So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms. In your arms.
July 4, 2010 - 2:36pm
I don't know where you're at but this weekend has certainly been a lot more fun than last weekend.
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Why does the babble text editor tease us with the option to choose colours which don't actually show up when we post?
It's a mystery to me. Because there are some really nice versions of the same editor babble uses at tinyMCE, too.
Laurie Anderson. Which is who it turned out to be. Oh boy. Right again.
Bah. Colours are bourgeois affectations. Comes the revolution, comrade, their services will no longer be required.
Bah. Colours are bourgeois affectations. Comes the revolution, comrade, their services will no longer be required.
OK...so how do we know which flag to march under?
Bah. Colours are bourgeois affectations. Comes the revolution, comrade, their services will no longer be required.
Ahem.
Bourgeois affectation... is that anything like bourgeois decadence?
Perhaps Catchfire didn't get the memo...
You can start the self-flagellation anytime now Catchfire.
It's always nice to see people congregating outside(and for bicycles to have been in such abundance that it was difficult to park). While I was uncomfortable at Cyndi's show when I was up close surrounded bya wall of video phoners(even if the experience lent greater profundity to the drag queen show I saw earlier in the day) It was heart warming to go farther back from the stage where groups of relaxed friends lip sang "if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waitin" to each other and the boy with the rainbow coloured hoola hoop danced his heart out. I also went to nathan phillip square where a friend and I caught the jazz drifting in the air and I got to see the ecstatic expression on the face of another good friend as he danced on stage with one of his cultural heros. Another man upon greeting some of his friends who arrived there as the encore started stated: you're just in time for the best part Of course the best part for us was the long walks home. Hanging our bodies uside down and remembering the awkwardness of that which we usually take for granted; how you can be walking and falling at the same time. smelling the flowers, tasting the mulberries. Revisiting our ghosts and we traversed queen street. Watching drunken dancing after last call at cameron house. Getting down to the core, following the labryinth in grange park, both recanting our sins through the eye of god and reclaiming our virginity through the tree of life. Lying under the silver maple where I wrote that poem when I was 22. But most of all just seeing people beautifully trying to be truly themselves.
And life is grand
And I will say this at the risk of falling from favor
With those of you who have appointed yourselves
To expect us to say something darker
And love is real
And though I realize this is not a deep observation
To those of you who find it necessary
To conceal love or obscure it, as is the fashion
life is grand
[Snatching ebodyknows' box of crayola crayons]
BAD EBODYKNOWS, YELLOW ON WHITE, ILLEGIBLE, BAD BAD
[tossing crayons into the microwave]
And I will say this at the risk of falling from favor
With those of you who have appointed yourselves
To expect us to say something darker
Can someone tell me what the thread title is about, or what it's quoting, or what its significance is? It's intriguing!
Beats the heck out of me.
Beats the heck out me too!????
Can someone tell me what the thread title is about, or what it's quoting, or what its significance is? It's intriguing!
hmm the first part of my colour text post got lost in trying to figure out the colour thing.
Bagkitty was right it's laurie andersons 'o superman'. But let's let x=x and see that it is also the tao teh ching.
Catchfire was right that it's about recognizing the necessity of our bourgeois affectations and the importance of transcending them.
Ken was right that when all colour and flags have forsaken us we can still try to believe in mom.
of course as Fidel said it's all a mystery.
and I'm just in love
Michelle: here is the video.
Bah. Colours are bourgeois affectations. Comes the revolution, comrade, their services will no longer be required.
Ahem.
Bourgeois affectation... is that anything like bourgeois decadence?
Perhaps Catchfire didn't get the memo...
You can start the self-flagellation anytime now Catchfire.
This discussion is vexing! OHOHOHOHO PUNNY LITTLE OL' ME.
Language is a virus!
Double rainbow all the way across the sky. Sooo intense!
Ummm can someone explain the vexing pun to me?
Anyone know why the agrarian workers chose the flag?
I have no idea what this thread is about. It would be great if it was actually about Laurie Anderson, but the videos in the OP make no reference to this.
