specifically the intricate doodles of a certain Peter
whose videos are made even better by the very calm undertone of his voice throughout
then there’s Mr Juan Rivera, not the baseball player or the explorer or the wrestler. the doodler of fantastic doodles.
he draws a great suspicious cow
one stroke art
if you combine a bookseller, charity, kafka’s metamorphosis and a some talented people that go by The Buck Team, here’s what you get
and then a rather creepy but nonetheless good video by Bo Mathorne
lastly but not leastly,
I just walked into a magical world
of interconnected bright screens
and beautiful and terrible
and frankly quite moronic things
and on these tiny squares appeared a page
nothing but pictures and text
yet they kind of evoked more guilt
than pictures and text have any right to
so here i am
writing the reasonless guilt away
with text shoved into the confinement of a columns
otherwise known as poetry but really
an excuse to not say what you mean but meaning what you say
anyway, procrastination and laziness. that’s all.
I have concluded that staring at a screen for long periods of time listening to anything from Smetana to Blondie to Eddie Izzard isn’t so bad, while still being really quite bad. I can’t always tell whether the benefit of relaxing listening to things I like and laughing and seeing things I like outweighs the disadvantages of my brain sort of lulling into uselessness. Not to forget procrastination. I could benefit from it occasionally, my life like most every other one isn’t constantly peaceful, we’ve managed to build a challenging and stressful society around ourselves and it’s funny because otherwise it could be depressing and that’s the last thing anyone needs. Not challenging in a good way, challenging in a bureaucratic dumb way that somehow we’ve convinced ourselves we need to avoid anarchy and consequential chaos. And maybe the chaos would be consequential only because we’ve been so pampered with desperately extreme order that we wouldn’t know how to regulate our actions and be directly responsible for their outcomes. We don’t like being chained up, we feel self-righteous indignation and rebelliousness, but maybe we should take a beginners course on how to be free without, I don’t know, killing each other off. You’re free and you can do what you damn well want but one would hope that you’d use freedom for happiness. I bet humans are the only idiots who, when given freedom, would so easily create a dystopia. Not all humans, but some who can corrupt all the rest, not necessarily into being bad, but into doing things that would hardly make people happy even for good reasons. Kind of makes existence rhetorical, if you consider that you exist to be happy, or to feel something anyway, because happiness isn’t the only good emotion, they’re all good to have around in measure. Wow this is really getting an existential rant-y ring to it, but if you’re reading this, stay with me, maybe try and think about it, ’cause the least I hope to do is make someone think just a little. If things were as they should, freedom->happiness, but they’re not, so freedom->dystopia, so we’re lazy and we’ve apparently all decided why bother try for an alternative result from freedom.
Alright, here’s my highway of thought. Maybe it’s too easy to rant about society and existence though. I should try ranting about cookies sometime.