One of the best shows on Netflix is a Turkish soap

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)

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]"

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