“Semiotics is in principle the discipline studying everything which can be used in order to lie. If something cannot be used to tell a lie, conversely it cannot be used to tell the truth: it cannot in fact be used “to tell” at all.” ~ Umberto Eco
“They were unironic enthusiasts for all the mass pleasures the culture offered: television, NASCAR, cruises, Disney World, sports, celebrity gossip, and local politics. Szabo often wished that he could be as well adjusted as Melinda’s family, but he would have had to be medicated to pursue her list of pleasures.” ~ Thomas McGuane
“In fact, pop-cultural references have become such potent metaphors in U.S. fiction not only because of how united Americans are in our exposure to mass images but also because of our guilty indulgent psychology with respect to that exposure. Put simply, the pop reference works so well in contemporary fiction because (1) we all recognize such a reference, and (2) we’re all a little uneasy about how we all recognize such a reference.” ~ David Foster Wallace
Did you know that they have “Prime Rib and Horseradish” flavored potato chips? That kind of stuff just freaks me out and makes me greet the 21st Century by asking “where am I?”. And that’s just in the chips aisle. Try going to the “Packaged Snacks” aisle. And if I had an iPhone I’d be texting to ask if wasabi-flavored toasted almonds would be appropriate on the snack tray. And of course they would. Delicious they are. Whatever. My magpie mind is chattering away, bolstered by the strands of magic that have so generously come along with the Full Moon and the Equinox. You’d think that with all this magic in the air I would be able to start a blog post with something other than industrial snacks. These foods are not designed by chefs, they are designed by chemists. No, really. I know that leans more toward dark magic than light. But ya gotta have both dark and light magic, even if only to maintain a workable reference point. Now, moving forward . . . my ears are ringing up well into critical levels. I’ve noticed that I can’t actually determine the frequency of the bass line in this maddening music. There is none. If you can even call this stuff music . . . well, you’d have to call it amorphous and free-floating as well. Still, it is maddening. It is like pain in that you have to deal with it in ways that make it blend into your day in a way that ends up in the subliminal realm so as not to be a bother as you sip on noxious Red Bull, or sweet and creamy Starbucks stuff. It’s still hard for me to believe that we have a Starbucks in Taos . . . oh, wait, I was comparing tinnitus to pain. My point is that both conditions create a slow and steady subliminal drain on my energy, thus my Raggedy Andy posture at the end of the day. This day is laundry day, a task that requires that I go to one of my sacred spaces: the laundromat on the Pueblo, where the quarter-fed Om of the dryers spinning is a subliminal effect as well. And cleanliness. And fabric softener. Just imagine if they had fabric softener for the fabric of Space and Time. And how do you know that they don’t have it? Sigh. I suppose that if I have to entertain myself with science and stuff today I might as well toss in Chaos mathematics and Strange Attractors as well. It’s not only all good, it is what it is as well. I just love that sentence! Onward.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.