disgruntled hipster no. 416
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“Yikes” is right. I don’t really find this funny or even that creepy, just unspeakably sad. Ugh, I need a bath.
Mans, that exact same thing happened to me this summer. Only the three girls I lived with were high out of their minds watching “Forrest Gump” in the other room, dissecting every moment that was “soooo true” and “sooo sweet”. I sat, endlessly knocking, listening to the girls’ stoned philosophy on film. Torturous.
I should also mention that this happened the morning after one of their friends stole my laptop (and years of work with it) during a party they threw when I wasn’t home. INSULT TO INJURY.
You win, amberto. Not going to try and top that.
I want to be Prince, but I’m not sure of the logistics/necessary racial sensitivity.
The man’s life in a whopping 176 pages!
Sterling Cooper Draper Yikes!
Well, at least he’s Union.
More like Tommy MISS-eau, am I rig–*gunshot*
I have to upvote you. But they won’t let me.
Your name is more like huckaBEST.
@ Mans: Wholeheartedly agreed. The idea that art doesn’t change anything is one of the very reasons why it doesn’t. But there also cannot be the grandiose idea that it changes everything, or even, in this day and age, can directly influence the macrocosm of society.
I think new ways of experiencing art (the gargantuan NEW MEDIA) have influenced that perception of a lessened societal impact–there will never be another Elvis or The Beatles again. There are simply too many channels and too many ways for people to live out their personas and craft their own life narratives that a single song, film, novel, art piece, whatever, cannot have the massive impact on a macro scale anymore. Cool is dead. Good riddance.
Since there isn’t as closely a defined “popular culture”, but rather, many fragmented constructions of one, differing from person to person, how can you expect art, or anything, to somehow resonate through all of them?
Now, Gabe and the many others who understandably share his opinion, may see this as people being self-serving, consuming mindlessly and not caring anymore, or at the very least, not caring as much as they once did. But I have seen mobilization towards social change, not through big, often ham-fisted protests of yesteryear, but in the choices people make in their ordinary lives–riding one’s bike to work, urban farming in backyards, choosing to oppose bad practices in politics and business with your wallet or lifestyle, and yes, making bedroom pop and building DIY art communities, and sharing those creations to the world via the Internet.
The change that can result from art in this digital age (THE FUUUUTURE!) can appear marginal, but I would offer that it is more influential than art that is made for mass consumption and designed to Be About The Issues. Because you can develop an even greater connection to it. You can interact with it, you can call bullshit on bullshit projects, and talented content-creators pay attention to that–it’s not just a conversation you’re having with your buddies, but it feels like one. They shift their focus when we do.
The power is placed in our own hands, and yes, I know we haven’t made the best use of it (trampoline videos of YouTube, et al), but it’s there. It exists, and many people are making the kind of art that intertwines with activism, to affect change on a micro scale. And if enough people are living their lives responsibly on that micro scale, it will accumulate to a quiet storm.
At least I hope so.
Also, I still sleep with my Morrissey posters at night. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t tell anyone.
Hopefully the last time the tags: “Children” and “Sex” will be used together in a Videogum post.
I had to summon the strength of all my ancestors just to make it to 1:59. My family is pisssssssed.
Possibly the first and last time I can look at Videogum at work and have it directly pertain to my job! Thanks Gabe!
“I am going to film school, and get people coffee at a film company.”
–disgruntled hipster no. 416
Also–talk about a bonehead! Fossils! Amirite, you gu–*gunshot*
This is just a minor misstep in a career full of brilliant choices:
F’real. I’m going home and taking a bath.
At this point in time, I might as well be a lurker.
I SHALL RETURN. FOR REAL, THIS TIME.
I missed it too, but reading back on it, it really goes to show that even some of the funniest people on the wwweb (world war web) are also some of the Best.
I don’t nearly come by the comments section as often as I once did (it’s been a crazy, hectic and amazing few months IRL!) but I do read VG everyday, and all your comments as well–it’s definitely a wonderful respite from some of the more frustrating aspects of making films and passing college and moving to New York in a month’s time. Seeing the funny used for good and not evil is totally refreshing. I don’t think what happened with nakedpainter here could have happened anywhere else.
What I’m trying to say is… aw, come here, I love you Videogum, ya big lug.
Roman Polanski’s What? He seems to be living his own Roman Polanski’s Tragedy of MacBeth. No word other than Roman Polanski’s Repulsion could describe my feelings right now.
Looks like mfburghoff was up late last night!