Bir başkadır benim memleketim (Something else my homeland is) Turkish song from the '70s Turkish melodrama is a billion-dollar industry, with an export value second only to that of shows made in the US. 'Dizi,' the term of choice for these sweeping, soapy affairs, that are marked by heavy dollops of drama, lush original scores, … Continue reading One of the best shows on Netflix is a Turkish soap
Re-watch Rumination 101 | a post about Community
So I'm wrapping my second re-watch of Community -- as well as the third. Bear with me. I'm looking up the dates of when seasons run and I'm figuring it out myself. It turns out Community's troubled lifecycle align with the phases of my early twenties. I'm also framing it within a J̴̝̦̼͕̹̣͇̯͙̅̑̌͝ͅȩ̸̧̼̻͓͖̭̥͈́̕s̶͖̆̌̈̏̒̋͋̾̕u̸̦̦̔̉̊͒͒̐̿̆ŝ̸̡̪͔͎͍̬̂͗̎̌̚ analogy, which … Continue reading Re-watch Rumination 101 | a post about Community
The best scene in Tinker Tailor (2011)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfU7M3RU63I&list=LL&index=1 Not the whole scene, but you should watch it anyway. Benedict Cumberbatch said about working in this scene that all he had to do was sit back and enjoy Gary Oldman do a one-man show. God bless, so do we. "What did he say?" his character asks a tipsy, midnight hour Smiley. A protagonist … Continue reading The best scene in Tinker Tailor (2011)
The Purple Pill
Zizek used to argue that the Matrix wasn't so much about uncovering truth, but uncovering fantasy. That the initiate doesn't really want to escape the trappings of his simulated existence, so much as have a world of escapism to retreat to. (We should now add one's Wonderland can easily be 4chan.) "I want a third … Continue reading The Purple Pill
Four theories for a failed seduction | Kafkaesque
In vain did Casanova plead and protest; Delilah's version of events had won the jury easily and definitively. The more he tried to trace the faint outlines of romance that brought him to her chambers that fateful night, the clearer it became that all the signs and suggestions took place only in his mind, indeed, … Continue reading Four theories for a failed seduction | Kafkaesque
Fun Times in Reactionland | a memoir & a menagerie
Flavors of alt-right douchebag at hellish birthday bash
TOOL suck | but I still love them
Tool lyrics do read a bit like Maynard's therapy notes: "I've been wallowing in my own confused / and insecure delusions." And that's what most people need, therapy. But Maynard was the kind of rockstar who put you on a walkabout, stepping through your shadow and prying open your third eye. In the same lyric, he continues: "I wanna feel the change consume me / feel the outside turning in / I wanna feel the metamorphosis and cleansing I've endured." It's 'Break on Through' for the post-grunge generation, candid about the breaking, too, eventually: "[I choose to] kill and die and to be / paranoid and to lie / hate and fear and to do / what it takes to move through[5]"
The last lecture
This thing about deferring. Don’t come yet. Never come. The case is never finalised.
Fruiting bodies
Paradise Rot by Jenny Hval (who's usually an acclaimed musician) starts off as a fairly normal novel of expats and sexual awakenings. And then this: PARADISE ROT, Jenny Hval
Lyotard’s shit
Why, political intellectuals, do you incline towards the proletariat? In commiseration for what? I realize that a proletarian would hate you, you have no hatred because you are bourgeois, privileged smooth-skinned types, but also because you dare not say the only important thing there is to say, that one can enjoy swallowing the shit of … Continue reading Lyotard’s shit