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a few weekends ago, i saw the relatively new bob dylan biopic. the movie, by the way, is pretty decent--very creatively made and well-acted. that said, there is a certain moment in the film when one of the characters is awoken by an alarm clock. for some reason, the image of the clock on the screen and the persistent ringing as said character fumbled to turn it off drew my attention away from the film and to the subject of alarm clocks and their influence on society. go figure. our lives are so regulated by time--waking up for this and running late for that--it's odd to think what it would be like without such paradigm. better, i think. it's kind of insane that we actually program ourselves to get a certain amount of sleep and to run on a certain schedule that probably isn't suited to our body's natural way of doing things. what would it be like if we didn't have these time restraints? now, i'm not saying the invention of the alarm clock is the sole guilty party here; i'm sure we would have found some other way of controlling our lives and waking ourselves up without it, but it does play a part, and for some reason that five second scene in the movie made me wonder about its background.
one time when i was younger and was sitting in one of the countless doctor's office/hospital waiting rooms that occupied much of my childhood, i came across an article in a magazine about a book some guy had written on this subject. it was only a small tidbit of an article, but i still remember it now (that's not saying much, considering i remember what people wore to all three years of middle school picture-day). the author had written based on his experience of living without a watch--and without paying attention to his timing to things--for some significant amount of time. he said he felt liberated and free, recommended people follow suit, and condemned our deadline-drive society. it was cool; my nine-year-old self wanted in.
my present-day self still thinks this guy is onto something. it would be quite the experience to abandon all notions of time and live, in just this sense, naturally. i'm pretty obsessed with knowing the time, and just recently stopped wearing my watch because it became slow and non-functioning. just this mild abandon was sort of freeing, although i still find ways to know the time almost constantly and plan on getting another watch soon. but this idea still fascinates me. that, or i'm just creating some pretentious, thought-provoking euphemism for the fact that i don't like waking up early.
oh hey.
it's Christmas.
as the years go by, it seems to feel less and less like Christmas when the time comes around. and it also seems more sad and lonely. perhaps this isn't really the case, and it always feels the same, i just read it more favorably in retrospect.
that said, merry Christmas, fools. it's important to remember the real "reason for the season" (i abhor that phrase), so to help us in doing so, here is a lovely recollection of the nativity story. enjoyz:
1 'Roun dis tiyem, Caesar Augustus wuz like, "I can has cenzus?"2 ('Coz while Quirinius was Teh Boz of Syria, is invisible census!)3 And all teh doodz went home for teh saying, "I is heer!"4 So Joseph went from Naz'reth to Judeeah to Bethlehemm whar David wuz bornededed, 'coz David wuz hiz graete-graete gran-daddie,5 An Mary went wif him, 'coz she was gonna be married wif him an she was preggerz.6 When wuz time for teh baybee,7 it wuz a boy, so he wuz wrapd in blanket like burrito an placd him in fud dish, cuz innkeeper wuz liek, no room here kthxbye!
[edit] Sheep-doodz n Angels
8 Then there wuz sheep-doods in teh field, an they wuz watchin teh sheep in teh dark. Iz vry vry boring. srsly.9 An suddenly, visible angel! An glory! O noez!!10 But teh angel sed, "is ok, you can has gud news for all teh doodz!11 Todai in da city ov David, you can has sayvur! is Christ da Lord! w00t!12 Is sign fer u, find da baybee wrapd like brrito in a big fud dish."13 An suddenly, moar angelz! They sez, 14 "w00t to teh Ceiling Cat! An peace fer doodz he luffs! Kthxbai."
15 An when da angelz go invisible again, sheep-doodz sed, "sweet, nao we find teh brrito-baybee sayvur!"16 So dey left da sheeps (sheeps r vry borng) and found Joe an Mary and da baybee in da fud dish.17 An when dey saw it wuz baybee an not brrito, they told evrywun he wuz kewl,18 An all teh doodz who herd were lyke, "neat-o brrito!"19 An Mary wuz lyke, "o rly?"20 Teh sheep-doodz sed, "Yay fer Ceiling Cat! Was not invisible brrito!"21 On dai noomber ate, it wuz tiem 2 circumcize him (iz laik getting fixd) an they called him Jebus, 'coz teh angel sed tht wuz hiz name.
