The mediums are the messagi
Throughout
our lives, we are awash in a constant flow of symbols and messages.
Instead of just mindlessly absorbing them, it is good to occasionally
critically examine them, no matter what media serves them. Today when I
was walking in the city, some guy walking in front of me suddenly
jumped against the heavy newspaper box and left it in a tilted
position, and then just kept going as if nothing had happened. In this
spirit, we should also "jump" against the images and symbols that the
mass media feeds us, so that we don't grow complacent!
First, of course we started immediately watching the second season of "Flavor of Love", hoping that it would continue be as amusing as the first season. Now, I never thought that I would say these words, but I already miss the beauty, class, intelligence and grace of the girls of the first season. It's like almost every girl in the show this season is some kind of a chickenhead or crackwhore. For some reason, before this show I thought that female wiggers do not exist in the real world, but lo and behold, this belief turned out to be false, and how.
The greasy spoon joint that is close to where we live has an interesting sign at the entrance where the cars drive into its small parking lot. The sign says that it is private property and trespassers will be prosecuted. I found this sign to be very interesting because I don't remember seeing any other restaurant around here having such a sign posted in front. Of course, in a way every sign out there contains its own history and meaning, so that, for example, if some place has a sign "No dogs allowed", you can infer that in the past, some people tried to bring in dogs and they caused problems. From this sign, you can also infer that pumas or bulls are not allowed in, even though the sign doesn't explicitly forbid these species.
I guess that it is some kind of sign of being a top comics writer when you get to build your own universe full of superheroes, and make this universe, like, an ironic commentary about superhero comics in general. I was reading the first collection of "Powers" in my armchair when my wife put on a Canadian newsmagazine documentary about stupidity that she had previously recorded. Now, of course there is a possibility that this whole show was a meta-joke, since the show itself was so immensely stupid, and it actually stylistically reminded me of the Finnish "documentaries" made by the young socialists of the state-run television channel Yle.
After establishing that the topic of the show is stupidity, the show informed us that we don't know what intelligence and stupidity even are and that the whole intelligence testing is a relatively recent invention, as are the terms "idiot", "imbecile" and "moron". You see, the whole notion of intelligence is essentially socially constructed, and besides, the IQ tests don't measure "emotional", "sexual", "street" or any other important type of intelligence that were quickly flashed on the screen. (My thermometer doesn't measure time or distance either, but it still affects many important decisions about clothing quite a lot.) The quick cuts and constant goofy images that the whole show basically consisted of were apparently some kind of meta-commentary about the short attention span of modern people and the need to make faces and sounds to keep them alert.
We should forget the notion of IQ since the emotional intelligence is the important one, since this quantity determines how well you do in life. For example, some "dumb" guy can have a happy life whereas a Harvard graduate may be helpless in the real world. Perhaps if you were mentally stuck to the prenumeric stage of thinking, you might consider this to be an important point, I guess. It will never cease to amaze me that people who claim that IQ is important because it puts you in your place are evil nazis who should be shunned from polite society, whereas people who claim that EQ is important because it puts you in your place are intellectual heroes who really know what they are talking about. Of course, since certain groups and people think that they are more "emotional" than certain other groups and people, they also believe that the notion of EQ automatically makes them superior, which in turn makes them happily proclaim and spread this meme to the rest of the world. Now, if somebody just merged the notion of EQ with some fluffy quantum thinking and housewife postmodernism, he would instantly become bigger than Deepak Chopra... if I was a more charismatic bullshitter, that might be a good way to make a few extra bucks.
After lamenting that the IQ tests measure only weaknesses but don't reveal the various strengths of "morons" who are really good people, the show tells us that intelligence testing became really popular in the Nazi Germany, where the "morons" were the first people sent to the gas chambers. Sapienti sat, this should suffice to tell you enough about this show. I simply could not take it but had to stop watching this idiocy after the first half an hour. But I do have a guess (or two) of what particular topics the show would have handled once its narrative had moved to the present-day events.
