“Right now, Generation X just wants a beer and to be left alone. It just wants to sit here quietly and think for a minute. Can you just do that, okay? It knows that you are so very special and so very numerous, but can you just leave it alone? Just for a little bit?”
“This is the story of a person whose joke project became more successful than the one on which he lavished love and intellect, the climate that caused that to happen and how ultimately he decided to learn from it instead of becoming upset.”
“And this is basically what “Friday Night Lights” talks to us about, how time moves so strangely, how we go from late nights drinking beer and messing around in a deserted field with our friends, our problems seemingly so huge, to late nights drinking wine with a partner, the very hair on our heads weary, our problems seemingly so huge.”
“It was one of those moments when the machine shudders for a second.”
“I think it’s a much bigger shift than it was for my parents. My mother was born in 1940, so when she was growing up, they had cars and airplanes and television and movies, and by the time she got to when I was born, 1967, they had slightly smaller cars and televisions that were color and bigger planes. Now there are TVs in your phone, a phone in your car, cars that have fucking navigation in them that talk to you. That GPS shit is something that nobody gives a shit about, and it’s incredible that you can do that. You can ask your car where you can get something to eat, and it’ll take you there. It’s crazy.”
“The smell was overpowering – I could barely stand still to shoot a picture at all. Clutching the lid by the tips of my fingers though, I managed to get a few shots. It looked like there had once been tortoises stored there too, but now all that remained were empty husks. Most of the boxes were like this, piled high with snake skins and bodies, some kept in a dark, gooey liquid that smelt more putrid than the dry containers.”
Here’s something that is plainly evident to those with discriminating minds, but that your social organization hopes you don’t realize: there is no such thing as a design competition. A design that is created to be judged and not used is not a design, but rather competition art or mere decoration. The winners of these events are, without question, highly-skilled decorators and artists, but let us not get into the habit of pretending decoration equals design. The only valid evaluation of a design is found it its ultimate success in the marketplace or as demonstrated by the satisfaction of those who willfully and with specific intent have “used” the design (however that might contextually be defined).
“For example, a Ladies’ Home Journal article in June 1918 said, ‘The generally accepted rule is pink for the boys, and blue for the girls. The reason is that pink, being a more decided and stronger color, is more suitable for the boy, while blue, which is more delicate and dainty, is prettier for the girl.’ Other sources said blue was flattering for blonds, pink for brunettes; or blue was for blue-eyed babies, pink for brown-eyed babies, according to Paoletti.”
“It’s similar to the moment when vinyl records were supplanted by digital CDs. There’s no doubt in my mind that we’re heading towards movies being shot and projected at higher frame rates.”
[this makes me :( - ed.]
“It is thus in [financial] traders’ direct financial interest, they suggest, to install themselves at specific points on the Earth’s surface—a kind of light-speed financial acupuncture—to take advantage both of the planet’s geometry and of the networks along which trades are ordered and filled. They conclude that ‘the construction of relativistic statistical arbitrage trading nodes across the Earth’s surface’ is thus economically justified, if not required.”
