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"Brains are for generating expectations about the future. The simplest imaginable thing a brain is for, is for ducking an incoming brick. You see the brick coming. You see it's heading for you. You expend a little energy to duck so it doesn't hit you. There's a lot of things to avoid in life; and there's a lot of things to try and accomplish." - Daniel Dennett
Every time I hear a philosopher talk about bricks, I think of nanikore. Also, Dennett has gone crazy. I saw him saying that we discover math instead of inventing it, that it's transcendental or something. Plus he seems to keep weakening his free will position, which, being compatbilism, was crappy to begin with. And, he's still a douche. With a nice beard.
Garden State (~38 minutes of) -- easily one of teh worst pieces of faux-indie shit cinema served up in recent times. I would say I saw 38 minutes with my eyes open, because I had to keep averting them in order to not squirm with embarassment at the godawful spectacle unfolding before me. What the fuck is going on here? Who the fuck are these people? Why are they so annoying? Maybe it's recent Ozu viewings of movies you believe are about real people situated in a real time and place, and who are still vastly more interesting than the contrived quirkiness of the miserable assclowns who populate this film that's exacerbating my disgust. Maybe. Or Maybe Zach Braff should be hunted and killed. Also, why has puberty robbed Natalie Portman of the ability pick a good movie to be in? Atrocious on so many levels. It doesn't touch the all-time list of film crimes of everything Larry Clark and Gregg Araki have ever done, plus the marky mark version of the Italian Job, but the only recent thing I've seen that I can remember being worse than this movie was Napoleon Dynamite.
Let me cleanse myself with some Bukowski.
Dostoevsky
against the wall, the firing squad ready.
then he got a reprieve.
suppose they had shot Dostoevsky?
before he wrote all that?
I suppose it wouldn't have
mattered
not directly.
there are billions of people who have
never read him and never
will.
but as a young man I know that he
got me through the factories,
past the whores,
lifted me high through the night
and put me down
in a better
place.
even while in the bar
drinking with the other
derelicts,
I was glad they gave Dostoevsky a
reprieve,
it gave me one,
allowed me to look directly at those
rancid faces
in my world,
death pointing its finger,
I held fast,
an immaculate drunk
sharing the stinking dark with
my
brothers.
Every time I hear a philosopher talk about bricks, I think of nanikore. Also, Dennett has gone crazy. I saw him saying that we discover math instead of inventing it, that it's transcendental or something. Plus he seems to keep weakening his free will position, which, being compatbilism, was crappy to begin with. And, he's still a douche. With a nice beard.
Garden State (~38 minutes of) -- easily one of teh worst pieces of faux-indie shit cinema served up in recent times. I would say I saw 38 minutes with my eyes open, because I had to keep averting them in order to not squirm with embarassment at the godawful spectacle unfolding before me. What the fuck is going on here? Who the fuck are these people? Why are they so annoying? Maybe it's recent Ozu viewings of movies you believe are about real people situated in a real time and place, and who are still vastly more interesting than the contrived quirkiness of the miserable assclowns who populate this film that's exacerbating my disgust. Maybe. Or Maybe Zach Braff should be hunted and killed. Also, why has puberty robbed Natalie Portman of the ability pick a good movie to be in? Atrocious on so many levels. It doesn't touch the all-time list of film crimes of everything Larry Clark and Gregg Araki have ever done, plus the marky mark version of the Italian Job, but the only recent thing I've seen that I can remember being worse than this movie was Napoleon Dynamite.
Let me cleanse myself with some Bukowski.
Dostoevsky
against the wall, the firing squad ready.
then he got a reprieve.
suppose they had shot Dostoevsky?
before he wrote all that?
I suppose it wouldn't have
mattered
not directly.
there are billions of people who have
never read him and never
will.
but as a young man I know that he
got me through the factories,
past the whores,
lifted me high through the night
and put me down
in a better
place.
even while in the bar
drinking with the other
derelicts,
I was glad they gave Dostoevsky a
reprieve,
it gave me one,
allowed me to look directly at those
rancid faces
in my world,
death pointing its finger,
I held fast,
an immaculate drunk
sharing the stinking dark with
my
brothers.