“We entertain ourselves with skepticism or, at worst, cynicism. But we govern ourselves with apathy or, at worst, credulity.” (83)
“Cynics bore even themselves eventually. However, as a land of perpetual reinvention and of many frontiers, and founded on ideas and imagination, America had a solution within its genome. It could create fictions to replace the things from which cynicism had drained its faith. It could become a novelized nation.” (232)
“After all, if you’ve already made reality a show, what’s the point in making a reality show at all?” (262)
so, the thing with the internet is-it’s not actually any basic person’s friend. and the thing with friends is that they will come over for an hour on a thursday night before you both independently go back to the city that you met in to go to a party on your birthday when you live (literally) down the street from each other. but hey, electric ladies are hard to catch, and always current. when you’re busy-it’s understood that you will maximize your hour being terrible people who make fun of clueless doods who think it’s coo to #wcw you at the same time as they apply that nonsense to c and d-list porn stars (thanks for posting that peanut butter and jelly vagina, homie-we can’t unsee that shit-eeew) hashtag, that’s just not classy. but the belly laughs made me a hypocrite-i say that i’m not impressed by emojis and spelling errors and “lols” but all of that on your page (and mine) contributed to some serious laughing out loud. all in all, it was a dalliance, and it was part of my summer of freedom (i’m serious-“6 months on, 6 months off” is the best relationship model i’ve heard, and if you’re down…holla) and now it’s over. don’t tell me that i suck and i was lucky to meet you. a) because it’s not true at all and b) BECAUSE WE NEVER MET. but maybe next time you’ll figure out that bugaboo is not the way to go, and if you must call and message incessantly, you should probably go out and do some shit so you can have something to talk about. like when chris rock suggests that you should go get stabbed in the neck with a pencil so you’ll have a new story to tell. just like that.
“Actual presidents-and people who wanted to be the actual president-caught on quickly. The pursuit of the presidency is now a contest of narratives. Create your own and get it on the market fast, before someone-possibly your opponent, but probably the media-creates one for you. Poor Al Gore learned this lesson far too late. The successful narrative is judged only by how well it sells. Its essential truth becomes merely a byproduct.” (233)
“The great thing about living vicariously is that you only take on yourself the admirable aspects of the person through whom you are living vicariously. Their flaws don’t exist in you; therefore, their flaws don’t exist at all. Thus can Limbaugh pop pills, Bill Bennett gamble with both fists and a steam shovel, Newt Gingrich chase tail all over Capitol Hill, and Bill O’Reilly engage in creepy phone-stalking that would have embarrassed Caligula, while all four make a comfortable living talking to America about the crisis in the nation’s values. More than anything else, the ‘culture war’ is a masterpiece of niche marketing. Buy Us, not Them.” (109)
“This might have been enough to sink most careers but, once carved, a niche is forever.” (124)
and so this brings us to why our current brother switching mayoral madness makes any kind of sense. once again, i maintain my stance that the fords are not the castros-and i’m not actually surprised at how unbelievable this machine has to keep becoming in order to stay running. there’s a mayoral debate at st. andrew’s church on king and simcoe tonight, but still no official word if dougie will attend. well, here’s hoping he arrives fashionably late with c-notes in his hands to make it rain on the homeless folk who sleep outside that church. or tim horton’s vouchers, whatever.
i made an 8-egg omelette for breakfast today, and that’s most of my tiny brunch party food that’s done. the trade show (and breakfast at the ritz-hey, my amazing work) only served to continue my teeny living, and as one of my first non-imaginary exes reminded me last week, i’ve had these tendencies since back then and, my name anagrams to A MINI CHALLENGE. (thanks, bridey-for everything and all you are).
does anyone else feel a guilt for trapping mice? i’m feeling some serious anxiety over mouse murder (it’s a fucking guillotine!) but i don’t want the fuckers in my house and it’s a quick death, right?
it’s like ending any relationship that isn’t working for you-feeling bad about doing it doesn’t make it the wrong thing to do, yea? who knows. who knows anything. i’m burning sage and huffing essential oils (oh-all those advocates for peppermint oil repelling mice-i haven’t had any success with that) and hoping that suffices for a proper blessing and memorial of their spirits.
“In doing so, it has created a demand for inexpertise-or, more accurately, anexpertise-whereby the host is deemed more of an authority the less he is demonstrably polluted by actual knowledge.” (104)
“Of course, if everyone is an expert, then nobody is. The worst thing you can be in a society where everybody is an expert is, well, an actual expert.” (154)
branches used: parkdale
cd left on 29: les nubians-one step forward,
donated to the library: the ponderosas-until dawn (thanks for the bday wish eirene and tau, and for environmental vancouver bands with singers that have tones and phrasing that remind me of amalia)
library materials returned: divergent, carsick, web therapy season 2, the sapphires
listening to: dionne farris and charlie hunter duo
inspired by: rachelle elie