A couple weeks ago while waiting for the library to open I got into an awesome little rap session with a kindred spirit. One thing that really stood out (been thinking about it ever since) was this bit about he and his wife becoming DNA clones by virtue of all the genetic information they exchange via physical intimacy and living in close proximity to one another. I thought this was a fascinating premise, one that could be extended beyond intimate relationships to our everyday, mundane encounters and even our violent back-and-forths.
Speaking of which…
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Published April 11, 2015
God , The Sublime
Tags: God, The Sublime
As comedian Eddie Izzard once remarked(?) the only thing ironic about this song is the fact that none of the things mentioned are ironic…which in a way makes it a great song ABOUT irony.
I’m really starting to think ‘the thing we call God’ IS irony (or should it be ‘the thing we call irony’ IS God?). Ever notice how any time we try to force an absolute something pops up that contradicts it? Hell, I was just contradicted WITHIN that last sentence!!! I basically said there are ABSOLUTELY no absolutes. That doesn’t even make sense. (It’s unironically ironic.) But that is PRECISELY the point! ‘The thing we call God’ will always exist OUTSIDE of our realm of understanding, but at the same TIME he/she/it/π exists WITHIN us.
Published April 6, 2015
Tags: The Sublime
It’s not always judgment, sometimes people are just more well-versed in the vagaries of the backs of our hands than we think they are. Our rush to rebuke their words as ‘judgment’ (as well as dismiss their ‘right’ to speak) is a defense mechanism; we are shocked by the fact that they are able to SEE us through our subterfuge of bullshit. We thought we were hiding, but in reality we were exposed, naked, wide open. Oh, and this doesn’t just apply to one-to-one relationships, it also works on a macro level (race-to-race, nation-to-nation, male-to-female, etc.).
Published April 6, 2015
God , Pop Culture , Relativity , Religion , The Sublime
Tags: Evolution, God, Pop Culture, Relativity, Religion, Star Wars, Star Wars: Episode VII: The Force Awakens, The Sublime
Things don’t have to START off real in order to BECOME real. Take this ridiculously popular film franchise for example. George Lucas (and teams of other artists) created a cinematic world so dense, so awe-inspiring that it leapt off the screen and into novels, comic books, cartoon series, merchandise and most importantly US. There’s even a canon that fans are adamant about maintaining. Star Wars is now a thing that both fans and non-fans alike are able to recognize with very little information; a flash of a character’s face, a stab of the score, a sound effect is all it takes to INSTANTLY transport us to its world.
Crazy thing is: This franchise has only been around for a few decades and it’s already achieved this ‘transcendent’ status. Imagine how much REALER it will become when all of the original artists and fans who were aware of its TRUE ‘fake’ origins die off…but yet IT still remains. This endurance is a very REAL possibility because Star Wars is a thing that ‘lives’ within the hearts of MILLIONS of people all over the world (a profound density). People LOVE it and the love is what will, and has, propelled it through time. I don’t know how it will evolve as it comes in contact with different iterations of us along the way, but I’m sure a core principle or principles will remain. I’m sure there will be something there that we would STILL recognize.
And this my friends is how LOVE—and PASSION—subvert TIME. Because no matter how much the thing evolves—like Darth Vader could become a dude named Randy—the love will be the REASON it evolves. Just think about it: The old timeless classics we sing along to—do we sing them out of hate? What about those recipes that have been passed down through generations? The stories? Is it the details of these things that is important or what they are ABOUT that is important? Which one has the ‘devil‘ in? I’m not saying the details are evil, but they do ‘lie.’ Constantly. It’s kinda their nature; they are barely here. They’re ALWAYS evolving, changing shape, functionality, but the love…that lasts forever. Well, I (would like to) BELIEVE it does.
Published March 26, 2015
Tags: Louis CK
“My earliest known ancestor is a guy named Roger. No seriously, that’s his name. Fuckin’ Roger. No sir, admiral, saint shit in front of it. No Jackson, Adams, Winston behind it. Just fucking Roger. What family history can you pull from one regular-as-shit name? Were there other guys named Roger? Did my ancestor know ’em? Did they get into fights? Was it like Highlander? ‘This one name is all I got, I’ll be damned if I share it with a pencil-dick motherfucker like you!’ Did my ancestor say shit like that? Was he an asshole? I don’t know.
“I think when you get to the ‘Roger’ point you should be allowed to just make shit up. So fuck it, Roger was the first black therapist slave. No, even better, he wasn’t a slave, he was JUST a therapist. And not JUST the first black therapist… My great, great, great, great, how-ever-many-more great granpa Roger was the first therapist in fucking history. The king of therapists actually. Had a crown an’ shit. Fuck it. Why not? I could say he invented dominoes if I wanted to, how could anybody prove me wrong? What can you say?…’I don’t think a slave named Roger could’ve done that,’ And I’ll say, ‘He did a’lotta shit before he became Roger. Being the first man in outer space was only one of them.'”
In the past I have had Facebook friends give me names of TV shows to write scenes for and rappers to write bars for. This time I asked my friends to give me the name of a comedian and a subject for a joke. Enjoy…
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Published March 17, 2015
When you’re looking for a reason to dismiss someone because their success intimidates you, challenges you…be VERY careful. Yes, you WILL find something, and yes, it WILL work; the special set of circumstances you have convinced yourself are the REASON for the person’s success will help you put them out of your mind. Only for a very brief moment though. Soon you’ll be seeking outside corroboration. Might even find yourself in some online ghettos where there are smart, eloquent people picking apart the person—who by now has become the bane of your existence…which is ironic because all you INITIALLY wanted to do was dismiss them. And since you have spent so much time TRYING to do this you haven’t even BEGAN to forge your OWN path to your OWN success. Weird.