They can leap 36 feet
As in leap forward 36 feet
They don’t jump 36 feet into the fucking sky do you know how terrifying that would be the human race wouldn’t have survived because we’d have all had heart attacks while still in Africa
I just spent two minutes laughing harder at this than I probably should have.
I am quite literally sobbing and laughing at the same time.
Sometimes I think about this post and just start crying laughing. I can’t even tell anyone about it without falling to pieces.
I don’t really blog posts of this kind but I can’t stop laughing
Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.
Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher)
I could reblog/post this every day as a constant reminder.
My favorite show growing up was Twilight Zone. Those Memorial Day Twilight Zone marathons, like, I could not peel myself away from those. I love that show so much. Although I think the show could have been called Nice try, Asshole. ‘Cause every episode was someone trying to pull some selfish shit on society, and then the harsh fist of universal karma would come crashing down and teach him a lesson. Like, every episode could end with Rod Serling going, “Archibald Beachcroft dreamed for a world free of people, but in the end it was this very freedom that knitted his blanket of loneliness. Nice try, asshole.”
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David Foster Wallace was like, Art must be sincere! We must use every tool in the linguistic toolbox to cut through sentiment and dishonest cliche and build fresh ways to reveal the power and reality of unironized emotion.
And Mister Rogers was like, Basically the same thing, but without any shame or pretense or fear of sincerity.