I’m posting a video of some random guy playing Theologians by Wilco because I like this song and I couldn’t find a youtube video of the original recording, and because I actually rather like how this guy plays it.
I’m posting a video of some random guy playing Theologians by Wilco because I like this song and I couldn’t find a youtube video of the original recording, and because I actually rather like how this guy plays it.
I’ve felt so scared about my future, and how others perceive me, and felt that I’m never going to measure up to my idols or even peers. And I’ve been paralyzed. I haven’t been doing much, because of these anxieties. And this paralysis causes me to yearn for my childhood when I made experimental videos and made multilayered music recordings and learned how to draw, when everything seemed new and possible. And then I just want to sleep, and I feel like telling someone about what I’m feeling but I don’t because I don’t want them to feel bad.
And then it feels like my head is empty, like I’m not having any meaningful thought. And it’s weird, because I feel this odd pressure, this pressure to be thinking great, contemplative thoughts. I feel this pressure almost all the time, and it makes me feel stupid and useless.
I don’t know what I’m trying to get at this. I just felt like I should write something and express what I’ve been feeling, because I haven’t been very expressive lately.
To make this more concrete, I’ll say I’ve been having some trouble at school: I’ve been having some trouble at school. I’m failing three of my classes (out of eight). This has caused me worry about getting into college. But then a much worse thought enters my mind: even if I do get accepted into a good college, what if I can’t pay for it? What if I’m not accepted for loans? What if I am and I end up in debt that cripples my adult life? All these doubts enter and fester in my mind, and I don’t even know what field I would like to study or work in. Luckily, the thing that calms me the most when I think all of this is doing my homework. It’s all I can do right now.
Really, they were amazing.
Professor Robert Wilensky (via retropolitics)
Dear Professor Robert Wilensky:
Go and fuck yourself, asshole.
Love,
Us “monkeys” on the fucking Internet
(via inothernews)
Yeah, that’s a pretentious, douchebag thing to say even for a college professor, which is saying something.
The thing these pedants need to understand is that SHAKESPEARE ALREADY WROTE THE WORKS OF SHAKESPEARE and that we really don’t need to go back. Mankind’s artistic endeavors are all about change and maybe we’ve just shifted into a new paradigm. Maybe new media is acting as a mechanism through which the classics of tomorrow are being written… seems unlikely but you need to keep an open mind.
Remember, kids. Nothing pisses off the pedants of the world more than egalitarianism! If you have your voice and you disagree with them, you’re stupid already!
(via misterpeace)
Also, it’s supposed to be an infinite amount of monkeys at an infinite amount of keyboards. The statement isn’t supposed to prove the secret intelligence of monkeys, but the inconceivably massive amount of infinity.
Adorno by Deerhunter, from their debut Turn it Up Faggot, which has been pretty much abandoned by the band.