Blatant hysterical lies do not fall under “news” nor “entertainment”, rather under propaganda.
Blatant hysterical lies do not fall under “news” nor “entertainment”, rather under propaganda.
aRe ThE sAmE!
Then every time Democrats try and pass something meaningful, but are blocked and sabotaged by republicans who have way too much power because of lazy idiots using “all or nothing purity” as an excuse to not vote, those same lazy idiots - who didn’t bother to even do a cursory glance to see how Senators and Representatives voted on bills - go bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe again. And again. And again.
Мамочкааааааа
“It happened to me! To me!!!”
Maybe she could have also gone like this every time Kyiv and/or Odessa and/or any and all Ukrainian cities have been relentlessly attacked for the past 500+ days. But just as I’m not expecting water to be squeezed out of a rock, neither am I expecting reason and empathy coming out of these lazy, cruel, mindless savages.
Potato - potatoe, tomato - tomatoe.
You see 196 as
queer and especially trans friendly
I see it as a garden of shitposting delights.
there’s /r/StarWars and /r/SaltierThanCrait over on Reddit
Those two spaces had differing stances.
There also the case of InterestingAsFuck as opposed to DamnThatsInteresting, because why the fuck does “Fuck” have to be in the title?
But then there’s shameless karma-farming duplicates, like ComedyCemetery and ComedyNecromancy.
If memory serves, this is in Lake Titicaca?
Perelandra!
I read Out Of The Silent Planet and Perelandra as a boy, enjoyed them.
But I couldn’t make it through That Hideous Strength, I put it down baffled and bored one day, and never picked it up again. Now I’m thinking I was too young for it, particularly growing up so far away from the novel’s setting in England.
The first two novels take place in Mars and Venus, so there’s a sense of adventure. But in That Hideous Strength, the mannerisms and situations and dialogue styles are akin to something like Brideshead Revisited in Oxford and/or Cambridge.
While a British boy might get the whole thing intuitively, I grew up in Mexico, so had no mental compass of that world at that age. It was all as confusing to me then as God Emperor Of Dune was later.
They could integrate something like this in a parkour and/or obstacle course, with one of those wave-making pools.
Echoes of The Graduate…
“I’ve got one word for you, Benjamin. One word only. Are you listening?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Plastics.”
Meditation is better advice. By which I mean doing the exercises to approach grounding oneself in the present, sensing and feeling things from that perspective, instead of the YESTERDAY and TOMORROW clashing storms inside our minds.
But one can’t just start meditating one day - “from zero to sixty”, so to speak - and expect immediate results. It’s a discipline, like brushing your teeth every day.
You know… I’ve never really thought about it that way, but my three favorites may be the same most watched.
2001: A Space Odyssey
The Empire Strikes Back
Miller’s Crossing
Sometimes I’ll watch Miller’s Crossing with English subtitles/captions, just to take in all that insane and masterful dialogue, it truly is as if William Shakespeare had written a 1920s mob tragicomedy.
You ain’t got a license to kill bookies and today I ain’t sellin’. So take your flunky and dangle!
Isn’t Grosse Pointe Blank from around '98 or ‘99?
That’s when VHS was on its’ very last legs. I think my first DVD player was from around 2001, by that time the graph line of DVD rising and VHS falling had already intersected, and this was in Mexico, I’m not sure when other parts of the world made the transition, say in the US, Europe or Japan it happened earlier.
That mid-Almodovar peak was incredible, now that you mention it. My personal favorite from that time has to be Habla Con Ella (Talk To Her), in parallel Woody Allen filmography terms I would equate it with Hannah & Her Sisters, in artistic achievement.
Barry Lyndon is currently a rising “underrated masterpiece” topic with most of the best film critic podcasters. My personal favorite film has nearly always been 2001: A Space Odyssey, but I just recently rewatched Barry Lyndon and man… in any other filmography this would have stood alone at the top.
And we still have the rest of Kubrick’s work to contend with… Dr. Strangelove, The Shining, Paths Of Glory, Eyes Wide Shut… it’s just ridiculous.
For a long time now, I’ve regarded two people as my artistic heroes of the 20th century: Stanley Kubrick and John Coltrane. Mark Rothko could be up there, too, I cannot imagine my day-to-day life without his work to stop and look at, or to simply have as a presence in my surroundings.
“…the Rat Pack one with Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin!”
Imagine some crazy guy saying that.
This list of yours needs Werner Herzog’s Aguirre and Fitzcarraldo in there.
This is Old School Cool catnip.
Is there an active Old School Cool instance around these here parts of the internets?
Oh lord… I LOVE Another Green World like few other albums in this world. Up there with Talk Talk’s Spirit Of Eden and Laughing Stock, in my book.
A blunt rewording of Seneca and Stoicism, leaning on the fatalism.
Who’s doing the work in the fields?
Immigrants, mostly from Latin America.