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keeping it real
so fantasia won ... well i had my money on her going a long way when i first saw her final 32 performance. But the season of idol has revealed to me many telling idiosyncrasies of our time and generation. Before i get started on another blabbering rant i believe this article from Life! sums up my sentiments pretty much. Although it's comparing Idol and Eurovision, much can be applied broadly. Even though we all know that Idol and other talent and reality shows are all manufactured and engineered to a certain point, why do we all still lap it up delightedly and wholly? I think that we live vicariously through the participants. We all dream of singing to a worldwide television audience onstage, or dating twenty members of the opposite sex at once, or being stranded on a faraway island with backstabbing bitches, don't we? And we experience all their joy and anguish and heartache and pain and laughter, if only passively and inconsequentially. If we wish not to feel the pain of jennifer hudson being booted or the sting of jasmine's tears running down her button-cute face, we just change the channels or turn the tv off. And we love to see others being put down, cos in the light of their weaknesses ours seem not to mattter. which is why simon's caustic mouth is a highly fascinating thing. the mockery of william hung's buck teeth and off-key renditions only serve to deflect the fact that we're just as much a loser as he is. like jerri said on survivor all stars, the 'personas' or 'characters' you see on tv aren't just that, they're real people. You can laugh or cry or jeer at them but they're flesh and blood. Easy to comprehend, but to truly grasp this truth you have to understand what we've become. We've been weaned on mtv and the internet. We've become enamoured with moving images and still pictures that come to us on the screen. Visual stimuli is what we ingest all the time, to our great delight. And we've taken things at face value. Because it's easier to. We've exchanged what is real, for another shifting and dymanically heightened "hyperreality". But this hyperreality isn't what is real. Ok we could sidetrack here from this lengthy rant to a philosophical discussion on Heisenberg's and Bohr's claim the the very act of observation by an observer changes the object being observed, but the truth is we have grown accustomed to taking things at face value that when we see the "real thing", its significance has been lost on us. Have you noticed the judges on Idol when a competitor is singing? Paula and Randy look lovingly onstage at the performer, while Simon looks intently at his screen on the judges' table. why? because he knows that what we the audience see is not the Idol wannabe singing on stage, but rather a series of shots from different cameras from different angles tracking a performer. He is looking at the onscreen image that has been created of that person, and which is being projected to us. And this image, which is broadcast to us, is what we will base our votes and opinons on. For us, the wide panning shots of her on stage, then tracking shots of her long back coupled with her left profile, followed by close-ups of her impossibly thick lips and huge mouth opening up to reach that note, are what amount to Fantasia Burrino. That's keeping it real for us today. Ok enough heavy stuff for your grey matter. Sorry bro, i couldnt resist this. heh. - An officer and a gentleman 1 - An officer and a gentleman 2 Posted by lucasho @ 5/29/2004 08:35:00 pm
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Wednesday, May 26, 2004 |
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Dance with my Father
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then Spin me around 'til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him I'd play a song that would never, ever end How I'd love, love, love To dance with my father again When I and my mother would disagree To get my way, I would run from her to him He'd make me laugh just to comfort me Then finally make me do just what my mama said Later that night when I was asleep He left a dollar under my sheet Never dreamed that he would be gone from me If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him I'd play a song that would never, ever end 'Cause I'd love, love, love To dance with my father again Sometimes I'd listen outside her door And I'd hear how my mother cried for him I pray for her even more than me I know I'm praying for much too much But could you send back the only man she loved I know you don't do it usually But dear Lord she's dying To dance with my father again Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream Now this is a prime example of Grammy-winning pop perfection. Anyways for all you scrabble buffs out there have a real good guffaw with this. Unbelievable. Which is why i always say that no matter how great your vocabulary is you're never gonna get triple-word scores with bad hands. It's all in the draw. Posted by lucasho @ 5/26/2004 04:20:00 pm
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Sunday, May 16, 2004 |
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Hysteria
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden... " I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end. Posted by lucasho @ 5/16/2004 01:37:00 pm
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Thursday, May 13, 2004 |
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(Tap. Tap.)
Hello? Assuming meta-authoring mode. (EEeeeINg) Boy. Too much feedback. Let me attempt once more. Ahem. (Tap.) Hello. This is Lucas' blog speaking. Ok. that's good. Now to try to speak like Lucas. Bleah. Ok. Like I said, this is lucas's blog. Sometimes, when he's too busy or lazy to update, or when he has a severe case of writer's block, I'll step in to post. You know, to keep me going on. I can't continue to live w/o any posts. It's as if no one is feeding me, or somebody suffocating me, to give an analogy. So I have to keep myself going when luc can't. Great. Yes, this is a sort of self-maintaining mechanism that was bulit into me when lucas first created this blog that i am. In fact, I may very well be the very first self-subsisting blog on the web. Anyway, while such posts serve to keep myself functioning and progressively existing, I will also attempt to entertain all of the readers of lucas's blog. That's right, all three of you, according to my last calculations. I can even attempt to speak in Lucas's voice. yea baby This voice-subsuming function is possible due to the irrefutable fact that Lucas and i are intricately colligated. Thus even when it seems that i am blogging in my own voice, Lucas may irrepressibly surface within me. This is why thus far in this post the appearance of technical jargon and bombastic language has been sporadic, though not completely absent. metaphysical, man. That should be all for now. Do note that my current name is |deus:sex:machina|, arising from lucas' parody of his brother's occasional on-screen persona, and also as an assertion of his own prowess. Bleah. Just kidding heh. My name can and will often change. Due to such inconstancy and flux, I will call myself Lucas' blog till a title of permanance can be attached to me. Till next time, peace out. Posted by lucasho @ 5/13/2004 09:31:00 pm
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Sunday, May 09, 2004 |
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Never let a fool kiss you or a kiss fool you.
Posted by lucasho @ 5/09/2004 07:46:00 pm
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Monday, May 03, 2004 |
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The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory! Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test Well. I'm moderately avaricious as this test says. Boy. Posted by lucasho @ 5/03/2004 09:36:00 pm
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Sunday, May 02, 2004 |
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I've fallen in love. That warm fuzzy feeling burning in your chest ... the lightheaded joyfulness. Walking on air? Walking on sunshine? No, now i'm drifting on cloud nine. There's a permanent smile on my face. Everyday's Christmas, and every night is new year's eve.
Once i was sleepless, restless, untamed, and largely misunderstood. Now i'm riding across the night, ensconced within her affections, reveling in pure bliss. She's beautiful, she's lovely. Exquisite and elegant, perfection incarnate. Every minute I spend with her is but a second in heaven. We are made for each other. In this lonely world we were meant to be in love. She's an angel, a Godsend. A blessing sent from above, she's everything i've ever dreamed of, and much more. Holding her hand, touching her face, I know she deserves much better than me. But in my embrace she draws nearer to me holding tight. And we kiss. Her sweet warm tender lips on mine. The press of her teeth behind her lips. Gentle, pure and heavenly. I am in ecstasy. It was truly love at first sight. She came towards me, and when our eyes met, time really did stop ticking. Two souls collided and connected in that very moment. I had found my best friend, my partner, my other half, my lover, my everything. I love you, now and forever. Posted by lucasho @ 5/02/2004 09:29:00 pm
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if you watch alicia keys' latest video "If I Ain't Got You", you'll notice she's wearing, on her right ear, a key earring. I mean it's cool but then, also a rather lame reference to her last name, no? heh.
Posted by lucasho @ 5/02/2004 12:08:00 am
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