It’s barely February, and I have already discovered my first favorite new release of 2012.
I don’t like Football. I, like the other 3 million extra people tuned into to the Super Bowl just for the halftime show. And to see Madonna. On the eve of her 12th album, if you study numerology you’d understand that significance, and her re-entry into American Pop Culture, this was her magnum opus on stilettos and gold. But the response was anything but celebratory.
Live fast, die young… #badgirlsdoitwell… Maya Arulpragasm – like the Mayans – had it right… even when wrong:
Since I’ve taken on the massive task of reading the National Defense Authorization Act for Fiscal Year 2012, and because it’s an overwhelming mindfuck of a read, I wasn’t planning on writing anything this week. But then as I cruised through the site I call home this afternoon, I came across an article written by a reader named Eddieftw in response to my “Death Of Free Speech Pt.1″ entry from last week. First of all, I highly recommend you go and give it a read; he breaks down a very important subject that I think we all should pay more attention to. Secondly, I’d like to tip my hat to him since he made some excellent points. Such great points that the gears began to grind in my head and well, here I am, back behind my laptop and chain smoking my way through an unplanned writing session. Call it a response to a response or a sudden stroke of inspiration; whatever it is, I’m glad it happened.
Seventeen of 2012′s Highly Anticipated Albums to look forward to.
Microwaves, computer applications, internet hook-ups, ten minute meals; it seems our generation is hardwired to want everything instantly. The now is even too late. We want everything yesterday with the fastest wireless connection possible. To call it a condition is fair, but to call it our sickness is more accurate, especially when our wants don’t align to the rules with how life works. Artists for all of our awareness, and conscious thinking and creating, have fell victim to this too.
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Little Robots: How Our Generation of Young Business People Are Trying to Kill Themselves Before 2012
2011 brought out the kid in all of us, and finally, we simply decided to not give a big F-U-C-K; shit, the world is ending next year anyways, so what’s the bother? Perhaps we should entitle it Innocence Found? The Retrieval of Childhood? I don’t know; regardless, this year was on like Donkey Kong, literally.
Daddy I’m so sorry, I’m so s-s-sorry yeah… Pop just likes to party – with the shadows in the lair #bangbang
3am – do you know where your Pop is? Chances are, if you are a fiend – like so many of us are #dontjudgemepopsconflictfree – your good ol’ grand wonderful Pop was sharing a campfire tale of epic curfew-breaking proportions to the digital world. Three is a powerful number, and this morning when the clock struck thine: Britney dropped a bomb, while GaGa posted on CP time…
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