In the plot, people came to the land; the land loved them; they worked and struggled and had lots of children. There was a Frenchman who talked funny and a greenhorn from England who was a fancy-pants but when it came to the crunch he was all courage. Those novels would make you retch.
Canadian novelist Robertson Davies, on the generic Canadian novel.
This shit is so true.
Nicola Samori
This reminds me of Francis Bacon, except there are no mutilated bodies, and not a lot of red tones.
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Q: What’s the difference between the 1950’s and the 1980’s?
A: In the 80’s, a man walks into a drugstore and states loudly, “I’d
like some condoms,” and then, leaning over the counter, whispers,
“and some cigarettes.”
SO India has SHITE fucking internet. Tumblr is a bitch to follow, so I shall be back in 3ish months. See ya then.
Have you thought why we get so many photos of people dying in mass media? Neda Agha-Soltan, People Jumping off the WTC of 9-11, the Vietnamese general shooting the north Vietnamese spy?
I have, and my conclusion is that it serves to drive in the gravity of the situation, but the question is that does the public get acclimatised to these set of images, and by extension, do they lose their power?
A question for the people who study mass media. What say you?
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Somehow, ritual drunk-conversation concerning team captains for the apocalypse has become a major part of the lives of 20-somethings. Having been matured in the Grandaddy-crowned masterpiece film (put “A.M. 180” on and forget that you have a job) 28 Days Later and the best-selling …
The Good: Jersey Shore. The Bad: Jersey Shore. The Ugly: Jersey Shore.
I reckon that Jersey Shore is the best argument for and against reality television. It satisfies our quest for a voyeuristic entertainment, it replaces the vaudeville freak show, it serves to show off the depraved nature of American society. In a way, you could say it is the perfect entertainment for the dystopian now. It is independent of timeline, you can air episodes daily, or weekly and it would not matter. It would gain repeat viewers, no matter what. People would love it, people would hate it. It is win win for the networks.
The sane part of me loves and hates reality television at the same time. I love it because I see the potential for the medium. It can inspire and elevate the viewers. I hate it because I see the failed potential. It caters to the average, and provides cheap laughs and potty humor. I also see the financial side to it. It makes financial sense to show this stuff on network television. Just because people would watch it, for fun, or to be grossed out. And that means money, lots of it. It is a definite win for the corporations, and I see that too. Reality TV is just a paradox in a paradox.
Source: dadsaretheoriginalhipsterYour dad wore short shorts before you did and he has the upper thigh tan lines to prove it. It takes a certain kind of man to pull off wearing what most would consider lady attire, but your dad was that man. He walked around with the kind of confidence that said he could properly sex any women, mollywhop any man and escape any law. People today call it swag, but your dad didn’t need a name for it because he had it everyday.
So hipsters, next time you’re cutting a pair of Dickies off to mid thigh so that you can ride your fixie without catching your shorts on your knees, remember this…
If you live to be half the man that your dad was, you’ll still be a disappointment, but at least you’re trying not to suck… which is a start, because you suck right now.
