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this comment looks great next to your avi btwThat appears to be the ideal neoliberal subject these days. A person who demands a world as curated as their timeline.
this comment looks great next to your avi btwThat appears to be the ideal neoliberal subject these days. A person who demands a world as curated as their timeline.
We need a control though, I have always been a pathetically puny superwimp.... I remember someone saying how if I were somehow in a situation where I was stuck outusde and needed to, I dunno, chop down trees to build a shelter and a fire, catch animals to eat, sow crops and so on, I wouldn't do it, I would just consider the enormity of the tasks facing me, give up and lie down to die. Particularly cold, I can't deal with cold, it just destroys me, saps my will to live. I moved to Portugal cos there was a time when we went to meet our friend in Amsterdam and play some records at his art opening and at one point we were waiting outside and this bitter wind blew and cut through my coat and my jumper and stabbed into me like a knife and I thought, in fact I remember saying out loud "fuck this, no more, no more cold winds and shivering, no more huddling up hunched over to keep warm. Fuck this, gonna go and live somewhere where the sun shines and gentrly warms my skin and when I am just standing somewhere waiting for something I feel pleasant and happy rather than wanting to cry". And I do not regret it at all.Comfort is extremely important to me. There was that debate we were having about whether or not a harsh desert planet would really create a race of super warriors... well, I can't say for sure, but I'm experimenting with the inverse question to that "Does living in unimaginably pampered comfort create a pathetically puny superwimp?" results are so far inconclusive but I am determined to keep on with the experiments until I have an answer.
Yeah, I think that comes up in Illusion of the End. There's also a bit where he says the incessant mining of the past will result in the dead outnumbering the living.another cool thing to say would be that a pathologic aversion to death and its symbolic constituents has made the people the living dead
When I was at uni I remember talking with a friend and we were kinda speculating about drugs that we hadn't taken and I think I was saying that I wanted drugs to open my mind, give me new experiences and show me new things... perhaps even increase my creativity etc I sort of disdainfully said that I wasn't particularly interested in a drug that did nothing but made you feel really good. My friend stared at me and said "Why not? That's exactly what I want, from life and from drugs, I want to feel reallly good. If possible really really good". And he had a point. There is nothing worng wtih enlightenment, spirituality, learning and so on... but there is definitely nothing wrong with feeling good, being happy, enjoying stuff. Maybe it shouldn't be the end goal, the overwhelming aim, there are times when it is necessary to feel bad to achieve something or whatever, but in general, all other things being equal, feelinlg good is... good. Learning is great.... if you can feel good while you're learning then that's even better. And that is the same for virtually any situation, I really see no inherent value in puritanism that rejects pleasure. Well, if you like it fine, but it aint for me.theres something terrifying about a drug which makes you feel good and nothing else. i wouldnt go near anything like that personally.
"Even madmen, delinquents and misfits can find a welcome in the new towns, that is, in the rationality of a modern society. Only the death-function cannot be programmed and localised. Strictly speaking, we no longer know what to do with them, since, today, it is not normal to be dead, and this is new. To be dead is an unthinkable anomaly; nothing else is as offensive as this. Death is a delinquency, and an incurable deviancy. The dead are no longer inflicted on any place or space-time, they can find no resting place; they are thrown into a radical utopia. They are no longer even packed in and shut up, but obliterated."another cool thing to say would be that a pathologic aversion to death and its symbolic constituents has made the people the living dead
When I was at uni I remember talking with a friend and we were kinda speculating about drugs that we hadn't taken and I think I was saying that I wanted drugs to open my mind, give me new experiences and show me new things... perhaps even increase my creativity etc I sort of disdainfully said that I wasn't particularly interested in a drug that did nothing but made you feel really good. My friend stared at me and said "Why not? That's exactly what I want, from life and from drugs, I want to feel reallly good. If possible really really good". And he had a point. There is nothing worng wtih enlightenment, spirituality, learning and so on... but there is definitely nothing wrong with feeling good, being happy, enjoying stuff. Maybe it shouldn't be the end goal, the overwhelming aim, there are times when it is necessary to feel bad to achieve something or whatever, but in general, all other things being equal, feelinlg good is... good. Learning is great.... if you can feel good while you're learning then that's even better. And that is the same for virtually any situation, I really see no inherent value in puritanism that rejects pleasure. Well, if you like it fine, but it aint for me.
This can be true. An unsuccessful band or businessman, just starting out with nothing. They are not comfortable and they strive to acheve success and the comfort that comes with it. But Oasis after one album, they've made it big, they have piles of money and big houes and they lack the inncentive to do anything great - bosh another line, yeah that sounds cool let's go to the bar. But I don't think that is fundamental to comfort itself.i associate too much comfort with fat around the middle, mental lassitude, idleness, sluggish metabolism etc. on some level i do find it disgusting and contemptible. have another mr kipling, ooh no, i mustnt, ooh go on be naughty, ooh alright then, just one more fondant fancy, the pink one,
A cold home is a content home, a warm home is grotesquely clammy and suffocating. Reminds me of school. Muggy classrooms full of snot
If you ever invite me round your gaff and I have to wipe my brow from clammy environs, I’ll be forced to leave immediately
another cool thing to say would be that a pathologic aversion to death and its symbolic constituents has made the people the living dead
The problem is, if a boxer can't cut it any more he quickly gets brain damage and fucks off, whereas a band can hang around on the basis of past glories for years. Better bands may come along and surpass them but sadly they don't sock em in the face and lay them out for the count.
Ah, but there's a sweet spot between cold and warm that's apparently unknown to you folks: comfortable.
Trust me Leo, I am extremely familiar with that precise spot. I don't want to say that searching for it has been what has given my life meaning, but, I do like that sweet spot.Ah, but there's a sweet spot between cold and warm that's apparently unknown to you folks: comfortable.