On my way out, downwind from the front entrance, I really got a whiff of the thing. It smelled like an air horn sounds. Like cosmological smelling salt. It smelled like the best poetry, that which helps a man “reclaim substance and sense, and physical and psychological reality.
On the corpse flower’s “indifferent, cosmic energy.”
Kent Russell and John Jeremiah Sullivan war for my humanist non-fiction heart. They’re on another level.
Did I somehow not post this? How did I not post this?! I am panicked, sweating, at the prospect of having failed to share this, my favorite video of the past month. I feel like An0nymooose’s source songs become more complex with each new clip, which is so impressive considering his mode of creating a story FROM the song.
It’s not quite the future of stop motion animation, but it’s certainly futuristic. I suspect in 5 years, there will be super intuitive spinoffs of Steam Filmmaker available to kids and the young-at-heart. Scratches the same itch as 3D Movie Maker for Windows did me… But Steam Filmmaker has a slightly higher bar for entry.
With any luck, this will be a career someday.
Long after I’m dead– enjoy, futurekids.
I come to believe that the only way to behave ethically in this sweltering capitalist nightmare is to give and give. Violate the hell-machine with sacrifice and care. There is nothing you need. Not even life itself.
Look at the glee expressed by the attendees. Like the guy pictured in the thumbnail in the blue shirt– he literally dances through his insults of protesters. He dances up and away.
The woman who says “If you don’t speak English and you don’t contribute, get out” immediately turns away from the camera to walk away. Her body language says “I think this is a mic drop moment, but deep inside I know I’m scared.” Or maybe I’m projecting.
Biblical imagery made real in where else but the Fertile Crescent.
They didn’t even have to bear the responsibility of educating you and they did it anyway.
This takedown of Trump caught me where others hadn’t as of late. I think it’s the pinpointed moments where Trump has rolled over to expose his belly in deference.
Remember when some children predicted some massive wars and so we hid their third prediction for a while, just ’til everything cooled down a bit? Nah? I didn’t.