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Is it possible to be truly happy?
Whenever I feel as happy as I think I’ll ever be, I’m gripped with sadness knowing that it wont last and I don’t know how long it’ll be before I feel joy again. My happiness carries with it and overwhelming pain and weight of knowing it has to end.
Everything Sucks
Having a week where the true unbearableness of existing is like a thousand tons weighing on my shoulders leaving me begging for respite. Aware of the cruelty of existence As a woman As a non white woman Life is truly unbearable. I’m not depressed or suicidal. These are simply facts. I choose to focus on lighter things but society’s consistent ignorance and derision of women and women’s pain is truly defeating. I dont see a good outcome. Women rip open scars and barely healed wounds to prove the damage caused by men and individuals who never thought twice about ruining these women’s lives. My soul is in pain. Existing is being in a constant state of pain. This is how they kill us.
“Trees exchange chemicals with fungus, and send seeds—essentially information packets—with wind, birds, bats, and other visitors for delivery around the world. Simard specializes in the underground relationships of trees. Her research shows that below the earth are vast networks of roots working with fungi to move water, carbon, and nutrients among trees of all species. These complex, symbiotic networks mimic human neural and social networks. They even have mother trees at various centers, managing information flow, and the interconnectedness helps a slew of live things fight disease and survive together.”
Alia Shawkat photographed by Dan Doperalski for WWD magazine (2016).
Change
I see myself changing into a woman I don't recognize. A job with tons of travel, doing and organizing 10K runs for charity, playing in a kickball league and the marketing chair for an urbanist PAC. I’ve seen these things in the biographies of women I’ve admired and always wondered how they did it. How can someone do so many activities. Even as I do these things now, I don't know how others do it. I don't know how I do it. I don't recognize myself anymore.
tumblr meme culture is really just a form of neo dadaism
I’d like to clarify:
dada was a largely european art movement that took place after wwi. this time and place is not a coincidence. let me explain.
dada art made no sense. the artists who made dada lived in a world in which nothing made sense - in which conventional logic led to the senselessness of a world war. so, making art that made no sense, making - well, you can’t really call it art, so making ANTI-art that rejected the conventions that brought about that atrocity in the first place - it made total sense. (if that makes any sense.)
so the artists did weird things. new things! putting things that were already made together and calling it sculpture, cutting up bits of pictures and putting them together and calling that something to frame - this site has some nice examples.
but from my perspective - there’s serious intellectual continuity between the absurdity of attaching a bunch of tacks to the bottom of an iron, rendering it useless, and say…. bath bomb posts. Put a fucking macbook in a bath. it’s useless now. Nobody fucking cares anymore. you want something funny? you want a punchline? gun. that’s your punchline. Take it. I am laughing
in a way it could be a method of venting some of the frustration and hopelessness and dissatisfaction that tumblr’s userbase (largely, disenfranchised millennials) feels in the modern day. I can’t really speak for anyone else, but… at least from a US perspective, there’s plenty to be disillusioned about. growing up in a constant state of questionably justified war, income inequality, an economic recession caused by the actions of a handful of wealthy fucks who didn’t even get properly punished, growing awareness of police brutality, being called lazy and self-absorbed by the generations that gave us these problems in the first place… I can’t help but think that these factors (and more) could produce a similar mindset to the one that precipitated the first dada movement.
so of COURSE we make nonsense jokes. it’s a coping mechanism for a world which doesn’t make any sense.
related: this isn’t by tumblr but I have to plug UCLA’s atrocity of a virtual gallery once more. it really needs to be experienced, but… it’s definitely also millennial neo dada. from the presentation (like an unplayable video game) to the content (THE DOGS HAVE ARRIVED), it is exactly what I am talking about. it is a fucking shitpost. and it’s high art, too! I love this
tl;dr: my generation is fed up with this bullshit, and the best way that we can express that is by shitposting. alternatively, dada was an early precursor to modern shitposting and we should all thank duchamp for signing a fucking urinal
a dear friend has given a perfect update to some of my phrasing, courtesy of their word replace extension:
you see this? this is exactly what I’m fucking talking about. the thing that I’m talking about is:
I’d also say that while Dadaism was obsessed with the technological aspects of Modernity, of newspapers, of industrial mechanics and factory made clocks, neo-dadaism (of which shitposting but also the increasingly broad reach of the New Aesthetic and net aesthetics) is obsessed with the technological aspects of our time, or at the beginning of our time.
As just a comparison, the Clock in Absurdist and Dadaist art is both a symbol of the uplifting beginning of industrial relations (as one of the first complicated machines made by manufacturers, as the symbol of mankind’s ability to triumph and analyze nature and better ourselves) and as the deified symbol of horrific modernity (of demarcated time, labor hours, the oppression of the working class via managerial time), Neo-Dadaism/Absurdism has a similar relationship with early computers, which both symbolizes the utopian attitudes which we entered the digital age with, and the horrifying period we live in now, where the Digital is ever present and semi-deified.
My favorite dada satire is probably from Georges Grosz who takes the kind of robotic modernist tube people of folks like Leger:
and turns them into these mindlessly patriotic broken automatons chanting rote phrases:
And it’s so so funny to me that there’s all kinds of Gen X artists out there creating art about the millennials on their damn cellumar phones who think they’re the inheritors of this aesthetic but really it’s people who use the Madden gif generator to shitpost because they’re taking the technology meant for a coherent purpose for a particular narrative and they’re breaking it and turning it back on itself.
I think you might be onto something…
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Aside from color palettes and materials used, I see literally zero difference.
This is one of the top 3 best posts I’ve ever seen on tumblr and I’ve been here for years.
Love
STATUS: DAY MADE.
This post has been on my mind constantly for ages.
it got better
I think about this post at least once a week and send up thanks to the internet gods
We put down a deposit on a place to move into together. I’m so excited but also mourning my life before moving in with him. I love him and know that I want to live with him, but as with all change it comes at a cost. I’m losing the time and space I’ve had to myself for years. The days where I’ve been able to do nothing all day if I don't want to, time alone on the bathroom floor scrolling through tumblr. I’m losing pieces of myself to us and its ok, but I’ll miss my 5 years living without my partner.
In exchange I will get him in my bed every night, us eating dinner together, doing laundry, sharing a life. Aging is hard when you realize you can't go backwards.
I knew I was truly in love when I realized there aren't enough days in one lifetime to satisfy the amount of time I want to spend with him.
