Willie Waldman would've been ausome to see tonight. 10 is steep for before-birthday-money-nathan though. have definitely heard of his badassness. someday.
practice peracktize pehrechteece. mus today, the morrow. sound rocks my sinew. told my sister to think about getting me a camera....i thought it was funny.
but it would be sweet tiachaas to have a visual store.
hmmmm....hope to sleep over 3 hours before taco-like dreams take hostages.
practice peracktize pehrechteece. mus today, the morrow. sound rocks my sinew. told my sister to think about getting me a camera....i thought it was funny.
but it would be sweet tiachaas to have a visual store.
hmmmm....hope to sleep over 3 hours before taco-like dreams take hostages.
Not to be an ass, by any means, but by the abject body I was speaking in terms of abject a la Le'a Kent's article about the abject body, in which the abject body is a body that is made invisible in today's society while lingering in the corner to scare us. Take, for example, fatness. Fatness is feared in society today. There are few, if any, fat figures represented in our media--the body is rendered invisible. Yet it's constantly present in it's absence. The picture of a beautiful, thin woman accompanying a diet article is a good example of this. Though the article is about dieting, a thin woman appears because of the way we marginalize and render these bodies invisible. We don't see them because we fear them. Yet this picture and idea of fatness is lingering unseen, compelling us to diet for fear that we may end up looking like this, which society deems untouchable. So I was confused, thinking in these terms, when you spoke of capitalist abjection.
But I totally hear you about the retirement thing. I get disgusted when I see the ways worship of capitalism has become our fucking sense of nationalism...I'll be cheesy and say that we live to work instead of working to live, that we can't view and value ourselves if we're not producers, and that as soon as we stop producing we're a strain to the rest of the world that we worked so hard to build. Fuck.
Fucking crazy. Oh, and I think my load just got lighter. I had a break through and am now zooming through a paper that, with minor adjustment, I can turn in for another class as well. Fuck yeah.