This is what the RAs in my hall do on a Friday night: hide in laundry carts and scare residents, ding-dong-ditch style. Hilarity ensues.
I used to do this, but I would hide behind the kitchen island when I would hear my apartment mates open the front door. Soooo funny. For me. :-)
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Feeling inadequate because you are not a friendly, bubbly, cheery, ray of sunshine at all hours of the day.
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Oh dear god yes.
So according to several sources this is the lineup for the first week of The 90s Are All That airing on Teen Nick starting July 25th.
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I find this fascination with gifs fascinating. Repetitions of short clips of video, looping over and over and over. It’s a form of hypnosis, it seems. But it’s also a form of modern art. I think of Andy Warhol when I see gifs. He made “art” out of someone else’s photography, reproduced and repeated it. Of course gifs are unlike Warhol’s art because they do not change slightly with each repetition like many of his paintings do (either by color, by amount of ink on the page, etc.), but I would like to argue that they are saying the same thing. They take small gestures that no one thought was significant and make them significant by isolating them from the context. Like Warhol’s art, the loop mass produces the subject, insisting (and proving) that repetition is key to memorization. It’s an advertisement. All you have to do is watch the gif for a little bit and you understand it, you are fascinated with it.
Reminiscent of my rants and raves to Ashley and Kate about our generation. Well said.
People always throw a shitfit about “stealing credit” from contemporary artists on Tumblr by deleting the byline to whatever skinny-white-girl-sleeping-in-a-field image is popular that week, but there’s apparently no issue whatsoever about presenting a very specific, very famous image utterly devoid of context. This .gif of Thích Quảng Đức setting himself on fire is going around (5000+ reblogs to date) without any mention of the reason why he was setting himself on fire. He was protesting the Diem regime’s merciless persecution of Buddhism, and the crackdown following his death sparked a number of similar self-immolations. The act isn’t just politically specific, it’s religious as well - self-immolation is the most public, violent form of protest possible to one who cannot inflict violence on another. The man killed himself for a very specific political cause, but by stripping the image of any context it’s just a meaningless vessel for other people’s banal emotions (“Woah, so powerful.” “You have to fight for what you believe in!”). It’s not just that those who are ignorant of history are doomed to repeat it, it’s that those who are ignorant of history think everything can be reduced down to a philosophy you could screenprint on an American Eagle sweatshirt. I can’t think of anything more deeply insulting to the memory of the man than to take his desperate act of political protest and strip it of any political meaning, just another empty, vaguely anti-authoritarian symbol like Che Guevara’s face, to be appropriated by any idiot 14 year old with a grudge against the system.
I applaud you mama D.
His act of self-immolation has a history of skillful deployment in the lotus sutra and he prepared for it by subsisting on a diet of pine nuts and other oily foods so that he would better alight. In Mahayana Buddhism this type of self-sacrifice is an act of compassion to put to rest all of the venomous karma circulating around the world (in this historical case the American-Vietnam war). There are monks and nuns around him chanting the lotus sutra as he burns, creating a field of spiritual energy to support his great giving of himself. In addition to this Thich Quang Duc had one of his disciples contact the photographer of the famous news photo a couple days ahead of time, as this was a planned ritual-performance.
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