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when i see something like this, I think of Steve. A perfect storm of composition, lyrics, and computer game graphics. Think of one of his techno masterpieces brought to life... even, dare I say it, Anime Action.
I'm sure there would be a good character to play Coye charging down the hall.
First, a memory tool I'm working on; it's XML based so I'm going to be throwing up Romans 8 and 7 up there sometime tomorrow. Can have as many chapters as needed...pretty cool.
In fact, when I woke up at 4AM this morning with this song inextricably blaring over and over again in my head, I thought to myself, "oh my. I--right here--have become this man's little literary achievement."
That sounds like the sort of fetishizing of high culture that I might expect from Harold Bloom... but not from you, Coye! This masterpiece seemlessly blends and satirizes a range of genres (the corporate email, the memo, the water-cooler conversation, the staff meeting, the Zombie movie, saccharine pop music... need I go on?), not to mention computer generated animation and studio recording techniques. It's trenchant critique of American society should not be discounted, either. Inanity, indeed!!! The very idea!!!
Wait a second, Andy. It's your hegemonic, Frankfurt school, sunshine socialism that can't read "inanity" as anything but pejorative. The inane is a fundamentally human activity necessary to life and culture. If you weren't so hopelessly adrift in an elitist Poundian schema, you could recognize the inane as the necessarily unnecessary excess that provides hope for life being anything other than a prison. Stop trying to force the free play of organic human production into T.S. Eliot's classicist fascism and take a cue from your buddy Einstein: "No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it." It's inane, Andy. It's beautifully and wonderfully inane.
I really wish that the creator of this video clip could see the high-browed critique and exultation inspired by the product of his saturday-afternoon-boredom-zoombie-video-game fetish.
I raise a toast... "Long life and good health to the extensive vocabulary!"
Inanity, the hip new savior? Soundens like a play to make the seaward vestals never mind the outward tracings minden nothing; ever said so strangely if my alabaster jar was empty! I mean, stamping streams had better never give of moments to lifervescent tendrils sprung toward meThinkingWilderThan springing magenta stretching in spirals toward oblivion.
It can't be. Inanity is the wrong word. Otherwise:
But still, the fact that your reading it kills the illustration. Perhaps if this last section above, generated as it was by computer's random algorithm, sat forever in the unread portions of my machine's hard drive, then--and only then--might I be able to give a specimen of true inanity.
I used this song (with a different video) to teach my rhetoric class today. It is, in fact, a literary triumph. Thank you, Andy, for helping my students learn how to analyze context.
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not unreasonable at all...
I like the Dawn of the Dead allusion to "living your whole life in a mall," or something like that.
if it has a fault, it's that it's too catchy
all we wanna do is eat your brains...
when i see something like this, I think of Steve. A perfect storm of composition, lyrics, and computer game graphics. Think of one of his techno masterpieces brought to life... even, dare I say it, Anime Action.
I'm sure there would be a good character to play Coye charging down the hall.
First, a memory tool I'm working on; it's XML based so I'm going to be throwing up Romans 8 and 7 up there sometime tomorrow. Can have as many chapters as needed...pretty cool.
Second, check out these family chops!
Oh, Coye, Keven P is trying to get in touch with you ala your yahoo. still checking?
Dave-- the video is fantastic. You're pretty good, but the small guy in the middle steals the show.
Coye, I disagree. It has to be this catchy.
In fact, when I woke up at 4AM this morning with this song inextricably blaring over and over again in my head, I thought to myself, "oh my. I--right here--have become this man's little literary achievement."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCfpUygc6kw&NR=1
you know, if a post was ever crying out for an "inanity" label, it is this one...
That sounds like the sort of fetishizing of high culture that I might expect from Harold Bloom... but not from you, Coye! This masterpiece seemlessly blends and satirizes a range of genres (the corporate email, the memo, the water-cooler conversation, the staff meeting, the Zombie movie, saccharine pop music... need I go on?), not to mention computer generated animation and studio recording techniques. It's trenchant critique of American society should not be discounted, either. Inanity, indeed!!! The very idea!!!
Wait a second, Andy. It's your hegemonic, Frankfurt school, sunshine socialism that can't read "inanity" as anything but pejorative. The inane is a fundamentally human activity necessary to life and culture. If you weren't so hopelessly adrift in an elitist Poundian schema, you could recognize the inane as the necessarily unnecessary excess that provides hope for life being anything other than a prison. Stop trying to force the free play of organic human production into T.S. Eliot's classicist fascism and take a cue from your buddy Einstein: "No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it." It's inane, Andy. It's beautifully and wonderfully inane.
I really wish that the creator of this video clip could see the high-browed critique and exultation inspired by the product of his saturday-afternoon-boredom-zoombie-video-game fetish.
I raise a toast... "Long life and good health to the extensive vocabulary!"
Inanity, the hip new savior? Soundens like a play to make the seaward vestals never mind the outward tracings minden nothing; ever said so strangely if my alabaster jar was empty! I mean, stamping streams had better never give of moments to lifervescent tendrils sprung toward meThinkingWilderThan springing magenta stretching in spirals toward oblivion.
It can't be. Inanity is the wrong word. Otherwise:
commercial external tear aesthetic content betwixt narc boob castoff overspreading sartorially prearranged germanium.
But still, the fact that your reading it kills the illustration. Perhaps if this last section above, generated as it was by computer's random algorithm, sat forever in the unread portions of my machine's hard drive, then--and only then--might I be able to give a specimen of true inanity.
I used this song (with a different video) to teach my rhetoric class today. It is, in fact, a literary triumph. Thank you, Andy, for helping my students learn how to analyze context.
I couldn't be happier that my little find did someone some good.
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