Actually, I thought, with the thread title, this might have been a discussion about real dolls.
Sorry Jas, eschewing the warm embrass of celebrities is what the thread is about....Well partly, I'm but a hue in this thread you're welcome to help add colour to the discussion as well. But there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow(I checked) so don't worry about making the discussion too goal oriented. Just be vibrant. So what about those dolls?
ebody, your first post links to a Cyndi Lauper video and the second to some other band. I don't get the Laurie Anderson connection or the reference in your thread title. Is it later in the videos?
well aside from laurie what do the words
"So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms. In your arms."mean to you?
personally I'd just seen the concert and realized i felt more comfortable away from the stage where friends lip sang the words to each other than up close where there was literally a wall of people all with there video phones out.
Did Cyndi do a cover of Laurie Anderson? That would be cool.
Did Cyndi do a cover of Laurie Anderson? That would be cool.
I don't get it, why would it be cool?
Why wouldn't it be cool? Cyndi Lauper, Laurie Anderson. They could do covers of each other's songs. Why do you keep linking to random artists? What does it have to do with the thread title? Are we going to find out in post #99?
As for the lyrics in the thread title, I think the song O Superman is about the mediation and in some cases replacement of human needs of affection and caring and intimacy by and with technology. But upon wiki'ing it, I see there may be more to it. Interesting. And also very pertinent to the kind of times we live in now.
Why wouldn't it be cool? Cyndi Lauper, Laurie Anderson. They could do covers of each other's songs.
Actually you're right they'd probably be good at doing each others songs. I think they both have the same true colour. The predominant theme in the o superman video and Cyndi's outfit and hair in the pride concert video I posted are both red and black. They match! Hot dogs are also red and black....coincidence? But I'm not certain if it's cyndi's real colours because maybe it was just because it was the week after g20 that she picked red and black.
Well, the links have not been totally random, not to me anyway. I added the last link in my previous post because I was happy to be making a "rainbow connection" with you.
Without links we are just black and white on rabble, I've been dissatisfied with this mediated form of communication, thus the importance of links is to add some more colour to try and express what can't be captured with just black text. Do you eat your hot dogs plain or do you add mustard and relish or blue cheese? I guess I am trying to get better at satisfying my human needs...we've known for a while justice is gone, I think the g20 showed us we don't have the capabilities to use force so according to the tao that leaves us with mom. So like mom told me I'm trying to "find the light and colour of this land and set it free and the darkness will disappear"
Pride made me realize the importance of letting your true colours shine. It also made me feel like we can't do it alone, red and black are not powerful enough by themselves, and even though the magnificent fidel showed us how to take on different colours[try quoting post #2 to see how] bagkitty kindly pointed out that it's unbalanced to try and be a superman and embody all the colours of the rainbow on your own. Is mom satisfying your human needs? Can you help?
Don't be afraid to shine. It's why we love.
Ellen Seiter analyzes advertisements in Parents magazine during this period of
growth of educational toys from the 20s to the 50s. “Parents continually repeated the
platitude that play was educationally valuable” (1995, p. 66). “Toys could guarantee joy
yet be instruments of hard work and achievement. What more could anyone ask from a
commodity?” (Seiter, 1995, p. 67). Similarly, Cross notes that “Play had become the
‘work’ of children. And work required tools” (Cross, 1997, p. 129). This bourgeois view
of childhood play as a privileged and generative site for developing the agency of cultural
producer, or “worker,” was established in opposition to a hedonistic, “consumptive” or
“recreational” view of play that was associated with licensed products and the growing
tide of children’s “junk culture”. Cross suggests, “The ideals of self-directed play, with
objects of simple design had nothing to do with the appeal of character toys. Educational
playthings represented, to middle-class parents, a bulwark against the tide of
commercialism and its threat to undermine parental authority and Victorian values
After the ascendancy of television in the fifties the Victorian parental orientationtoward childhood discipline and intellectual development has been overshadowed by theinfluence of a fast-paced, commercial, and fantasy-based children’s popular culture.Middle-class attitudes towards restraint and denial in consumption have eroded in theface of television and the ubiquity of children’s popular culture. We have been left withan increasingly reified distinction between education and entertainment, separatelyinstitutionalized in school disciplines versus commercial amusements, each with distinctgenres and class identifications. Among a more educationally conscious sector of themiddle-class, however, there is continued resistance to faddish toys in favour ofeducational toys developed in earlier decades. Other more “progressive” parents believethat they should try to make learning fun. The market niche of non-licensed andeducationally-marked children’s products, ranging from wooden train sets to classicchildren’s books and Lego blocks become a source of an anti-mainstream cultural capitalthat unites the anti-commercial sentiments of certain sectors of both the conservative andprogressive middle-class. ”
From: "Engineering Play: Children’s softwareand the cultural politics of edutainment" Mizuko Ito
Given this paragraph is describing the culture in which the people who raised many of us developed, what can we do with our current cultural context to make things better? Do you believe in 'self-directed play'? Is acting on such beliefs socially acceptable within your personal culture?