-lolcatbible.com is god, literally.
a few weekends ago, i saw the relatively new bob dylan biopic. the movie, by the way, is pretty decent--very creatively made and well-acted. that said, there is a certain moment in the film when one of the characters is awoken by an alarm clock. for some reason, the image of the clock on the screen and the persistent ringing as said character fumbled to turn it off drew my attention away from the film and to the subject of alarm clocks and their influence on society. go figure. our lives are so regulated by time--waking up for this and running late for that--it's odd to think what it would be like without such paradigm. better, i think. it's kind of insane that we actually program ourselves to get a certain amount of sleep and to run on a certain schedule that probably isn't suited to our body's natural way of doing things. what would it be like if we didn't have these time restraints? now, i'm not saying the invention of the alarm clock is the sole guilty party here; i'm sure we would have found some other way of controlling our lives and waking ourselves up without it, but it does play a part, and for some reason that five second scene in the movie made me wonder about its background.
one time when i was younger and was sitting in one of the countless doctor's office/hospital waiting rooms that occupied much of my childhood, i came across an article in a magazine about a book some guy had written on this subject. it was only a small tidbit of an article, but i still remember it now (that's not saying much, considering i remember what people wore to all three years of middle school picture-day). the author had written based on his experience of living without a watch--and without paying attention to his timing to things--for some significant amount of time. he said he felt liberated and free, recommended people follow suit, and condemned our deadline-drive society. it was cool; my nine-year-old self wanted in.
my present-day self still thinks this guy is onto something. it would be quite the experience to abandon all notions of time and live, in just this sense, naturally. i'm pretty obsessed with knowing the time, and just recently stopped wearing my watch because it became slow and non-functioning. just this mild abandon was sort of freeing, although i still find ways to know the time almost constantly and plan on getting another watch soon. but this idea still fascinates me. that, or i'm just creating some pretentious, thought-provoking euphemism for the fact that i don't like waking up early.
oh hey.
it's Christmas.
as the years go by, it seems to feel less and less like Christmas when the time comes around. and it also seems more sad and lonely. perhaps this isn't really the case, and it always feels the same, i just read it more favorably in retrospect.
that said, merry Christmas, fools. it's important to remember the real "reason for the season" (i abhor that phrase), so to help us in doing so, here is a lovely recollection of the nativity story. enjoyz:
1 'Roun dis tiyem, Caesar Augustus wuz like, "I can has cenzus?"2 ('Coz while Quirinius was Teh Boz of Syria, is invisible census!)3 And all teh doodz went home for teh saying, "I is heer!"4 So Joseph went from Naz'reth to Judeeah to Bethlehemm whar David wuz bornededed, 'coz David wuz hiz graete-graete gran-daddie,5 An Mary went wif him, 'coz she was gonna be married wif him an she was preggerz.6 When wuz time for teh baybee,7 it wuz a boy, so he wuz wrapd in blanket like burrito an placd him in fud dish, cuz innkeeper wuz liek, no room here kthxbye!
[edit] Sheep-doodz n Angels
8 Then there wuz sheep-doods in teh field, an they wuz watchin teh sheep in teh dark. Iz vry vry boring. srsly.9 An suddenly, visible angel! An glory! O noez!!10 But teh angel sed, "is ok, you can has gud news for all teh doodz!11 Todai in da city ov David, you can has sayvur! is Christ da Lord! w00t!12 Is sign fer u, find da baybee wrapd like brrito in a big fud dish."13 An suddenly, moar angelz! They sez, 14 "w00t to teh Ceiling Cat! An peace fer doodz he luffs! Kthxbai."
15 An when da angelz go invisible again, sheep-doodz sed, "sweet, nao we find teh brrito-baybee sayvur!"16 So dey left da sheeps (sheeps r vry borng) and found Joe an Mary and da baybee in da fud dish.17 An when dey saw it wuz baybee an not brrito, they told evrywun he wuz kewl,18 An all teh doodz who herd were lyke, "neat-o brrito!"19 An Mary wuz lyke, "o rly?"20 Teh sheep-doodz sed, "Yay fer Ceiling Cat! Was not invisible brrito!"21 On dai noomber ate, it wuz tiem 2 circumcize him (iz laik getting fixd) an they called him Jebus, 'coz teh angel sed tht wuz hiz name.
-lolcatbible.com is god, literally.