There's a weird bit in Tokyo Vice where they go into what's supposed to be a 90s strip club and Kelly Rowland's Motivation's playing, despite being released in the 2010s.
This is the point at which you sprang to your feet in the cinema scattering full fat coke and popcorn everywhere and screamed with eyes ablaze 'can't you see, this is all lies! None of this ever really happened.' There was a gasp from the projection booth and the film ground to a halt, even the spotlights turned off. 8 hours later you awoke on the icy slope of Mount Fujukita completely dead.
That’s a really good post. I am quite new & not very savvy (at all). I immediately felt like a book nerd in a really cool bookstore. I still haven’t quite found my feet in a forum this old/caliber, and I’m sure there’s just such familiarity among so many here, but I feel like when I click on a post I am curious to learn more, dip my toe in & check the temperature,Been thinking about laziness a lot recently. It's been coming up a fair bit here too - the Adam Curtis thread, the state of the forum thread, the one Bliss just made on album art. It's something that can't be avoided, but atm I feel it's something that's becoming a bigger and bigger problem. You can see it in an area like politics in terms of how disinterested the electorate appear to be in actually understanding a given issue. These things are talked about as though they're life or death, but somehow that doesn't translate into genuine curiosity or serious study. The same goes for more or less anything though, particularly online. There's this mad rush to comment on everything despite having no real interest in whatever it is. One of the things I've been wondering is why? Is the superficial interaction that much more rewarding than taking the time to really understand something? Why's the immediate buzz continue to be so enticing?
That’s a really good post. I am quite new & not very savvy (at all). I immediately felt like a book nerd in a really cool bookstore. I still haven’t quite found my feet in a forum this old/caliber, and I’m sure there’s just such familiarity among so many here, but I feel like when I click on a post I am curious to learn more, dip my toe in & check the temperature,
I find it virtually impenetrable. A large reason is my own ignorance of the topic & discourse but, there is also a lot (from my short time pov) of inside jokes & such. So be it. One can’t be at odds with friends & frienemies jousting and taking the piss. I get that.
Maybe I just haven’t dug deep enough, or in the right threads to find what I originally came looking for. Real politik strategies & analysis, but it’s been fun so far. The one negative outcome for me so far as the newness of being here has been sort of a stimulant and I realized I’ve virtually stopped reading actual books. I’m very tactile and reading off the printed page heavily ingrained. The screen kind of gets me dizzy..
I have picked up some great directions book & thought-wise but the majority for me like listening to a foreign language I have no comprehension of.
no you donti love that song
Thank you @william_kenthang in there man!
I'm sort of scared that a real adult has started posting, but I'm sure we'll drag you down
Thank you @william_kent
The truth I omitted is I kind of thought this might be therapeutic for me. I am facing a challenge in my new life as a retiree and although I am very appreciative of being a full time parent for the first time (my wife could only take me being home for about a month) before taking a FT job in Manhattan, smh 🤦
It’s a very strange feeling to have worked so long/many hours. In a job I didn’t/couldnt talk about outside of my co-worker comrades ( a select few at that). I’m taking in the horrors my country is funding/supporting/engaging iwith and feel I’m gonna lose my mind sometimes (melodramatic I know) but as true as I am able to muster. I got pretty banged up
Physically, psychologically etc, and was put in positions where I had to do great harm to avert great harm. Now it’s over. My local bar(s) are with the type of people you describe as friends so long as you’re next to them at said bar. The only subjects to talk about are sports and the general “what’re ya gonna do” mindset of the working class.
Maybe they’re right, but I joined/chose this forum to participate/join simply because there’s a link to it on Mark Fishers wiki page.
That simple. I hadn’t, once again for personal/family concerns been on any social media since MySpace was a thing. And even then, just to follow a band or network.
Anyway, I start typing and it turns into a poorly written soliloquy. You anonymous posters are currently my father-confessors, interactions, in whatever THIS is.
I do have some leads, been asked to help establish a workshop for/about working & labor class history.
Educate & organize as Rosa L put it.
It is still in its seminal phase though.
Don’t you dare! Thanks for the welcome.I've no idea why I post on here
but I'm never going to write my autobiography so at least this place has detourned to "auto fiction" and I can drip feed ancedotes which may have some basis in "truth"
I used to "train" with a prison officer so I've had interactions with "real adults" before, so I was sort of joking, but welcome to the forum and I once owned a Zappa album [0] so don't let the music snobs get you down
[0\ I didn't really like it and I sold it to raise money to buy 'party drugs:" and his sexism rubbed me up the wrong way, but it was funny when he fell of the stage in Hammersmith, so he does have comedy value - not to say he didn't have Miles Davis powers at recognising musical potential though
err.. will probably delete this post after a cig
Don’t you dare! Thanks for the welcome.
What did you train in (some sort of MA I’m guessing). I trained for 12-13 years in judo from the early ‘90’s - @2008, work made it impossible to continue. It helped me very much and I miss it. I’ve thought of going back but after years of rolling on concrete & steel teir fighting jerjkoffs. My left knee no longer has any cartilage (3 surgeries) torn labrum’s in both shoulders, wrist surgery, multiple epidurals on my back,…it just ain’t in the cards anymore.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS
all the prime movers in that scene died over ten years ago at least