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Picture in the News
Jun. 24th, 2005 01:20 pmThis picture somehow really speaks to me. It's not perfect art, but it's dramatic, and especially for western audiences it might just have a fair bit of symbolism.
Jun. 24th, 2005
Florida Spirit!
Jun. 24th, 2005 03:54 pmNow you too can show how much you heart Florida
Or, be boring, and go for more work-appropriate apparel
Or, be boring, and go for more work-appropriate apparel
Friday Night
Jun. 24th, 2005 08:20 pmI just had a pretty long and interesting conversation with Mia and Vince about mindset. About the mindset of fear today from terrorism. About the tendency to not speak about bad things the groups currently holding power have done (the victor writes the history). About the cold war.
I lived through the cold war. I know nothing of the height of it, but in middle and high school we read Tom Clancy and played games set around nuclear, chemical and biological warfare in our back yards. We knew way too much about ICBMs and nuclear weapons. I'd go as far as to say that most of my class in high school could've explained to you the difference between a fission and fusion bomb (A and H bomb). We had fallout shelters in school and in my home apartment buildings. School councelors dealt with kids having nightmares about nuclear war. Post-apocalyptic movies and books were not as much far-fetched fiction as they were a very possible reality. Dr. Strangelove and War Games were very poignant works dealing with the major fears of my youth.
The world was divided in two. The West versus Communism. We didn't have really much stake in he whole struggle, as long as we could stay in the West. We liked to eat hamburger and watch American TV, because Russian TV and movies were boring and sucked and their Sci-Fi books were just weird and way too literary. Alternatively, the whole free market and capitalist ideology export wasn't that big of a deal to the Americans, or at least that's what it seemed like. Terrorists were just an annoyance, popping up from any multitude of unhappiness; you had the anarchists, and far right, and neofascists, and far left, and separatists, and Palestinians, and Basques, and IRA, and they'd all blow up night clubs or VIPs and that's just how it was.
I feel old, and lonely.
I lived through the cold war. I know nothing of the height of it, but in middle and high school we read Tom Clancy and played games set around nuclear, chemical and biological warfare in our back yards. We knew way too much about ICBMs and nuclear weapons. I'd go as far as to say that most of my class in high school could've explained to you the difference between a fission and fusion bomb (A and H bomb). We had fallout shelters in school and in my home apartment buildings. School councelors dealt with kids having nightmares about nuclear war. Post-apocalyptic movies and books were not as much far-fetched fiction as they were a very possible reality. Dr. Strangelove and War Games were very poignant works dealing with the major fears of my youth.
The world was divided in two. The West versus Communism. We didn't have really much stake in he whole struggle, as long as we could stay in the West. We liked to eat hamburger and watch American TV, because Russian TV and movies were boring and sucked and their Sci-Fi books were just weird and way too literary. Alternatively, the whole free market and capitalist ideology export wasn't that big of a deal to the Americans, or at least that's what it seemed like. Terrorists were just an annoyance, popping up from any multitude of unhappiness; you had the anarchists, and far right, and neofascists, and far left, and separatists, and Palestinians, and Basques, and IRA, and they'd all blow up night clubs or VIPs and that's just how it was.
I feel old, and lonely.