Last week some time a friend of mine sent me a youtube video from a guy called Captain Disillusion (whom I have never heard of until receiving the link) who had a very special guest on his myth debunking channel: it was Beakman!

Last week some time a friend of mine sent me a youtube video from a guy called Captain Disillusion (whom I have never heard of until receiving the link) who had a very special guest on his myth debunking channel: it was Beakman!


I am currently working through some visual culture/studies ideas on how things shape our relationship with the social order and more basically the world around us. Without getting caught up in all the theories and manners of looking at things, it has gotten me to thinking more about something I said off the cuff to a friend of mine back over the summer when and after some of the more ridiculous things began happening where I attend University:
Continue reading Winston Zeddemore was the First Black* Guy I KnewActually it was the reply to a tweet. The one below in fact. Suddenly, going through twitter in the morning before getting out of bed changed the trajectory of the entire summer and, in all honesty, may have helped my reconnect with a very long forgotten piece of myself. I’ve used the analogy before, but in this case I very much feel like Columbus who has discovered something that thousands of people already knew about. The Ghostbusters cartoon, that is The Real Ghostbusters, had a comic.
Continue reading It All Started With a TweetMy apologies to my reader(s) about the long drought of blog material. Many people I know would say this was just a time to gather information with which to wow my readers with; this however, is not the case. Moving, class, and money have all gotten in the way of actually sharing points to ponder with the world at large. Hopefully, when I get my laptops repaired, or my desktop close enough to a wifi station to access the internet, the posts will take on some sort of rhythm and actually combine to make some kind of tangible, coherent thought phase. I wouldn’t hold my breath.
Continue reading The Ant and the Aardvark, er, um AnteaterThere are no penguins in the arctic, at least not anymore. In the 1960s Robert Silverberg wrote a hat trick of books about natural history and science. Funny thing, when I ordered them from Amazon they came discarded from Jr. High libraries. After reading two of them I realized that Jr. High students must have been capable of much higher degrees of thinking than the standard secondary children are forced to endure today. They are written in a plain spoken and easy to understand manner, that in no way detracts from their scholarly contribution to knowledge. But enough about the state of education in the 21st century, back to the northern penguins.
Continue reading The Great Northern Penguin and other bird brainsI do not like football. That is no secret among those that know me. So whenever the most important game comes around, I usually sit it out quietly with a good book. Before the days of instant knowledge and the internet I would occasionally sit through part of a game just to see how well the beer commercials were getting along. Now, thanks to youtube and other related internet phenomena, I no longer have to do that.
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| Sir David Attenborough recording a chorus of frogs in 1954. Photo courtesy of wildfilmhistory.org, a fantastic site |
Given that we are all living in the 21st century together and through the good advice of trusted associates of mine I have started a blog. I shall retro-act a New Year’s resolution of creating one and then cross it from my list. I am not at all entirely sure what this will always consist of or where it will go in the future. My guess is that it will just provide more filler for me to work on instead of actually doing work for my classes.
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