blustocking | The A.D.D. Generation

Wait, I do have something to say...but I'm worn out. Let's just say that I wish our society wasn't so obsessed with "entertainment". I wish instead of our generational motto being, "Entertain me" it were something more along the lines of "Teach me." We have all of this great technology now, these wonderful means of information retrieval and communication and it's primarily used to distract us from our "boring" lives.

"Such a rush to do nothing at all
Such a fuss to do nothing at all
Such a rush to do nothing at all
Such a rush to get nowhere at all
Such a fuss to do nothing at all
Such a rush.

And it's just like you said,
It's just like you said.

Such a rush to do nothing at all.
Such a fuss to get nowhere at all.

Such a fuss X2

And it's just like you said.
It's just like you said.

Just slow down please,
Just slow down,
Just slow down please,
Just slow down.

Such a rush X15 (w/ increasing intensity)

Look at all the people going after money.
Far too many people looking for their money.
Everybody's out there, trying to get money.
Why can't you just tell me,
Try to get money, rush.

Such a rush.
They all rush.
Such a rush X7"

--"Such A Rush", Coldplay

...better if you hear it.

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leisure is gone--gone where the spinning-wheels are gone, and the pack-horses, and the slow wagons, and the pedlars, who brought bargains to the door on sunny afternoons. Ingenious philosophers tell you, perhaps, that the great work of the steam-engine is to create leisure for mankind. Do no believe them: it only creates a vacuum for eager thought to rush in: Even idleness is eager now--eager for amusement: prone to excursion-trains, art-museums, periodical literature, and exciting novels: prone even to scientific theorising, and cursory peeps through microscopes. Old Leisure was quite a different personage: he only read one newspaper, innocent of leaders, and was free from that periodicity of sensations which we call post-time. He was a contemplative, rather stout gentleman, of excellent digestion,--of quiet perceptions, undiseased by hypothesis: happy in his inability to know the causes of things, preferring the things themselves. He lived chiefly in the country, among pleasant seats and homesteads, and was fond of sauntering by the fruit-tree wall, and scenting the apricots when they were warmed by the morning sunshine, or of sheltering himself under the orchard boughs at noon, when the summer pears were falling. He knew nothing of weekday services, and thought none the worse of the Sunday sermon if it allowed him to sleep from the text to the blessing--liking the afternoon service best, because the prayers were the shortest, and not ashamed to say so, for he had an easy, jolly conscience, broad-backed like himself, and able to carry a great deal of beer or port-wine,--not being made squeamish by doubts and qualms and lofty aspirations. Life was not a task to him, but a sinecure: he fingered the guineas in his pocket, and ate his dinners, and slept the sleep of the irresponsible; for had he not kept up his charter by going to church on the Sunday afternoons?
Fine old Leisure! Do not be severe upon him, and judge him by our modern standard: he never went to Exeter Hall, or heard a popular preacher, or read "Tracts for the Times" or "Sartor Resartus."

I thought that was interesting, though you have to keep in mind it was written in the mid-ninteenth century.

it's by George Eliot, from Adam Bede I think.

It's a very slow downward spiral towards slothdom, isn't it?

Funny that the activities he spoke of as being new and monopolising are the same things that I wish people would do more of today. I'm sure in 30-40 years, old timers such as youself and I will lament about how no one is content to write in their online journal, play video games, or go see a movie in a theater anymore. Eventually, we'll all lie in our sleep-deprevation chambers seemingly dead to the collapsed world around us, but plugged into the life of our choosing.
Although, he spoke of the "new times" as opening up minds (though not for Old Leisure) I wish I could say the same for our own "new times". Ignorance is truly bliss, only now, we seem to be seeking out that ignorance. QUICK! Where's that switch?! Not that I can blame people entirely for wanting to turn off and drop out, but the disappointment comes when I see no one making a move to flip the switch to "on". The courage to care will, and is, a desirable trait.
Yep. It's a happy day.

Bye, bye George.

p.s. thank you boddah. :)

george eliot was a WOMAN!

what the hell is wrong with an art museum, george?

I knew that, but I had COMPLETELY forgotten it. I can remember a long string of numbers fairly easily, but yet the things I really care about are constantly slipping from my mind. I worry about what I'll remember when I'm not in school. I'm not that good at challenging myself sometimes. Heheh, I can sometimes be just as lazy about learning as the people I was bitching about. At least I recognize it and am trying to change it. Foo. I hate forgetting. *downs a bottle of Ginko Biloba, if only for a placebo effect*

Art is fer bums with no future bow-duh! Learnin' is fer crazies! Werds?! Yew want me ta REEEEAD?!

This initial post was inspired by Harry Potter, it's crazy-obsessed followers, and the fact that the title had to be dumbed down for A-mur-i-ka.

I was going to go out tonight, but I don't feel very social...and I'm more poor than I thought.

The A.D.D. Generation

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Oh me of little faith...

i'll tell you a secret

I'm beginning to think my brain can only hold so much.