In Sonny's Writings on November 18, 2010 at 1:49 pm
The boy – young man perhaps – lived in a sub-village of Qakilik, western China. He used to spend his summers in the deepest parts of Lop Lake, imagining a time when it was full of water.
White cranes swoop down, skimming the surface with tailed wingtips, releasing crystallized droplets into the hot air. The mist spreads outwards until his face becomes awash with it. An orange fish swims to the surface. It says, “this is no longer my country”, in his dead Grandfather’s voice.
The Kunlun range sways to the South. When he turned 13, he spent 9 days and nights in a tiny cave atop Ulugh Muztagh. His family’s ancient religion, nearly extinct by the time he was born, only deemed followers official members once the isolation cycle was complete. The prehistoric founders of the tribe – the Muztagh – excavated the cave themselves. The walls are covered with petroglyph’s detailing the consumption of the Muztagh culture millions of years before it happened. They were slaughtered not unlike the Neanderthals. Few survived. He was one of the few remaining descendants. Thinking back to the cold dampness of that cave, creatures squirming in the darkness, he felt shame. Not of that experience… of the now.
In the middle of the night he snuck out of his folks’ modest home. The wind gracefully rushed between the neighboring houses at his back as he checked his watch. The night sky sparkled with points of light, majority man-made and moving. He made his way to the Qakilik courtyard, where SmartSoft had installed the town’s only ultra high speed T-17 terminal for public use some years ago. A simple 3rd generation cable connection had been installed in the majority of the homes; “Not fast enough, I’m afraid”. Each connection trickled into the Earth to the main line which ran through western China like an electronic version of the Great Wall. The PRC government kept it very close to the chest; the expansion of Internet to the badlands of the State proved financially valuable but culturally volatile.
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In Sonny's Journal on November 18, 2010 at 11:19 am
Interesting chart here showing the chances of U.S. Serviceman’s death in any of the more famous wars. Discovered via an excellent and eccentric history blog called Lapham’s Quarterly. I’d suggest checking it out.
In Sonny's Thoughts on November 18, 2010 at 12:51 am
Trend Ending 2011:
- The video game channel’s “Attack of the Show” (nothing against the hosts, who do a decent job of being funny, but that program is one of the most formulaic of our times; no, I ain’t exaggerating) deserves some level of blame for combining the terms “epic” and “fail“. But a pop cultural analysis of the last five years would reveal that they’re not solely to blame. A quick Google search of the term will show just how dangerously overused the term has become. There’s something called the FailBlog, which surely receives WAY more traffic than it should. There’s the infamous “Epic Fail” mockuvational posters which have been overdone to no end. There’s even an episode of TV’s House titled “Epic Fail”. YOU GO AWAY NOW.
- I never even knew what a “lolcat” was until I Googled the previous phrase. I’m glad I didn’t. What’s really disturbing with this culturally is the total lack of originality with these pictures, right down to the fucking format. Copy and paste, read and reproduce, fall in line, be clever and funny. No one’s getting it right either: most of these feature an overuse of Z’s in the wordage. I don’t know what the hell that’s all about, are all “lolcats” Germans trying to speak English? Regardless, this needs to end. It isn’t funny. Plus, cats are cool enough on their own. Just… just get off it. Please.
- I’m not sure if it was before or after The Simpsons ruined The Simpsons that pop culture ruined The Simpsons’ famous “comic book guy“. Probably after considering the former happened circa early-2000′s. I miss the 90′s iteration. Anyhoo, CBG was this massive douche who wasn’t even close to ever seeing the light of “cool”. He was this sloppy, pathetic mass of a character who was never glorified in any way and the audience never came close to feeling anything for him but utter contempt. So, I ask, why then did it suddenly become cool to utter his phrase “Worst. [Blank]. Ever”? (Substituting “worst” with “best” is apparently acceptable; and any single lame thing one can imagine can be sandwiched in the middle) The translation of this phrase to textual form really chaps my ass… as everyone who writes it, with the period after each word, thinks they’re clever. I’ve got a new one… Fuck. That. Shit.