occasionally, i feel like i really don't get enough credit for just existing, for surviving nearly nineteen years as a relatively sane, morally upright, intelligent being. i'd like to start a support group for Survivors of Post-Industrial Society, for people affected by [including but not limited to]: the information age, the Internet, capitalism, postmodernism, globalization, racism, imperialism, misogyny, advertising, paranoia, the cult of celebrity, the Protestant work ethic, patriarchy, meritocracy, hypocrisy, irony, nostalgia, sincerity, reality television, Prozac, myspace, egotism, suburbia, utopianism, brutalism, reactionism, meta-ism, pretension, victim culture...
say what you will
modern life remains a bitter pill
and country life's a magazine
what is happy, baby?
[Rodney Graham]
to continue with my slightly sour mood, things i could do without:
1.
Kurt Halsey; mediocre art about mediocre emotions, and all his characters have the same dull expressions on their faces.
2. people who refer to governmental policies or political opinions as "Orwellian" or "just like 1984"; since 1984 is a dystopia based on the creepiest bits of twentieth century totalitarian ideologies, to call a policy Orwellian is about as profound and useful as calling it Stalinist or Nazi; besides, how applicable are 20th-century analogies to current situations, and isn't it about time we grant ourselves another, more relevant dystopia?
3. hayfever; i don't like it when my body does illogical things, like interpreting tree pollen as poison. unfortunately, its processes are blind and there's little i can do about it.
this, on the other hand, makes me happy. [they aren't merely corporate drones; there's a streak of resistance in every office worker's soul. i would call it the human spirit if i liked using those sort of terms.]