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BenjaminEC
Joined 22nd May 2022
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BenjaminEC
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For our final April Fool's Day together, I share a seminal piece. Just a major influence on my own work, and absolutely tremendous word play.
"A Modern Man" by George Carlin, from his 2005 HBO stand up special "Life Is Worth Losing" (worth checking out the entire thing, maybe George's best performance....very heavy on the humor of entropy lol)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lk_dRzaBoUM
"A Modern Man" by George Carlin, from his 2005 HBO stand up special "Life Is Worth Losing" (worth checking out the entire thing, maybe George's best performance....very heavy on the humor of entropy lol)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lk_dRzaBoUM
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Dangerous Mind


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Currently reading this, the book is quite witty and enthralling ..and enlightening.
“However, the majority of women are neither harlots nor courtesans; nor do they sit clasping pug dogs to dusty velvet all through the summer afternoon. But what do they do then? and there came to my mind’s eye one of those long streets somewhere south of the river whose infinite rows are innumerably populated. With the eye of the imagination I saw a very ancient lady crossing the street on the arm of a middle-aged woman, her daughter, perhaps, both so respectably booted and furred that their dressing in the afternoon must be a ritual, and the clothes themselves put away in cupboards with camphor, year after year, throughout the summer months. They cross the road when the lamps are being lit (for the dusk is their favourite hour), as they must have done year after year. The elder is close on eighty; but if one asked her what her life has meant to her, she would say that she remembered the streets lit for the battle of Balaclava, or had heard the guns fire in Hyde Park for the birth of King Edward the Seventh. And if one asked her, longing to pin down the moment with date and season, but what were you doing on the fifth of April 1868, or the second of November 1875, she would look vague and say that she could remember nothing. For all the dinners are cooked; the plates and cups washed; the children sent to school and gone out into the world. Nothing remains of it all. All has vanished. No biography or history has a word to say about it. And the novels, without meaning to, inevitably lie."
- Virginia Woolf