I just wanna say thanks to my elders. I may not like everything you've given or left me but it is all i got. So Thanks.
Written in the garden near trinity bellwoods during a men's circle where I was asked the questions where are you?/Where are you going:I'm in my body / my personal boundries and limitations define me / I'm confined by my dreams / I exist within the tapestry of dream being woven by the multitudes that surround me / I rest upon time, an unimaginable quantity of wishes, fears, accidents and practicalities of the past have added themselves to the bed on which I too shall sleep. / I am in my mind. / My understanding of things and colour of my thoughts and even just the simple words I find familiar define me and what I can connect to. / I am in an major urban centre, a social creature, a being of the earth, surrounded by many bodies. / I am a child of the mass age, with mass media and disembodied electronic dreams running deep through me. / I am a being who grew believing in the value of self-directed play, but those who raised me had already forgotten the game. / I am surrounded by many who are trying to figure it out as we try to play together.
"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me."
There was an elder from winnipeg in toronto this week who mentioned about Beavers as a symbol of wisdom. Pointing out the wisdom of using your talents because if you don't you can even die from it like a beaver who's teeth continue to grow without use.
It's a clever trick of the poem to ask the question with the obvious answer then make a statement that subltly implies a not-so-obvious to answer question. If I start to wear purple now will the people i know just get used to it by the time I'm old or will it be different people that I know?
"When I am an old woman I shall wear ....
saucy pink hats"
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Wow, that hat is out of this world. Don't wait!
When I am old I will ride a rainbow bike
with a lonlieness that doesn't go.
Is asking for self-directed play just an easy privleged white male thing to expect? Would it be better to concentrate on eleveating the unprivlegedness(I was going to say suffering but I don't want to assume anyone is suffering) of the less privelleged than to brag about how enlightened I am at play? Is there any use in asking the masses to let their true colors shine if they are chained and gaged in some dark and dank closet?
Hhhhmmmmm
"Your mind and my heart will never agree until your mind ceases to live in numbers and my heart in the mist."
Your saying to me, "I do not understand you," is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve. How mean am I when life gives me gold and I give you silver, and yet I deem myself generous.
WOW!
WOW is of course MOM upside down. :) Which colour would you say your MOM is?
Green :-)
My Momma's green too!
Okay, I think I need to apologize. I was wrong. I'm sorry for putting superheros down. I totally need superheros.
Well he's dressing up as a superhero, However, he at 5 didn't seem to think that would be too big a deal to crossdress on halloween first. Good thing he's got his mom to support him.
I think that some of that static on the radio is cosmic background radiation leftover from the big bang. Apparently if we turn on our TV sets(the older TV sets anyway) and change the channel half-way so it's not receiving any CATV broadcast, what we're seeing is about 3% or so cosmic background radiation or as some say, a map of the universe after the big bang. I don't see anything myself though. It looks like static and sounds like hell.
I thought the thread title referred to some maternal, post-modern extension of the Machinenmensch in Fritz Lang's Metropolis. Duh!
lol. I think you might be on to something there.
leading with lollipops.