7.01.2010
Dolla', Dolla' Bill, Huh?
6.23.2010
HOT, HOT, BABY
6.22.2010
London Bridge Bit It, And So Do We
6.18.2010
All Kinda Pills Give Us All Kinda Thrills
6.17.2010
The Answer to Hipsters
4.15.2010
The Radio is a Rude Boy
4.14.2010
Crashing Through the Window, Renouncing our Culture God
Billy the wannabee astronaut and Sally the next hopeful President of any random third grade classroom would have never thought they could grow up to be wolves. Sadly, by the time they could sound out their career dreams, their chance to be wildlife had already ran off.
There is believed to be a small window, a critical, irreversible period where all human development depends on for us to break into the world of humans. While we learn that crying gets us some delicious breast milk, our brains are analyzing, like little robots, the culture around us. We might see pain as something to panic over when our father slams his foot on the leg of a chair. We might learn that pennies aren't swallowed so easily. But, most important, we become humans when we learn to understand language. And, as babies, we're living life in the fast lane, pooping and crying; if we never learn language, the window is slammed shut and we might as well be thrown to Mother Nature's wolves and their snapping jaws.
Feral children are different. Feral, or "natural" children, are the Lost Boys of the Jungle Book, not Peter Pan. Tarzan was a feral child turned ape-man adult. But feral children exist in this world, and not just in the happy stories of the cartoon jungle. Abandoned by their parents for some personal or societal circumstance I hope to never understand, feral children either die in the wild or become wild. Oxana Malaya was the Ukraine girl raised by dogs. John SSebunya ran away from his murderous father at age 4 and grew up with monkeys. They show that we learn from our surroundings with or without language, and if that means wolves, you better believe you'll learn to growl, howl and eat raw meat. And that window for language slams closed.
What this boils down to is the simple fact that Culture is God. It's frightening and fascinating to know We were all one short step away from being unleashed animals left to our own biology. Language opens the window we need to swallow the culture around us. We end up looking to culture for guidance, knowledge, reason. We work forty hours cause America says we do. We buy breath mints and deodorant, HDTVs and sports cars. And that's all fine, if you're happy with it.
My understanding, though, is that we're not happy. I feel endless guilt to remain part of the Culture-fearing society. If I tweet and jerk around on Facebook all day at work, I feel the enormous pressure to do something for the company. When I'm unemployed and trying to enjoy the day I feel enormous pressure to search endlessly for a new one. It's all to repeat the cycle my brain has developed understanding.
But what if there was a small window for us to renounce Culture? What if there was a window slamming when we're stuck being "productive" humans and not something more? While science has yet to show us how declining a Starbucks mocha frappe could be beneficial for us, besides our waistline, it might be worth it to think outside the culture we live in each day.
It raises long lists of questions as to how we could live if we just realized that everything we know on this Earth might not matter. Likewise, the idea of renouncing your God, whether it is culture or religion or wolf, is never easy. But you might want to consider it before that big ol' window slams shut and there is no looking back.
3.25.2010
Cell Phone Power
We all knew the day would come that the telephone would improve, but once that cord was cut there was no looking back.
The power of the cellular phone gives good enough reason to weary, though. When a device can hold your personal information, image and innermost thoughts, you can't help but wonder if someone can peep in.
Whether or not we all admit it, we want some sort of power. It is easy to get. Simply reach into your pants pocket or purse, answering that hip, crunchy, new ringtone, begging for your attention and love. We hold power in our hands everyday but if we don't use it, someone will abuse it.
3.08.2010
Mein Blog: Hitler on the Internet
In my own twisted and garbled way, I'm trying to say that what the Internet's stage needs is passion. Where Hitler succeeded, we have the tools to progress way past hate. Belly laughter over a song about delicious rainfall or a fat kid embarrassing himself imitating a classic movie series may serve as instant gratification but when it comes to updating the world, why share the same bullshit?
**props to Jess on the title joke