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lapsedmodernistam in mexico with parents.
it's sunny and there are strawberry daiqueries, i am balancing my reading load splitting it between deleuze and pulp fiction. very schizo, i know. i guess that'a appropriate to the deleuze part of it.
um, i will forget to post this if i don't now, so WTF was up with buffy's last segment on tuesday? i will write more about this in detail later ,but did my beloved buffy sound like Dubya there? or is it me, too depressed by Dubyubiquitousness that read shit into her speech? no, i really think it was a conscious decision on the writers' part to make her sound like Our Brave Leader. i really hope that this iwll lead to a lesson in hubris, rather than meaning that buffy writers just jumped on the brainwhased wagon on uncritical patriotism and aggression against Evil (The First, Axis, whatever), in which case i will have to shoot my TV.
it's sunny and there are strawberry daiqueries, i am balancing my reading load splitting it between deleuze and pulp fiction. very schizo, i know. i guess that'a appropriate to the deleuze part of it.
um, i will forget to post this if i don't now, so WTF was up with buffy's last segment on tuesday? i will write more about this in detail later ,but did my beloved buffy sound like Dubya there? or is it me, too depressed by Dubyubiquitousness that read shit into her speech? no, i really think it was a conscious decision on the writers' part to make her sound like Our Brave Leader. i really hope that this iwll lead to a lesson in hubris, rather than meaning that buffy writers just jumped on the brainwhased wagon on uncritical patriotism and aggression against Evil (The First, Axis, whatever), in which case i will have to shoot my TV.
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Date: 2002-12-19 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-20 04:53 pm (UTC)i would feel guilty except that i am trapped in some bad Latinized 90s (yes, 90s, judging from the music blasting by the poolside) version of Dirty Dancing. Nobody puts Baby in the corner! so at the synchronic moment i can offer only sympathy (howerver my rich diachronic experience with moving allows my heart to overflow with empathy)
i miss you tons, and i will be back soon.