Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Guess Which One Has The Most Views
I was going to write a long blog today, but I still don't have anything interesting to talk about, so I'll just say Merry Christmas to my Christian friends, and in the spirit of giving here are some educational videos for you to enjoy today.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Lonely
I guess I should do another blog post purely out of discipline, but I don’t really have anything to write about. I’ve been home for about five days now and I’ve barely left the house. I kind of suspected it would be like this—this will be the first time I’ll spend more than a few days in the new house, in this random town that I don't know. Living just far enough away from my old friends, and not being able to drive, I can’t expect them to come up to visit all the time, so I haven’t been able to initiate any hanging out. Maybe I’ll see them eventually, I don’t know. I just worry I’m starting to go stir crazy; I’m already getting tired of the daily routine: sleep till 3, read, play video games, watch Star Trek until 4 A.M., etc. I’m kind of ready to go back to school, to be honest.
Friday, December 19, 2008
A Time of Darkness
I saw this video on the New Yorker music guy’s blog, where he exalts its mind-searing cheese:
I guess this is the kind of thing super erudite magazine critics find hilarious. Is it because it reaches some heretofore-untapped realm of quadruple-post-ironic cultural vitality? Who knows. Personally I found it only mildly amusing, but I guess my non-smarty-pants average joe perception of entertainment works differently. Frankly I always thought—as far as viral video gold standards go—you can’t do much better than the clip of that local news chick eating shit on some grapes.
I guess this is the kind of thing super erudite magazine critics find hilarious. Is it because it reaches some heretofore-untapped realm of quadruple-post-ironic cultural vitality? Who knows. Personally I found it only mildly amusing, but I guess my non-smarty-pants average joe perception of entertainment works differently. Frankly I always thought—as far as viral video gold standards go—you can’t do much better than the clip of that local news chick eating shit on some grapes.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The Irreconcilable Nexus of Apathy
Where do callousness and therapy meet in the joyful anarchy of horndog antics? How do we reveal facets of our true persona in our methods of exuberant tomfoolery?
One of my housemates mentioned this evening how he had received an unexpectedly cordial, near-apologetic Facebook message from a girl he met at a party last Friday, who he did not particularly expect to hang out with or even see again. He wondered if he should reply. Another housemate had a novel suggestion of how to respond to this heartfelt, courteous token of friendship and gratitude: “Tell her you love her.”
It’s surprising how infectious callousness can be, especially when expressed in the agreeable mode of irreverent humor. While I’ve come to expect this brand of insensitive jocularity from the jesting housemate, I was surprised by my own quickness to join in:
“Send her one of those automated spam messages,” he proposed.
“Yeah,” I added, “like ‘cum check out my hot pix’ or ‘CLICK HERE FOR KEWL APPS’ or something.”
We laughed like hyenas.
Why do we joke like this? This weird mix of irony, self-satisfaction and genuine misogynist aggression seems emblematic of our generation, of our societal class in some way. Is it a catharsis we’re looking for—an outlet for our socio-sexual frustration? Or am I over-thinking it? Are we really sophisticated enough creatures to separate our desire for a laugh and our animal instinct toward social self-preservation?
Tomorrow on HFC: LOLCATS!
One of my housemates mentioned this evening how he had received an unexpectedly cordial, near-apologetic Facebook message from a girl he met at a party last Friday, who he did not particularly expect to hang out with or even see again. He wondered if he should reply. Another housemate had a novel suggestion of how to respond to this heartfelt, courteous token of friendship and gratitude: “Tell her you love her.”
It’s surprising how infectious callousness can be, especially when expressed in the agreeable mode of irreverent humor. While I’ve come to expect this brand of insensitive jocularity from the jesting housemate, I was surprised by my own quickness to join in:
“Send her one of those automated spam messages,” he proposed.
“Yeah,” I added, “like ‘cum check out my hot pix’ or ‘CLICK HERE FOR KEWL APPS’ or something.”
We laughed like hyenas.
Why do we joke like this? This weird mix of irony, self-satisfaction and genuine misogynist aggression seems emblematic of our generation, of our societal class in some way. Is it a catharsis we’re looking for—an outlet for our socio-sexual frustration? Or am I over-thinking it? Are we really sophisticated enough creatures to separate our desire for a laugh and our animal instinct toward social self-preservation?
Tomorrow on HFC: LOLCATS!
Monday, December 15, 2008
We, Sleyan
Originally the header of this blog simply read "... at America's Most Annoying Liberal Arts College." Then I remembered that we didn't quite snatch that esteemed title, at least in the self-satisfied jack-off blogosphere, and I thought I'd shift some words around in the interest of titular accuracy.
But honestly, is it too late to call BS on that classic battle royal? I can't speak to the annoyosity of Sarah Lawrence, but I lived a stone's throw away from Wesleyan for about 10 years and something in my gut tells me that in a hard-science comparison of their laid-back hipster milieu with Hampshire's unrelenting barrage of hyper-affected otherness, we'd KO those motherfuckers back to the midwest/their West Hartford McMansions. (That's kind of random but those just seem like plausible locations for Wesleyan students to originate from: a place where most people don't give a shit about wacky social progressivism, or a place where most people are numb wastrels.)
I guess I never garnered an intimate knowledge of the University even though I got to know a few students but, apart from some weak, derivative "keep Wesleyan weird" campaign that sprouted up a few years back, it was a pretty insular community. I suppose the only back-up I have for my argument is that I have complete confidence in every way that it is not possible for a place to be more continually irritating than Hampshire College.
Which brings me to the mission statement/raison d'etre of this whole blog: I fucking love this place.
More to come, my pretties....
But honestly, is it too late to call BS on that classic battle royal? I can't speak to the annoyosity of Sarah Lawrence, but I lived a stone's throw away from Wesleyan for about 10 years and something in my gut tells me that in a hard-science comparison of their laid-back hipster milieu with Hampshire's unrelenting barrage of hyper-affected otherness, we'd KO those motherfuckers back to the midwest/their West Hartford McMansions. (That's kind of random but those just seem like plausible locations for Wesleyan students to originate from: a place where most people don't give a shit about wacky social progressivism, or a place where most people are numb wastrels.)
I guess I never garnered an intimate knowledge of the University even though I got to know a few students but, apart from some weak, derivative "keep Wesleyan weird" campaign that sprouted up a few years back, it was a pretty insular community. I suppose the only back-up I have for my argument is that I have complete confidence in every way that it is not possible for a place to be more continually irritating than Hampshire College.
Which brings me to the mission statement/raison d'etre of this whole blog: I fucking love this place.
More to come, my pretties....
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Welcome to the Shit
What it is, party people. This is the real shit right here. No lies, no puke--all class.
Hampshire Fucking College.
Enter our lair, and know us.
Hampshire Fucking College.
Enter our lair, and know us.
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