(Chorus)
I see you driving ’round town
With the girl i love and i’m like,
Fuck you!
Oo, oo, ooo
I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough i’m like,
Fuck you!
And fuck her too!
I said, if i was richer, i’d still be with ya
Ha, now ain’t that some shit? (ain’t that some shit?)
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a…
Fuck you!
Oo, oo, ooo

Yeah i’m sorry, i can’t afford a ferrari,
But that don’t mean i can’t get you there.
I guess he’s an xbox and i’m more atari,
But the way you play your game ain’t fair.

I pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she’s a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
Ooooooh
I’ve got some news for you

ah go run and tell your little boyfriend

(chorus)

Now i know, that i had to borrow,
Beg and steal and lie and cheat.
Trying to keep ya, trying to please ya.
‘Cause being in love with you ass ain’t cheap.

I pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh shit she’s a gold digger)
Well
(just thought you should know nigga)
Ooooooh
I’ve got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend

(chorus)

Now baby, baby, baby, why d’you wanna wanna hurt me so bad?

(so bad, so bad, so bad)
I tried to tell my mamma but she told me
“this is one for your dad”
(your dad, your dad, your dad)
Uh! Whhhy? Uh! Whhhy? Uh!
Whhhy lady? Oh! I love you oh!
I stïll love you. Oooh!

So the postmodernism thing in the title…well, I’ve always liked postmodernism for some reason. Don’t bother looking it up if you don’t know what it is – looking it up won’t help anyway. Basically its an attempt to change the reality future generations will experience. That’s a very simplified understanding of it but will do for the point I’m making. Just hang with me a second. Modern is the idea (again, very simplified) to reject the things you inherited. In other words to change the future you, yourself will experience by shaking off all the bullshit passed on to you from past generations. So, if you’re forced to do one or the other, which one do you choose? Modernism right? right. Why? Obviously because of the Hermeneutic Circle for those of you playing philosophy bingo.

Hemeneutic Circle(s) refer to the idea of understanding things within a context. Specifically, understanding all the parts in the context of the whole and understanding the whole within the context of the parts. So if modernists reject what the ideas they inherited, then, hermeneutically, post modernists should abandon the idea of changing the reality of future generations as wildly optimistic. After all, it would only take another modernist movement within the context of the future generations to undo the postmodern agenda right? But you say, maybe the postmodernist don’t subscribe to hermeneutic circles, which is a great point except that postmodernism spawned hermeneutic circles.

See, pretty simple.

But how does it have anything to do with me continuing to write this ridiculous blog. Seems pretty disconnected, I know. But there was this guy Jean Baudrillard who said some shit that brings me back full circle:

“…reality or the principle of the “real” is short-circuited by the interchangeability of signs in an era whose communicative and semantic acts are dominated by electronic media and digital technologies. Baudrillard proposes the notion that, in such a state, where subjects are detached from the outcomes of events (political, literary, artistic, personal or otherwise), events no longer hold any particular sway on the subject nor have any identifiable context; they therefore have the effect of producing widespread indifference, detachment and passivity in industrialized populations. He claimed that a constant stream of appearances and references without any direct consequences to viewers or readers could eventually render the division between appearance and object indiscernible, resulting, ironically, in the “disappearance” of mankind in what is, in effect, a virtual or holographic state, composed only of appearances.”

You get all that? yeah. What he’s saying is since I’m removed from the reader, and can’t see the impact my writing has on them, then I’m more likely to become indifferent due to a lack of context (hemeneutic circles) and this will result in the disappearance any meaning that could be inherited (modernism) and will leave a state of disconnected indifference in future generations (postmodernism). So I’m trying to figure out if writing this is to change the future I will experience or the experience future generations will experience and then I’ll know the answer.

Of course, the other way to look at it is that this blog is nothing more than typing practice and a way for me to get thoughts out of my head that I know don’t matter to keep them from littering the place up. Just sayin’

Don’t over-think anything I write here and we’ll all get along just fine.

“Repent, and believe the Gospel,”

“Turn away from sin, and be faithful to the Gospel.”

I love Ash Wednesday!! People with no other outward sign of insanity (presumably because they hide it well) walk around with black crosses on their forehead. On one hand it does make the crazy people easier to spot. But on the other hand it does kinda make me sad.

I guess I’ll find solace in the fact that its also National no smoking day in Ireland.

Oh and the countdown is on for the Zombie Jesus Jamboree: Dirtnap 2010 46 days and counting.

Anyway, gotta boogie.

So, what the hell am I going to do? Well, I’m going it alone. Freelance. In other words, I’m going on a ramen noodle diet. So I’ll be setting up the Valence Street site again, starting a twitter and facebook presence….you know, all the shit you have to do to get the word out that you’re starving to death due to a lack of work. Alright, enough of that. I’m actually very excited about this opportunity. I’ll be prosthelytizine how amazing I am at what I do. Hey, it worked for the Christians right? I’ll do my best not to project that whole, Amway/Life Insurance salesman thing. But, lets face it, if I’m going to do this I need to find some work.

By now you must be thinking….’wow, you are a really impressive unemployed person. how can i help?’. (i always imagine other people think in lower case.) Well, I’ve anticipated your desire to help someone so amazing as myself and have devised several options:

1. If you would like to send Money you can send it to Haiti through the Red Cross or other respectable organization.
2. If you would like to send Food you can send it to Haiti through the Red Cross or other respectable organization.
3. If you want to send Clothing you can send it to Haiti through the Red Cross or other respectable organization.

I think you get my point. I mean really, those cats down there are fucked. So if anyone can help out at all I think its the right thing to do. There aren’t a lot of opportunities to help someone un-fuck their life. Don’t miss this one.

And on a more inappropriate note, anyone who’s ever given money to Pat Robertson, or any of his ilk, I want you to figure out how much money you’ve given over the course of your lifetime, double that amount and send it to Haiti right away. Stupid doddering old man makes me…I’ve known a few doddering old men in my time. Hell, I intend to be one when I get a little older. You know what the difference is? No one is going to pay attention to me. No one is going to send me buckets of money for saying ignorant shit. Fuck that guy. I hope his ass falls inside out.

And just in case you missed what I’m referring to, you can read this: I’m linking to another site cause I don’t even want his face on my site.

Haiti – Help – Do it.

And on a fairly unrelated note, other than it also occurred to me last night….I grew up in Cincinnati; a town that once in my youth elected Jerry Springer mayor, who, during his term in office was forced to resign for writing a check to a prostitute (or something like that) if I’m remembering correctly. Amazingly, as high as that piece of political driftwood has been set, I am much more appalled by mayor C. Ray Nagin and wonder how many more checks he’s going to write (in come cases figuratively) before his ridiculous term in office finally goes completely flaccid. It seems to me he only has a few months left to hump that dying carcass that is New Orleans’ quality of life. He’ll have to hurry if he wants to get back to the political frat house before the date-rape-drugs wear off. Again, I don’t really care – its just odd is all.

As I was writing this, a commercial came on for “Perfect fit button”. Its a button with the back like an ear ring that you can move around on your pants so they’ll fit. “When you lose weight just move the button” seem a bit optimistic to me. Kinda like chicks on the home pregnancy test commercials being happy when its positive – I’m not saying it never happens, I’m saying it probably not the norm. And if you’re buying a button that you can move around on your pants so they’ll fit I can’t help but think the fact that your Triathlon training has been going especially well was not the inspiration for the purchase. I want about a thousand of those buttons so I can completely bedazzle a Rolling Elvi jumpsuit for Mardi Gras with them.