Saturday, April 29, 2006
what isn't?
outside it was raining. i stood in the hall, next to the locked office door, reading my book. a man walked down the hall, in his late 50's, wearing a suit and tie. a week earlier, the same man had asked me to help him forward an e-mail. he always said hi and made sure we knew whenever the board room caterers had leftovers. as he walked by he looked down at my sandals and commented, no socks today? no, i said. it's always more about culture for you kids, isn't it, he said as he went in his office.
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i like your style ...
i don't like your location...
(i am referring to your place of residence. however, i do indeed agree with the stupidity that is the someplace in which you live.)
we are confined to think that our specific dispositions are natural and just (while others are barbaric, reduced to 'just culture' [im sorry but that is the most absurd thing i have ever heard, someone critiquig someone elses cultral practices because it is such, through a cultural constrct known as language no less!]. We are all cultural constructs (but i hedge against thinking of culture as a static singularity, rather it is a process, not an entity... thus it is neither here nore there....singular or multiple, exsistant or non exsistant...Structures are constructed through each interaction, each self-identity is interpellated and determined/determining....watch out for that suit! it will one day kick you in the ass... learn to love your chains as a servant loves a master as a master (good old fredrich tought me that one). The geneology of culture, no beginings, no endings, too often people are disposed to think of a structure as a totality, thus in a sense making it overly hegemonic and incapible of change....and in a sense submitting to it through their own analysis of this totality (thus orthodox marxists burried themselves when they theorized capitalism as a unified totality that allready encompassed the globe....they made their requests for a transition seem futile to their own ideology....to often we become despisers of life......despising movement, praxis, action, imperminance....but wither do we come to from all our stress and aescetics. A method without a center, the center can not hold, it must not hold, for imminent within such concept are the seeds of their own demise....thus the totality bifurbricates into a multiplicity.....the multitude.....Speak to me thus....can you speak to me? Alas, there is no reply, i am speaking to a ghost. ghost writer!!! show thyself!
quicksilver: hey, shove on!
captain america: thank you, quicksilver!
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