on you tube...he found his way into my playlist because he finds great music and plays nice long sets of them back to back...so i listen to him on YouTube as background music... 

lucky for me no one reads this.

i need medication.

but...

in the meantime i will listen to this kid. 

this is my favorite