I want to log into every billion dollar company site I have an account with and delete the account. These parasites always intone to their symbiotic characteristics, but honestly as of late I have been light-headed due to low blood volume.
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The cornershop was peeling back the layers during a renovation and torn out this cool old sign
Later, I am going to walk to the recreation centre with the kid and she will swim about and then I will travel to central London and chat with a pal. Perhaps look at a watch and secure some wooly socks.
The lizard line will do the major rolling on this bright, cold day.
The format of the interview has been hollowed out by the podcast and its million chortling, facile practitioners. Their tiny offerings insult, but this film shows a success or two in this format when it was taken a bit more seriously. The interviewer chases the subject seeking revelation and this desire is rewarded. The various waffling of the interviewer present a fair net to catch cogent ideas that the films offer and the film-maker was seeking.
The maze of the mind is where reality is determined and while the lights flash and the sounds grow loud or quiet, the stage of thought is where we find truth and meaning and the cast of ideas at play in our lives. The things we think are strong break us as in “Full Metal Jacket”, our desires lead us to destruction that was always there as in “Barry Lyndon”.
The craft of the interview is still alive and flourishing in other locations.
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I like my social media like, I like my shopping centres. Pleasant, uneventful places to meet up with friends. Many social spaces come and go: cafes, pubs, record stores, restaurants. The internet has an interesting dynamic of attraction and bunching, like hydrogen in space, without the physical constrains of our bodies and position in space, just our command of language, we gather together fast, in large numbers and with dramatic reaction. This paradoxically more difficult, due to the ease of participation.
Facebook with its onerous terms and conditions was never a nice place to meet. That site, I rejected early for the terrible terms and loathsome conditions became more repellent with every apology and injury to the societies which it inhabits. As I have typed previously, the new venture, Metaverse, is the Gingerbread House that the Wicked Witch is building in the forest to trap children to boil in the cauldron.
Years ago Twitter was a large oasis from the snares of Facebook, but then the engagement efforts brought streams of emotionally charged messages to the forefront and sidestepping the equivalent of dog shit became another task in this previously pleasant public(ish) space. Then the rich car and rocket guy, determined to be ridiculed in all perpetuity set to work on ensuring that the dog shit was larger and more difficult to avoid while honking about American law to an international audience. His stupid proclamations are reminiscent of the days of yore when lead poisoned kings be-knighted frogs and ignorance rolled over the hills like time-lapse clouds. Never one to eave a party because the host has lost his mind, but still.
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Rodney Sanches