More entertaining kind of stupidity was found in "Scary Movie 4", which was exactly the same as the first three movies, and since borrowing the DVD didn't cost us anything, it was worth every penny. When the end credits were rolling, my wife got up from the sofa and curtly said that these people have an unhealthy obsession with bodily functions, which I really couldn't disagree with.
First, of course we started immediately watching the second season of "Flavor of Love", hoping that it would continue be as amusing as the first season. Now, I never thought that I would say these words, but I already miss the beauty, class, intelligence and grace of the girls of the first season. It's like almost every girl in the show this season is some kind of a chickenhead or crackwhore. For some reason, before this show I thought that female wiggers do not exist in the real world, but lo and behold, this belief turned out to be false, and how.
The greasy spoon joint that is close to where we live has an interesting sign at the entrance where the cars drive into its small parking lot. The sign says that it is private property and trespassers will be prosecuted. I found this sign to be very interesting because I don't remember seeing any other restaurant around here having such a sign posted in front. Of course, in a way every sign out there contains its own history and meaning, so that, for example, if some place has a sign "No dogs allowed", you can infer that in the past, some people tried to bring in dogs and they caused problems. From this sign, you can also infer that pumas or bulls are not allowed in, even though the sign doesn't explicitly forbid these species.
I guess that it is some kind of sign of being a top comics writer when you get to build your own universe full of superheroes, and make this universe, like, an ironic commentary about superhero comics in general. I was reading the first collection of "Powers" in my armchair when my wife put on a Canadian newsmagazine documentary about stupidity that she had previously recorded. Now, of course there is a possibility that this whole show was a meta-joke, since the show itself was so immensely stupid, and it actually stylistically reminded me of the Finnish "documentaries" made by the young socialists of the state-run television channel Yle.
After establishing that the topic of the show is stupidity, the show informed us that we don't know what intelligence and stupidity even are and that the whole intelligence testing is a relatively recent invention, as are the terms "idiot", "imbecile" and "moron". You see, the whole notion of intelligence is essentially socially constructed, and besides, the IQ tests don't measure "emotional", "sexual", "street" or any other important type of intelligence that were quickly flashed on the screen. (My thermometer doesn't measure time or distance either, but it still affects many important decisions about clothing quite a lot.) The quick cuts and constant goofy images that the whole show basically consisted of were apparently some kind of meta-commentary about the short attention span of modern people and the need to make faces and sounds to keep them alert.
We should forget the notion of IQ since the emotional intelligence is the important one, since this quantity determines how well you do in life. For example, some "dumb" guy can have a happy life whereas a Harvard graduate may be helpless in the real world. Perhaps if you were mentally stuck to the prenumeric stage of thinking, you might consider this to be an important point, I guess. It will never cease to amaze me that people who claim that IQ is important because it puts you in your place are evil nazis who should be shunned from polite society, whereas people who claim that EQ is important because it puts you in your place are intellectual heroes who really know what they are talking about. Of course, since certain groups and people think that they are more "emotional" than certain other groups and people, they also believe that the notion of EQ automatically makes them superior, which in turn makes them happily proclaim and spread this meme to the rest of the world. Now, if somebody just merged the notion of EQ with some fluffy quantum thinking and housewife postmodernism, he would instantly become bigger than Deepak Chopra... if I was a more charismatic bullshitter, that might be a good way to make a few extra bucks.
After lamenting that the IQ tests measure only weaknesses but don't reveal the various strengths of "morons" who are really good people, the show tells us that intelligence testing became really popular in the Nazi Germany, where the "morons" were the first people sent to the gas chambers. Sapienti sat, this should suffice to tell you enough about this show. I simply could not take it but had to stop watching this idiocy after the first half an hour. But I do have a guess (or two) of what particular topics the show would have handled once its narrative had moved to the present-day events.
More entertaining kind of stupidity was found in "Scary Movie 4", which was exactly the same as the first three movies, and since borrowing the DVD didn't cost us anything, it was worth every penny. When the end credits were rolling, my wife got up from the sofa and curtly said that these people have an unhealthy obsession with bodily functions, which I really couldn't disagree with.
Ummm, people keep calling me a moron.
Does all this mean Im really smart then?
Posted by Beavis | 5:11 AM