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(Wilson, To the Finland Station)

I’m getting a “Marx was goth / Engels was prep” vibe here

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As she felt this cool night wind blow against her face, and heard her leather boots creak with their familiar little creakings, and thought of the cake she had made yesterday for their tea today, and fumbled with the handle of Mr. Evans’ stick as the next best thing to holding his hand, it seemed to her that this masculine desire to create some “important” future was one of the dreariest mockeries of human values that existed in the world.

“I have a round head pointing to Heaven,” said Wukong, “and square feet walking on Earth. Similarly, I have nine apertures and four limbs, entrails and cavities. In what way am I different from other people?” The Patriarch said, “Though you resemble a man, you have much less jowl.”

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philippesaner:

Hey, @nostalgebraist. Stumbled across this thing while looking for one of your posts.

At first I assumed you were just cross-posting between two sites, but on closer inspection the wordpress is missing a bunch of your posts. And the About page is blank, which seems unlike you.

So what’s up?

I imported a bunch of posts over there back when I was playing around with tumblr –> wordpress import, but then I realized that wordpress.com kinda sucks and I was better off running Wordpress on my own, so I did that.  I should probably take those wordpress.com posts down sometime.

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“The Fellowship persists.
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He looks to be a buttery boy.
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Yes, of course.
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Y'all ok?
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The Fellowship persists.

He looks to be a buttery boy.

Yes, of course.

Y'all ok?

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nostalgebraist:

Last night I was going to write a post about how Tim and Eric had effectively broken up as a duo, and how Eric had gone off to a normal acting career (in Master of None) while Tim had continued doing Tim and Eric type stuff with Gregg Turkington – the two collaborating in the same patterns as T&E used to, “Tim and Gregg” in all but name – and how this revealed that Eric was the key driver of their comedy, since all of the “Tim and Gregg” stuff is so much worse, like a bad imitation that doesn’t get why the original worked –

– but then I noticed that a new season of Tim and Eric’s Bedtime Stories started airing in September, so they’ve worked together recently, time to find out whether their time apart has altered the nature of the alchemical Tim/Eric mixture

Season 2 of Bedtime Stories is far, far worse than Season 1, which is disappointing but does confirm my original sense that “Tim and Eric” the duo effectively doesn’t exist anymore

(The closest it gets to the old vibe is in “Angel Man,” which is a sequel to Season 1′s “Angel Boy,” so possibly based on ideas from years ago.  Some nice little “aesthetics of error” bits in there, like the way everyone refers to a large truck as a “big boy truck,” or a nurse advising a nursing home patient to violently break out of the home while clearly within hearing range of other patients and staff)

She fixates on the fifteen minutes of fame a news-celebrity named Michael has earned after buying up his local Wally Supermarket’s entire, and increasingly ample, supply of veal.

Hypothesis: much, perhaps all, of the bad behavior we associate with social media is not caused by social media, but is normal social behavior that used to take place behind hundreds of millions of closed doors and is now public enough that we can’t pretend the patterns didn’t exist

(E.g. “Facebook swung the election by creating echo chambers full of Russian fake news” – or maybe people have always been willing to believe in stupid rumors that confirmed their prejudices, but rumors used to travel mostly via ephemeral sound waves, and now we have records of the whole sordid process unfolding)