Vegas?!? Are you fucking mental or did you just not read a word i wrote.
Man, Vegas is the most mediocre city in the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD. But Vegas is SO desperate to prove that they're not mediocre that they're willing to spare the expense of wrapping an entire city in christmas lights just to prove how exciting they are...and yet.
Once you've seen one flashing sign, you've seen it. Once you've seen the explosive-powered 150-foot tall fountains of the Whatzamahoogey, you've seen them. Once you've lost six hundred dollars in one night on the slots, you've done it.
Las Vegas is the physical embodiment of an M.Night Shamalayan movie expanded to a city-sized scale and scope. It's got one, huge, surprising-yet-expected twist or excitement and then you can never see it again with surprised eyes...further viewings drive the viewer more and more quickly into a deeper and deeper rut of jaded, unconcerned apathy.
An exciting place is made exciting by its ability to constantly surprise the viewer with its own abject and honest strangeness and queerity. Las Vegas has none of that. Looking for exciting people in Las Vegas is like looking for exciting hairdoos at a punk rock show. Yes, everybody in the building has a two-foot tall mohawk in some rather exciting colour...but EVERYBODY has one. The people of Las Vegas are so desperately busy scuttling around trying to suck up the plankton of originality and snap their pincers for attention that they fail to realize that their "originality" succeeds in helping them blend into the crowd. A guy in rollerskates and a cowboy hat singing country songs on the street corners fails to get attention from anybody but the tourists...and most of them in their first day or two...after that, they become either as jaded as the locals or totally engrossed in scurrying from slot machine to slot machine, hungrily trying to find their Lucky Quarter and their Big Score, absolutely oblivious to all else.
the Religious Right calls Las Vegas the new Sodom and Gamorrah. I think it's just a centrifuge of a city, pustulent and swollen, preparing for implosion.
In any event, it is physically impossible to find anything BUT mediocrity in the sands to which you plan to roam.
MOVE TO RICHMOND, FUCKER!!!! At least here, the people are insane and totally oblivious to their own insanity...BUT spread out JUST ENOUGH that you never get tired of them. Some old hippie woman dancing in the back of third street diner? In fucking Vegas ten other people would stand up and turn it into a coreographed fucking musical number and put it on stage at the Bellagio. Call it Hobo and try to make a fucking fortune...here people just do it because God tells them to.
Ah, but you don't know where I'm going...daq42July 21 2006, 18:24:08 UTC
I intend to see Vegas from the other side of the mirror, and I want as many people as possible to join in the chronicles of this rather amusing adventure while it is there for the abusing.
Besides, you see Vegas as just The Strip. The tourist farm, the money factory, the Christmas lights and all have blinded you to the other that exists in that raised desert. And that would be the sands themselves and the beautiful night that it can harbor. Besides, you know you want to go where 100 degrees feels like a nice 85 and the drinks flow 24/7.
The beauty comes from the eyes anyway. Blind men do not speak of beauty.
Re: Ah, but you don't know where I'm going...mr_jaegerJuly 21 2006, 20:08:14 UTC
I knew a blind man who spoke of beauty. It can come in the form of a sound or a touch or a taste or just the feeling that something went right and things will continue to go right somewhere down the line. Taking that past the literal and into the metaphorical/allegorical as i can only assume you have it here, the point of all this is that i've had the blinders on for too long. I've been shaking my cane at a thousand different substandards that move a little subbier every day and never actually called a spade a spade. I'm tired of that.
I'm throwing away the cane and pissing on the dog. I'm taking those silly little dark glasses and crushing them up into cocaine-fine powder and taking a survey...everyone who wants to remain WILLINGLY blind? I'm rubbing glass powder in their eyes, so at least they get ALL the benefits of blindness. And the shakey little cup with the two coins rattling around in it is getting thrown...i am throwing down the goblet and demanding that my festering boil of a city produce something for me darkly entertaining, strange, neurotic and very possibly not even vertebrate.
Vegas IS just The Strip. There's more to it, but the rest of Vegas is used...tired and beat. It's worn down and gasping for its next cancerous breath. Every part of Vegas that isn't the strip is a tumour...living cells created of the same stuff that makes up the host body, but mutated and diseased and incapable of function, form or anything else but the desire to reproduce...fuck out their aggressions in hundred-degree scorching dry desert nights.
