very soon now we are going to drown in a sea of inter-referentialism.

soon we will be able to say nothing that does not signify another thing, and when that happens

the world will explode

into candy

Shepard Fairey and the Case of the Communist Kitsch

Today I read an essay by Umberto Eco analysing Casablanca by way of Roland Barthes, all about what kitsch means, and I loved it. I watched a fireworks show on Saturday and they burned a wooden man to the ground, after, and then the girls bought me a Happy Meal because I wouldn’t shut up. Today it was so cold I walked everywhere hunched in a green hoodie with a pair of headphones keeping my ears warm. Last week, I finally begin to understand what it means to choose, and I think I’m starting to grow up. Today I read a small section of Virginia Woolf’s The Waves; the first time in 2 weeks I have read a book that has nothing to do with my course. I re-discovered how continually awesome God is, if that makes any sense, 4 weeks ago.

I have finished my essay. I have done my readings for tomorrow. There is a David Foster Wallace story I just plucked out from my pigeon hole and I have all the hours of the night.

So much of this place, any place, is the illusion that you are doing all you can to have an awesome time because you will never have this again, because people tell you this is the Time of Your Life, Son, And Don’t You Forget It, but of course that’s not true. All time is the time of your life, and I’m counting down the seconds, with glee.

here’s to everything.

I really kinda like this

tegan and sara

Mr Gnome

curious sound

Of Montreal

goooood morning people

ricky gervais tries to take the piss out of elmo