Show us something broken.
Submitted by Mystic Jade.
So I was having a conversation with my friend Debuh about sub-culture and counter-culture and how there's really no strong one floating around out there right now and there very likely can't be because information moves so gosh-darned fast these days and marketing and design and all that hullaballoo has its sticky fingers in just about everything so that even once you get something decent and substantial and amazing and creative and perhaps even subversive and/or revolutionary going it gets, so quickly, appropriated, adopted, emulated, marketed, diluted, and ruined.
The real counter-culture, to really run opposite of the modern world and also not get found out too soon before it gains substantial momentum, needs to be disconnected. Back to the roots! I surmised that they ARE out there. Deep in the forest. Subsisting on wild berries and wild game. Hunting down deer with their BEAR hands.
And finally I have photojournalistic evidence to prove it!
They look so happy and at peace. The revolution won't be televised but it WILL have drippy blood on its mouth.
Also check out that bunny, he is rockin out hardcore. Isn't that the guy you wanna party with?
Word on the street which doesn't exist in the wilderness is that some of these dudes are totally starting to look like bears entirely!
Those of you out there who know me personally (which is highly likely to be the same set as "anyone reading this blog") know that I am an archivist in training. A brother librarian. A glutton for information, its organization, and the places in which we put it. I work at the library. I research at the library. I study at the library. I am even writing this at the library. For the next two years at least, it's likely I will be spending more time here than in my own home. I just watched two people making out, right in front of me, at a desk in the reference section. EGADS.
This is not to say I'm against a little bit of raunchy fun in the library. I have an open mind when it comes to the possible uses of this space. Let's even put on a three ring circus! A good solid makeout session (and for that matter, sex) is certainly not out of the question. We can find plenty of secluded rooms for extra-curricular affairs, some of them even soundproofed to allow for heightened inhibition. Even the "hallowed" ground of the archive itself, with it's strict rules of decorum in the name of preservation, is not "off-limits" in my regard. Among the must and dust and stagnation of long dead paper, an injection of life and flowing blood can be exciting, invigorating, and possibly even beneficial to the archive itself.
But really.... In the REFERENCE section? Where everyone floats through to begin their research, right in front of the virginal eyes of the Reader's Guide To Periodical Literature? I am aghast. Apalled. Offended. It would almost be better were they more explicitly exhibitionist, clearing off an entire table of books, papers, and some poor schmuck's soon to be destroyed laptop to flaunt freedom in the face of all people chained to their studies and all books chained to their location on the shelf. Here they are in the forum. Please, give us a show. Instead they simply twirl each others' hair and stare longingly into each others eyes and whisper sweet nothings into each others' cardigans.
One day I'll be running this show. And you will rue the day, RUE THE DAY!!!!
What's your favorite foreign accent?
Irish is excellent (a county Cork brogue is absolutely infectious). And Southern can be endearing at times. Italian and Latin can be cute. But in the end, I gotta go with Russian. I had a Russian TA once from Moscow and her accent made me melt. Anya! Call me!
What are your personal memories of September 11th?
I was here in NY when it happened. It's hard to find the right words, but you'll find the best I could do at Whippersnapp. If you want more detail than that, feel free to ask.
School just started. I hate school. School? I stick my tongue out at you!
HA! I'll find better things to do. Where's Mommy?!?! I want my MOMMY.
Ahhh crap. This is humiliating. I'm totally gonna throw her thumb tacks all over the floor when she isn't looking. Maybe I'll tear some stuff up later too. Yehhh that's the ticket! ... must.... squirm... loose....
And with that, Craig joined the cadre of lame ass weird people who post pictures and make up stories about the felines that live with them.
Ok....
1) Holy crap!
2) Fringes!
3) Holy crap!
4) Moustaches!!!
5 and most importantly) Do you think these guys are serious? or Joking? I'm inclined to agree with the former (my roommate insists on the latter). I hope they're serious... because if they were joking, I TOTALLY would have been one of these guys back then. And... I'm not entirely sure if I'm comfortable with that.
6) Holy crap!
What was the last game you played?
I believe it was... YOUR MOM!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ohhh man! hahahahaha Ok but seriously umm I'd say it wa... HAHAHAHAHA oh i'm sorry, i'm just thinking about that totally wicked awesome joke i made implying that i played your mother. As if she were a game. Or something. Cuz that was HILARIOUS.
Seriously though? Cranium. We didn't finish. We shoulda played Scrabble instead. ALWAYS shoulda played Scrabble instead. Anyone for Scrabble?
So everyone's up in arms about TheFacebook's new makeover. They have a feed that tells you exactly who updated what and when. It's faaaaaaaaaaaaaaantastic. For stalkers.
I'm pretty amused by some of the responses to it. People have changed their "states" to "so and so is finding this new platform highly invasive" or "so and so is hating the facebook feed. It's an uber stalker tool" or "so and so is thinking facebook is now a threat to national security" (Witty!) and variations on that theme. New Facebook groups have cropped up like the FACEBOOK FEED SUCKS group or the much more professional sounding Students against Facebook News Feed (Official Petition to Facebook) group. Of course, I wouldn't know all this if it weren't for that wonderful feed.(1) Oh crap.... Does that make me a stalker?
But c'mon now. What's wrong with a little stalking here and there? For one thing, did we think that there weren't online stalkers out there? Do you think there's anything on the facebook feed that, with a little legwork, if they really wanted to know, they couldn't find out anyway?
For another, the feed of what you did and when (on Facebook) only shows up to your friends. What's the matter, don't trust your friends? Why did you friend them in the first place? Solution: De-Friend everyone you don't trust. You probably shouldn't be wasting your time with them anyway.
Of course, another option is to embrace the feed. That's right, I said embrace it, right along with the stalkers. We all seem to be pretty full of ourselves right now, thinking there are people out there who not only REALLY want to stalk us, but are also finding this new format the ultimate tool in their quest. Let's imagine for a second that your Stalker DOES exist.... Doesn't that mean that you are, at least in some way, kinda awesome? At least to SOMEbody. Let the facebook feed FEED YOUR EGO. MMMM tastes like self-importance.
Stalkers are a lot like children.
Or Monkeys!
Sure they can be pretty damn creepy. But in the end, ALL THEY WANT IS LOVE!!! Don't we all just want a little love? Don't we all DESERVE a little more love? These creepy things can turn out pretty darn cute if we see them in the right light.
So let's give the facebook feed a chance folks! I'm sure in a couple days, you'll hardly know it's there. And besides, how the hell else am i supposed to know exactly what you're doing when the cams i've set up in your bedroom are malfunctioning?
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(1) As a side note, in a dorky internet sorta way, don't you think it's at all cool to be able to see what sort of movements are happening across the board with your friends? what's catching on, who's catching on, what's not, etc etc etc.
Phrase: "Tie One On"
Meaning: have a drink, get a bit of a buzz, or (less common) get drunk
From: Co-worker Evan
Example: "Before going to babysit, I like to tie one on"
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