Ah, North Carolina
got coffee all over my folders.
oops.
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An artificial appropriation of different styles from different eras, the hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture lost in the superficiality of its past and unable to create any new meaning. Not only is it unsustainable, it is suicidal. While previous youth movements have challenged the dysfunction and decadence of their elders, today we have the “hipster” – a youth subculture that mirrors the doomed shallowness of mainstream society.
Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization | Adbusters Culturejammer Headquarters
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Mix-Matched Sox Are the New Hotness
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Ah, North Carolina
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got coffee all over my folders.
oops.
nice find from my twitter pal @targuman (Does God advertise? – Targuman).
between Santa and Jesus, God doesn’t have much of a shot these days.
Bridging the Gap: Boethius’ Consolation of Philosophy
finished this up tonight.
man, i LOVE Boethius and his Consolation of Philosophy (his Tractates ain’t too shaby, either…you can read them online with that link…read them on the Kindle earlier tonight). forgot how much i love this stuff. first fell for it while working on my Masters at Yale in a class on pre-Dante Christian philosophy. what a class.
anyway, serious serious love. i feel so excited that i rediscovered it. yeah, i’m a dork.
you can even read the whole thing on Google Books. go do it now and then tell others to go and do likewise. our world needs Boethius.
woah, good stuff.
Bridging the Gap: Boethius’ Consolation of Philosophy
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O wretched minds of men! O blinded hearts!
In how great perils, in what darks of life
Are spent the human years, however brief!-
O not to see that Nature for herself
Barks after nothing, save that pain keep off,
Disjoined from the body, and that mind enjoy
Delightsome feeling, far from care and fear!
Therefore we see that our corporeal life
Needs little, altogether, and only such
As takes the pain away, and can besides
Strew underneath some number of delights.
so sad from Plutarch…
“The messenger you sent to report the death of our little child seems to have missed me on the way as he travelled to Athens; but when I reached Tanagra I learned of it from my granddaughter. Now the funeral, I suppose, has already been held — and my desire is that it has been so held as to cause you the least pain, both now and hereafter; but if you want something done that you are leaving undone while you await my decision, something that you believe will make your grief easier to bear, that too you shall have, so it be done without excess or superstition, faults to which you are not at all prone.”
ah, the Consolation genre (paper coming soon)…