it is a nice day today.

Perhaps you’d be comforted by the man’s own words: I ask of Americans only that they be Americans. I do not ask them to be intelligent, sensible, original. I ask them only to populate a space incommensurate with my own…this is the only country which gives you the opportunity to be so brutally naive: things, faces, skies, and deserts are expected to be simply what they are. This is the land of ‘just as it is.’

We believe that the sun will engulf the earth, so it will. This doesn’t change our behavior, or make us see the sun as a force of evil. It is just the sun, that thing that makes nice days nice.

“What if you died and went to…heaven?

If there were clouds and angels with wings?

Wouldn’t you feel stupid?

In college they said this was all bullshit”

Great post Scott, but my sense of French poststructuralist rigor is crying out for a complete band specific album/book list. You pulled a fast one by mixing and matching like that. Does Jean have a Please Please Me , Wish You Were Here , or Nebraska hiding in his oeuvre?

I’ve been doing some academic exploration of the human condition, recurring situations, and the universals that we “recognize” in eachother vs. whether there is only the perception of recurrence and/or recognition. I think I know what B. would say…and it seems like with your “kiss” example, I know what you might say too, Scotty. And yet…

This takes me back to Dave’s More ludicrous than thou post and the ensuing comments. If we’re all just part of the “grid” that Trow-via-Rachel points out, what’s the f-ing point??
The point is that there is no point?
The fact that I think you’re pretty great is really meaningless or masked?
Are there or are there not things we “recognize” in each other– and are those things “real” or only “hyperreal”?

My brain feels like it’s breathing after reading the greatwhatsit. Thank you.

On a related note, and for more brain-breathing, have some fun with the postmodern essay generator. (This link also provides possible names for your band, if you’re looking.)