Monday, May 14, 2007

Blogger Ennui

I don't know what's gotten in to me. Is it yoga? Or does it have something to do with a culture that glorifies huge plastic animals nailed to billboards in our faces, and then throwing them out, as some kinda perfect world economic order we should all kiss more ass to have even more of? Beats the fuck out of me. I don't know when I'll return to my senses. I could care less really.

4 comments:

possum said...

I recommend amphetamine salt, which is the generic for Adderall. Perk your ass right up!

Rusty said...

I had one of these moments at Barnes and Noble Saturday (during a shopping trip where we visited Best Buy, Lowes, Target, Bed Bath and Beyond).

I was reading Lewis Lapham's Notebook in Harper's, which I won't bother linking to since it's pay only. A substantial portion of it was dedicated to talking about Arthur Schlessinger's life and how generally fucked-up and inadequate most history is, and the same old canard about how people are doomed to repeat it. I think. That's my recollection anyway.

There was a quote I came across, not by Schlessinger, that read: the four most expensive words in the English language are "this time it's different."

Later, when dinner ended early, we made another unexpected trip to Barnes and Noble to kill some time before a podcast interview. I was looking at the titles of some of the books on the shelves (utter fucking crap) and re-remembered how silly history makes most cultures look. Campaign slogans from the 19th century ran through my head.

There's no moral to this story other than perhaps to say we've all been there fellas.

possum said...

I think this feeling must be contagious. I'm depressed about blogging and possums don't even blog!! We just eat garbage!

Grayson said...

I had to pare down the hate-monkey bile of this post. Even one good person thinking I was writing bad stuff about them (when I was not) didn't sit well with me.