Would it be fucking RAD to grab a pair of .38 handguns, a pair of lawn chairs, a case of beer, two packs of cigarettes and a little portable stereo, waltz out into the middle of fucking NOWHERE in the desert at 2 in the morning so we could talk politilosophy and shoot guns at prairie dogs and the moon until the jack ran dry and we've played all our CDs? Fuck yes it would! Maybe even the first four or five times. After that would I have any interest in staying in Vegas? No. Does that sound more like a vacation than anything? As a matter of fact.........
Man, Vegas is the most mediocre city in the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD. But Vegas is SO desperate to prove that they're not mediocre that they're willing to spare the expense of wrapping an entire city in christmas lights just to prove how exciting they are...and yet.
Once you've seen one flashing sign, you've seen it. Once you've seen the explosive-powered 150-foot tall fountains of the Whatzamahoogey, you've seen them. Once you've lost six hundred dollars in one night on the slots, you've done it.
Las Vegas is the physical embodiment of an M.Night Shamalayan movie expanded to a city-sized scale and scope. It's got one, huge, surprising-yet-expected twist or excitement and then you can never see it again with surprised eyes...further viewings drive the viewer more and more quickly into a deeper and deeper rut of jaded, unconcerned apathy.
An exciting place is made exciting by its ability to constantly surprise the viewer with its own abject and honest strangeness and queerity. Las Vegas has none of that. Looking for exciting people in Las Vegas is like looking for exciting hairdoos at a punk rock show. Yes, everybody in the building has a two-foot tall mohawk in some rather exciting colour...but EVERYBODY has one. The people of Las Vegas are so desperately busy scuttling around trying to suck up the plankton of originality and snap their pincers for attention that they fail to realize that their "originality" succeeds in helping them blend into the crowd. A guy in rollerskates and a cowboy hat singing country songs on the street corners fails to get attention from anybody but the tourists...and most of them in their first day or two...after that, they become either as jaded as the locals or totally engrossed in scurrying from slot machine to slot machine, hungrily trying to find their Lucky Quarter and their Big Score, absolutely oblivious to all else.
the Religious Right calls Las Vegas the new Sodom and Gamorrah. I think it's just a centrifuge of a city, pustulent and swollen, preparing for implosion.
In any event, it is physically impossible to find anything BUT mediocrity in the sands to which you plan to roam.
MOVE TO RICHMOND, FUCKER!!!! At least here, the people are insane and totally oblivious to their own insanity...BUT spread out JUST ENOUGH that you never get tired of them. Some old hippie woman dancing in the back of third street diner? In fucking Vegas ten other people would stand up and turn it into a coreographed fucking musical number and put it on stage at the Bellagio. Call it Hobo and try to make a fucking fortune...here people just do it because God tells them to.
Beauty is accidental...never engineered.
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Besides, you see Vegas as just The Strip. The tourist farm, the money factory, the Christmas lights and all have blinded you to the other that exists in that raised desert. And that would be the sands themselves and the beautiful night that it can harbor. Besides, you know you want to go where 100 degrees feels like a nice 85 and the drinks flow 24/7.
The beauty comes from the eyes anyway. Blind men do not speak of beauty.
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I'm throwing away the cane and pissing on the dog. I'm taking those silly little dark glasses and crushing them up into cocaine-fine powder and taking a survey...everyone who wants to remain WILLINGLY blind? I'm rubbing glass powder in their eyes, so at least they get ALL the benefits of blindness. And the shakey little cup with the two coins rattling around in it is getting thrown...i am throwing down the goblet and demanding that my festering boil of a city produce something for me darkly entertaining, strange, neurotic and very possibly not even vertebrate.
Vegas IS just The Strip. There's more to it, but the rest of Vegas is used...tired and beat. It's worn down and gasping for its next cancerous breath. Every part of Vegas that isn't the strip is a tumour...living cells created of the same stuff that makes up the host body, but mutated and diseased and incapable of function, form or anything else but the desire to reproduce...fuck out their aggressions in hundred-degree scorching dry desert nights.
Would it be fucking RAD to grab a pair of .38 handguns, a pair of lawn chairs, a case of beer, two packs of cigarettes and a little portable stereo, waltz out into the middle of fucking NOWHERE in the desert at 2 in the morning so we could talk politilosophy and shoot guns at prairie dogs and the moon until the jack ran dry and we've played all our CDs? Fuck yes it would! Maybe even the first four or five times. After that would I have any interest in staying in Vegas? No. Does that sound more like a vacation than anything? As a matter of fact.........
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