910hi Joanna.
I still can’t get over how incredibly awesome this video is.
Get Back Motherfuckers.
Where are all the seedlings we grew for violins? / Down in Jersey Lumber, still in prosthetic limbs
Jesse Lacey
He would be so ashamed of me.
A Point of Clarification
I realize I probably was just guilty of the crime of “obscure beginner blog writer.” As such, I would like to inform the non-existent public of my intentions with this blog. And that awful title.
I don’t think we listen enough. To anything. I mean, look at the state of Top 40 music. Or the fact that the abused son of Jag and CSI: is currently the most watched television show in America. Or that virus makers (whoever they are) still don’t recognize Macs as viably attackable, even when, I’d imagine, the majority of the upper-middle class would prefer to have a MacBookPro than that awful touchscreen HP that has the Tim Burton-esque advertising campaign.
The point is, a public that does not listen functions about as well as a family that does not listen: we fight constantly, miss each other’s basketball games, and eventually develop:
a) a cocaine problem,
b) a girl/guy/goat on the side OR
c) end up on Oprah trying to explain away the children’s disappearance.
While I’m not sure how any of those options translates to the metaphor about the general public (although I’m fairly sure the guy/girl/goat, heretofore acronym’d as GGG, is Lady Gaga). I just think that we sometimes need to listen to just how fucked up we are as a culture in order to facilitate the decision to get more fucked up OR turn this boat around. The decision has probably already been made (hint, the former wins), but trying to affect change never really hurt anyone I guess. Except maybe John McCain.
So… that’s about the general consensus of my pop culture intentions with this tumblr.
Side Note: How on EARTH did they come up with the name Tumblr? Seems strange. Oh well.
There will be little wrinkles in the fabric, such as when I actually write something worthy of being put up here, but in the meantime, enjoy (you nonexistent followers) the fruits of my mind… eh. That didn’t sound right. But, like a typewriter, once it’s on the blog… IT’S ON THE BLOG.
cheers.
