why wy?
Saturday, March 26, 2005 at 1:49 PM
Daaarling leeeaave a light on for me
"I want to dedilate this song by belinda carlie to my frwend. Stay cool n funky forever..."
I was too young to go to tea parties or roller discos, and besides, my hand-eye coordination is still lacking, 15 years later. On the radio here, they actually have a programme for you to dedicate a song to your pet cat/dog/rabbit etc.
Had a great laugh from a blog, which I feel embarrassed to post the link because I am going to make fun of it, but she is studying philosophy in a great singapore institution, and this is what she had to say.
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I read Sartre and Camus at 17. Because L'Etranger was just delicious to keep saying, as was roudoudou, but that didn't make much sense to anyone and was hardly intellectual, but rolled on my tongue so soft and hard at once that it was like kissing the perfect mouth with just the right amount of tongue. In any case, it all began there, with the French and their beautiful words and lilts and existential lullabies.
I correctly read philosophy at University and always took Existentialism and Phenomenology very very seriously, perhaps because not many others did and also because I sympathise that it is just not a simple job convincing the world that there is great magnitude in the difference between being and Being.
Heidegger dislocated me and I submitted like a caged virgin
All Heidegger ever did for me was give a massive headache and the strong conviction that all German philosophers are crazy. Ref: Nietzche, Kant, Wittgenstein (ok, austrian, but close enough). The French are close, but at least they look cooler with their berets and coffee. Sartre rhymes with arse (British pronunciation), kind of, spoke a lot of nothing, and was less funny than Seinfeld, the show based on nothing.
A further riff on the idea of sexy philosophers - is it an oxymoron? I thought long and hard about it and many of them have visually unattractive amounts of facial hair - Nietzche again, socrates, confucius. The only one that stands a chance with me is kierkegaard, ignoring small niggling thingies like philsophically, he valued religion over sex, and um, he's kinda dead.
To be fair, the above-mentioned blogger does write with more style than moi and she looks pretty hot too.
Mad Hatter. said...
You never went to a roller disco? Boy have you missed out! We had an excellent skate rink in the 'big town' (read: 100,000 people) about 15 minutes away from us. It rocked - and so did i, being perpetually off balance - but the roller discos, complete with mirror ball, bad music and cool as ice 'DJ' in his box on the side of the rink, were fabulous!
Fond memories flooding over me, thanks for the prompt!
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Unknown said...
Er, i still go to Mambo Jambo once in a while to "re-live" a little of Belinda Carlise, Erasure, Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam, Rick Astley and who's not. Tell people im 24 and still patronising Mambo, its a big social no-no in Singapore to let respectable people know that vital bit about myself but i dont really care. But like you, i never went to any tea parties before, didnt even know till im overaged.
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tygertyger said...
*pat pat* there there I have a copy of Belinda's greatest hits which i still play when I want to remember how I felt the first time I touched American pop culture :) She rules. And I don't care what people say, Heaven on Earth is still a great song.
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