I think about a world to come where the books were found by the golden ones, written in pain, written in awe by a puzzled man who questioned, "What are we here for?" All the strangers came today and it looks as though they're here to stay.

-David Bowie "Oh! You Pretty Things"

Friday, February 25, 2011

Cavemengo Anecdotes - Chad P

It is said that in our culture that we don't really turn to the internet in order to learn new things and have our worldviews stretched. Instead, en masse, we turn to the internet to find the websites that bolster our already firmly held, but frail belief systems. Well, that is too bad for me. There is no place on the internet that will validate my ugly, chaotic, beautiful, hopeful way of looking at things.

There is no place on the internet that reveals your slightly embarrassing crush on Phil Collins while giving unintentional passive assent to "might makes right" by holding up Arnold Schwarzenegger as a God (specifically Hercules)? There isn't a place you can find a good discussion about video-games as an art form in the same breath with which traditional art forms are lifted up and appreciated. No place I can go where Led Zeppelin sits comfortably aside an exposition of Brad Metzger's Satellite Justice League drama. All of those random things you think about while watching movies blendered with off kilter analysis of the actors that played in them? nope. And the ambivalence of war alongside Purple Rain? Fuggetaboutit.

So there you have it. I am without... what? Cavemen Go? Crap. Don't you hate when you are proven wrong?

In this case, I actually don't

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