Ain't It Nifty?
The decision to start this blog came to me in a coffee shop on a Sunday evening. It was a visceral impulse (what else?) and seemed to have a significant weight attached to it so I anticipated its trajectory and quickly texted a few accomplices to join the ranks. Then I sat and waited for their responses.
I tried to read some Pascal but the words looked like tiny black bricks, or maybe tiny black bugs. I was all alone with a cup of iced coffee and a decision to start a blog.
My head felt light and I thought I saw one of the black bugs crawl off the page onto my shoe. I realized with horror I was elapsing into an episode of madness: that specific kind of madness that seems to only find me in coffee shops on Sunday afternoons.
Looking around the place (with eyes twitching and hands shaking), I saw at the booth next to me a girl with one arm reading a book I couldn't see the title of. Behind her, at a table with four cramped occupants (I was lounging in a booth all by myself), a lesbian with a mustache was discussing feminist discourse and the recent Supreme Court decision. I kept my eyes scanning until they landed on two young guys with "Black Lives Matter" shirts playing chess and beat-boxing quietly to each other as if they were careful not to disturb others, but just couldn't contain themselves.
The rest of the tables were filled with people on headphones dead-locked into their computer screens, surfing the world-wide web for content, a ragged federation of discourse, simultaneously pathetic and brave.
Then my phone buzzed : vibrations : accomplices
This blog seeks to blow the sentimental travel blog from its shallow waters. It seeks to confront the crimes and deeds of popular culture and the cowardly ruminations of moralists promulgated by media and groupthink. Its contributors resemble a group of recently laid-off detectives trudging through the slopes of our Age (an Age that is more indecipherable each passing day), picking metaphysical locks and looking for clues.
Readers (if there are any) can expect explorations into subjects as audacious as :
the current state of cinema micro-and macro-fashion politic-o's (rad)
girls w/ backpacks lit. & writers muzak boys in fleece
boys & girls in nature sleep venues & infrastructure
the forgotten saints & the infinity of dreams (which accepts us all)
Confession:
We wouldn't recognize Truth if it walked up to us and asked to the movies.
Also posted sporadically will be music, videos and other work of our own creation.
like everything we do, expect instinct & improvisation w/ a sub-conscious allegiance to pop culture.
and please don't make fun of us.
-soda pop 101
JULY 2015 AD
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