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Hm... two cuts? dis/junctures in hyper-reality (yes, some total drains on society actually LIVE in hyper-reality, so please take a moment to forget about those people as they deserve, unfortunates who cannot create their own lives and prefer the safety of solipsistic narcissism)~
Whew, the trip to Oberlin was great. The sky was really blue (which, yea, is usually a sign of over-pollution) and the cars around me all drove my speed. Life is really great at those times when everything is in synchronization, the cars doing their little ballet on the street that has a much more participatory aesthetic feeling than public transportation hubs with their primacy on individuality. The formalistic limitations of automobiles are far more conducive to society-building than the farces performed in spaces of mandatory impressionism. It's not as though individuality is bad, but there are certainly points at which egos are hardened to the point where collective inspiration dies. Self-expression develops the tendency to erode its moorings but also its source -- the spontaneous drive for ego building breaks down under the weight of the ego itself. The ego drops into itself as the chicken replaces the egg, the only result of which is the eventual death of the chicken in a relentlessly normal cycle that never breaks but inspires mundanity to eat its flesh in gnawing redundancy. How typical individuals become when their egos are opaque.
I got a haircut from Duncan. We made out (seriously, thanks apatheticmonkey). Good thing it can never happen again, although he's probably the best kiss I had for a fuck of a long time. nixiepix shoved her boobies around. I missed them, honestly. I got drunk a lot. I got to see Jeanne and James and Max plus a bunch of other people that it's hard to keep in touch with. I'm really happy I went, although there was definitely some wasted time. It's good when you figure out which people really have substance and are real. Sometimes fake, boring, typical people shove themselves in front of your face and it's hard to kick them away.
I'm just going to steal and modify Leah's description because it's pretty right on.
It was one of those rarer nights. They have been in decline over the last year but it was nice to know that I can still find myself having fun completely out of my element (granted I was not sober). JoJo, Liz, Marty, Leah, Travis and I met Amy at, get this, a Grand Rapids Fashion show. It was rediculous to see all the "glamouratti" preening themselves in the dark. HINT: Nobody's Looking
The capitalist artist set held a art rock inspired (actually fame and money inspired -- ed., DENIAL) run(a)way and dance show in a parking garage in the shell of the old post office. Though the clothes were copies of anything you could already find at Forever 21, the music and model's walks were fun (some were even bouncy). Generally the people in the audience were dressed better, especially Liz (and Amy wore girl clothes).
Afterwards we went to a "Kegger for Katrina" (there were actually a few, and we chose this as the best option) at Amy's brother's friend's Mustard Plug house and I had a really nice time talking with Jordan and Leah and Amy. When we actually talk about personal stuff instead of politics I feel friendships actually progress. This seems to be a common feeling.
We topped the evening off by going to a late night greasy spoon (CONEY ISLAND) where more than a few of the models were celebrating with chili cheese fries (mmmm... me too).
Whew, the trip to Oberlin was great. The sky was really blue (which, yea, is usually a sign of over-pollution) and the cars around me all drove my speed. Life is really great at those times when everything is in synchronization, the cars doing their little ballet on the street that has a much more participatory aesthetic feeling than public transportation hubs with their primacy on individuality. The formalistic limitations of automobiles are far more conducive to society-building than the farces performed in spaces of mandatory impressionism. It's not as though individuality is bad, but there are certainly points at which egos are hardened to the point where collective inspiration dies. Self-expression develops the tendency to erode its moorings but also its source -- the spontaneous drive for ego building breaks down under the weight of the ego itself. The ego drops into itself as the chicken replaces the egg, the only result of which is the eventual death of the chicken in a relentlessly normal cycle that never breaks but inspires mundanity to eat its flesh in gnawing redundancy. How typical individuals become when their egos are opaque.
I got a haircut from Duncan. We made out (seriously, thanks apatheticmonkey). Good thing it can never happen again, although he's probably the best kiss I had for a fuck of a long time. nixiepix shoved her boobies around. I missed them, honestly. I got drunk a lot. I got to see Jeanne and James and Max plus a bunch of other people that it's hard to keep in touch with. I'm really happy I went, although there was definitely some wasted time. It's good when you figure out which people really have substance and are real. Sometimes fake, boring, typical people shove themselves in front of your face and it's hard to kick them away.
I'm just going to steal and modify Leah's description because it's pretty right on.
It was one of those rarer nights. They have been in decline over the last year but it was nice to know that I can still find myself having fun completely out of my element (granted I was not sober). JoJo, Liz, Marty, Leah, Travis and I met Amy at, get this, a Grand Rapids Fashion show. It was rediculous to see all the "glamouratti" preening themselves in the dark. HINT: Nobody's Looking
The capitalist artist set held a art rock inspired (actually fame and money inspired -- ed., DENIAL) run(a)way and dance show in a parking garage in the shell of the old post office. Though the clothes were copies of anything you could already find at Forever 21, the music and model's walks were fun (some were even bouncy). Generally the people in the audience were dressed better, especially Liz (and Amy wore girl clothes).
Afterwards we went to a "Kegger for Katrina" (there were actually a few, and we chose this as the best option) at Amy's brother's friend's Mustard Plug house and I had a really nice time talking with Jordan and Leah and Amy. When we actually talk about personal stuff instead of politics I feel friendships actually progress. This seems to be a common feeling.
We topped the evening off by going to a late night greasy spoon (CONEY ISLAND) where more than a few of the models were celebrating with chili cheese fries (mmmm... me too).