The best bit in the new Spiderman movie is like when the dude from 30 Seconds From Mars is like laying into the dude from like My Chemical Romance, but they like take turns in being all dark and moody and all angry about HOW FUCKED THE WORLD IS! THE WORLD IS FUCKED and I felt so good when i saw them all getting so angry…
The strutting, bustin-out “Parker is teh emo” scene is hilarious. My fellow movie patrons and I were losing it.
I like the way the Spiderman films fold the different dimensions of Spiderman/Parker’s life into each other. But this is pure propaganda. It effaces structural inequality and replaces it with some nonsense mantra about idealist individualism and always having a ‘choice’ etc.
So last night I was accused of being “up tight.” Make no mistake this was a slight against my virility, party-time morality, and social graces.
What is up where and what is tight? Is the tightness regarding the fit of the what up the where? Are my thoughts retarded by a paradigm of penetration? Maybe it is a question of friction, a kind of affective friction that unfolds in-connection (ala Massumi), necessarily so, of a friction like footholds in a constantly shifting relativity between infinitely folded surfaces.
Perhaps telling someone they are up tight (albeit initially framing it as a question) is a sure way to make someone who might not actually feel ‘up tight’ (maybe just tired, drunk, etc) suddenly feel it.
We didn’t meet each other exactly (dialectic) it was more a weirdly congruent reaction to contingency (event). Then we hung out for a few hours. Is the denoucement of ‘up tightness’ an expression of a libidinal micro-economy within such an event, of a way of restating what is essentially unspoken but expressed within the question? (inter alia “Why don’t you want to get it on with me?”)
This passed through my slightly drunk head in a couple of instants, as she articulated the question and the various resonances cascaded through my mind. I am at once stoked and, well, feeling up tight. Maybe I am ‘up tight’? In the bourgie argot ‘up tight’ is certainly a defence of wounded beauty. And the woman who said this to me is smoking hot. Like so hot I couldn’t keep my eyes off her when I saw her and therfore had to slightly reposition myself in such a way that she was in the projected line of sight between me and the band (that is, if I looked at the band, which I didn’t because I was looking at her).
But maybe romance should be an obstacle course and not a fucking drag race. But maybe she didn’t want romance and just a drag race to fucking? Should I repay cynicism in kind? But why then invite me to a party next weekend? (Because she was drunk?)
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David Gaunt of Gleebooks posing with a special AWB wheat beer for the launch of Caroline Overington’s book “Kickback”
via christian is the melbourne uni advertisements for its new business model (play with the massive flying alien billboards that have encircled the Earth and which are preparing for invasion, well at least in Melbourne, as you can tell by the relentless end-of-the-world music commonly used in special effects movies and advertisements for tech commodities).
On that note, one advertisement is about that fact I have a machine… in MAH HEDz!!!! Wow, they are all Deleuzians, albeit shitty Deleuzians that read about teh machinery and don’t understand the ontological argument.
Another is about taking and giving good ‘opportunity’. I think this is some kind of neoliberal porn that shifts the libidinal goalposts beyond giving head or any other such explicitly sexual act to giving pure exploitable, resource-driven ‘opportunity’. Do Melbourne University graduates walk around licking their lips whispering in excited but restrained tones to each other about how awesome their most recent ‘opportunity’ was? I’ll have to pay more attention to Melbourne Graduates at the next conference and try to convince one of them to give me some of that sweet ‘opportunity’. Maybe over drinks or something.
Lastly, there was some other ad for Hegelians, and I didn’t understand it. But I am sure they were trying to sell me a mobile phone and GAWDDAM I want one… Good work Melbourne University! So many more mobile phones shall be sold now.
Back to work.