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Whoo-boy! I exchanged the relative lack of privacy & hippie aesthetics (& dormmates) @ the youth hostel for the cigarette-burned night table, all-night door slamming, & car starting of the local Motel 6 [this is not an endorsement].
The upside? a) I don't have to annoy the rest of the dorm room with my allnightness, b) Television [not the band], c) ...actually, there is no "c". That's about the extent of the benefits but for a bit of painting. So if this gets a bit off track, or my grammar starts to flag, it is probably just the turp fumes not getting sucked out fast enough by the extremely boistrous yet amazingly ineffective bathroom exhaust fan.
But back to "b". Having been without a television for over a year & generally a pop-culture retard besides, i am binging, o yes.
Tonight it was "High Fidelity" on the Oxygen Network where every fuck is freak & the Rob v. Ray/Ian fantasy tell-off scene crescendos with "...i'll shove that ponytail up your AAASSSHHHHH!!!", & CNN. Not sure which was the more disturbing. Really. Both seem to be such interesting portraits of our society.
The need to censor language while we go to war for lies is admittedly moot. I'm focusing on these folk who are beating each other in Wal-Mart®. [this IS an endorsement—if you are idiot enough to think you need to spend money you don't have on things you don't need, you really ought to get yourself down, there's probably one in your town, you won't have to look too far.]
How long has this been going on? I remember the Cabbage Patch Kids back in the 80s, but before that, what was there? The Gold Rush? Oklahoma land grabs? The conquest of the new world?
I cannot remember, but i thought the Cabbage Patch thing was mainly a supply problem. In this current iteration, the melees seem to be spurred by a particularly discounted price. Particularly interesting, i think, in view of the current financial situation of our nation, both as an international entity & its individual inhabitants.
When people [i actually hesititated to use such a generous term] will trample & beat each other over some perceived savings on a non-essential item, i wonder @ the power we grant corporations to define our sense of self, desire, & indeed, need.
For my money, if i turn out all the lights, i can watch Cusack bail into a rain-muddied flowerbed to the tune of Dylan's "Most of the Time", & almost believe i'm @ the Ritz or the Hilton @ least. Now, if it wasn't for that damed buzzing exhaust fan, & hi-gloss navaho-white textured walls to remind me of the cost-OVER-form aesthetic, i could almost continue the ruse.
But who defines luxury? I've got heat & hot water. I can't complain (much).
I'll spare you the photo. These places pretty much look the same wherever you go.
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RECAP:
Corporate Rock [still] Sucks Cock (& by extension, the corpocracy sucks)
Whatever they're selling, you can probably get somewhere else. Or you don't need it in the first place.
I'm high on turpentine fumes in a Motel 6.
Yikes what a tangent-splitting rant. Again, i will blame 100% pure Distilled English turpentine. (why do i think i'll have a headache in the morning?)
