Ironicwarcriminal posted:

Impper posted:

godel escher bach was the boringest thing i tried to read probably

Cyclonopedia

ya that too lol

deadken posted:

i just rewatched la chinoise. good film. cool line: 'we are not the ones using obscure language. it's our society, which is hermetic and closed up in the poorest of languages possible.' its saturday night lol

I watched Happy People: A Year In the Taiga wherein a dog runs alongside a snowmobile for 150km every new year's eve. saturday is cool.

deadken posted:

i lent my copy of cyclonopedia to a friend. then he met up w/ another dude whos doing science things and working on artificial trees to reduce atmospheric co2. he explained all about artificial trees and then he was like, what've you been doing lately. reading about trisons and the cross of akht and the mother of abominations, he said. i find that a really funny image for some reason

trees already do that. fuckin scientists

Ironicwarcriminal posted:

alright i might watch it tonight then, i've been putting it off because i feel like it's going to make me and my friends and this whole "milieu" just seem even gayer than i think now

it'll still do that but that's okay

Ironicwarcriminal posted:

drwhat posted:

deadken posted:

i just rewatched la chinoise. good film. cool line: 'we are not the ones using obscure language. it's our society, which is hermetic and closed up in the poorest of languages possible.' its saturday night lol



i decided to watch this with zero expectations and it turns out its a perfect cinematic summation of lf, it's just like reading a thread

ok i started watching it and i'm not gonna tviv it but already there's a guy who suffered physical violence as a consequence of his beliefs so it's not really like lf at all

Me, The Rhizzone (2013)

Ironicwarcriminal posted:

Actually, wait it's Shakespeare , all Shakespeare . I've tried to listen to the arguments in favour of his genius, to understand the context and to feel the supposed beauty of the words.....

It's still just as lame and trite as a Stephen Fry panel show on BBC: "every inch a king ho ho what a thigh slapper"

The only time i've ever laughed at Shakespeare is in Bowfinger when eddie murphy is heaps paranoid and thinks the studio is saying "shake-a-spear" as a racist taunt against him.

NTIPHOLUS: What woman's man? and how besides thyself? besides thyself?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one
that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: What claim lays she to thee?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Marry sir, such claim as you would lay to your
horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I
being a beast, she would have me; but that she,
being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: What is she?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may
not speak of without he say 'Sir-reverence.' I have
but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a
wondrous fat marriage.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: How dost thou mean a fat marriage?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench and all grease;
and I know not what use to put her to but to make a
lamp of her and run from her by her own light. I
warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a
Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday,
she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: What complexion is she of?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over
shoes in the grime of it.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: That's a fault that water will mend.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: What's her name?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's
an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from
hip to hip.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: Then she bears some breadth?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip:
she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out
countries in her.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: In what part of her body stands Ireland?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: Where Scotland?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: Where France?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war
against her heir.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: Where England?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no
whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin,
by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: Where Spain?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: Where America, the Indies?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Oh, sir, upon her nose all o'er embellished with
rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich
aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole
armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose.

ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE: Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Oh, sir, I did not look so low.