Red Alert!
We are entering a new dark age. Any and all published material of cultural or intellectual value will soon become unavailable. Libraries will be popularized. Museums will be without funds, and forced to close. Schools will be reduced to training areas for minimum survival. Intellectuals will be ostracized, apart from the few gathered in political monastaries and educated for specialized tasks.
Find a safe retreat, ensconce yourself with whatever remnants of human enlightenment you posess or can still scavange. Buy a hooded cloak, for they will know us by our eyes. Design symbols by which to recognize one another.
Time is short.
Find a safe retreat, ensconce yourself with whatever remnants of human enlightenment you posess or can still scavange. Buy a hooded cloak, for they will know us by our eyes. Design symbols by which to recognize one another.
Time is short.
posted by Jeanne at 18:41
18 Comments:
Oh well, at least I know I won't be ostracized -- and not because I'll be among the few gathered in political monastaries.
Um, my symbol is going to be a squiggly line thing with an x running through it. Or maybe an x with a squiggly line running through it. I'll get back to you on this...
Wow, what a relief. I though that dumb-asses would never get their turn. Now we can turn all those museums into sports bars.
My symbol will be a large X.
Apparently, I am an original source for dumb-ass-ness. Therefore you shall all grovel at my feet! HA HA!
My symbol will be that whacky thing that the artist-formerly-known-as-the-artist-formerly-know-as-Prince used. It was cool.
A very clever survival tactic, but I doubt it will work.
1:04 AM
That was directed to all three of you.
With affection.
I elect to memorize "The Iliad" and "The Da Vinci Code." For the enlightenment of future generations, of course.
Good thinking, Greg. The "DaVinci Code" is sure to go down with the best of Homer and Shakespeare.
And Jeanne? In the future, I expect my own affectionate remarks, not ones you've packaged for mass consumption. :)
Greg,
I picture you in the dim future, hood flung back in the light of the cave's fire, telling our youth (who sit agog in a ring) the story lines of our peoples' films, each nuance of lighting and sound, each fade and scene change, each theme, each role portrayal.
You will have no time for Dan Brown.
But how can we expect the youths to be interested in our tales unless we make them brain candy?
Hmmm, where can I get my hands on a hooded cloak?
How about a holocaust cloak, I got it from Miracle Max.
Across a country,
An ocean, a harbour, streets:
Fond thoughts find their mark.
(or their joe)
Greg,
In the cultural wasteland that awaits us, our youth (if protected by us from total brainwashing) will be ravenous for the subtleties of Art in all its forms. They will not need to be tricked or tempted, punished or rewarded. Their true apetites will emerge and lead them to the sources they can find.
I'm beginning(!) to sound like a doomsday prophet.
Checked my blog again
Seeking comments from Sweden
Alas, my heart breaks
Okay, you've got a point. If I were to choose between keeping everything, and throwing everything away to start over, I would definitely choose the latter. But they're throwing away the good stuff, and keeping the shit.
You think about INTEREST RATES?
I've noticed that Archimedes nods a lot, but he never comments. Can you talk to him about that festinog?
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