Rollin' Like Sisyphus

A Twilight Of Heroes, And Other Explications On The Cro-Magnon

Posted in The Fail Pail by Huckleberry on March 7, 2013

Science reliably informs me that Lena Dunham (pictured), the creative superforce behind the defining cultural document of our time, is more physically attractive than every other woman who’s ever existed, including Brad Pitt. Plus, the age-old 1am-in-the-bar joke “how many would it take?” does not mathematically apply with Mz. Dunham, because alcohol poisoning is no laughing matter.

Science reliably informs me that Lena Dunham (pictured), the creative superforce behind the defining cultural document of our time, is more physically attractive than every other woman who’s ever existed, including Brad Pitt. Plus, the age-old 1am-in-the-bar joke “how many would it take?” does not mathematically apply with Mz. Dunham, because alcohol poisoning is no laughing matter.


100 years ago, the future was large, expansive, and brimming with possibilities on the promise that we stood at the precipice of a nearly infinite number of frontiers waiting to be explored.
Needless to say, we didn’t what we were promised.
An argument can be made that those of the early 20th century have the most right to be upset about it, but to be honest we are the victims here – their future is our 9-to-5 – and the effects of this are more sweeping than still suffering with the absence of flying cars and hourly shuttle service to Tranquility Base. The deeper we push into this “future” the more obvious it is that the previous century wasn’t the first step of a large uphill swing for humanity; the century itself was the summit. Now, its zenith cleared, we’re heading back toward a more familiar direction.
Case in point – tell 1920s guy that, in the 21st century, a Nobel Peace Prize winning President of the United States will declare his unilateral right to indiscriminately kill U.S. Citizens on American soil without due process using tiny machines floating around in the sky. 1920s guy would dismiss you as a pessimistic Slippery-Slopery fear-mongering Luddite lunatic.
And yet his future is now.
But the worst aspects of this dour reality are that we live in a place and time where everything’s dangerous, everyone gets a trophy, and we’re all each such goddamn special little snowflakes it’s amazing anyone can see anything at all from the glare of our mutually reflective glory.
Every creation is the fetid discharge of a base infatuation with turning the mundane into the miraculous; our culture is a place where every triumph is merely showing up and saying “look at me.” Instead of striving for something more adventurous or imagining something more magnificent, the art of contemporary popular culture is nothing more than turning back the thin dirty sheet between the baser part of the human condition and the medium used to express it, then taking pride in that act as if each time it’s done, it’s the pinnacle of accomplishment. That the great artistic and creative achievements of our time no longer involve imagining something better or more wondrous is an awful thing in itself; that such striving is now replaced by simply revealing what we already know and kind of hate about ourselves is just a crime against the soul.
We think we’ve come a long way since Thales, but the sad fact is we’re closer to him now on the progress scale of intellectual sophistication than we’ve been since the Peloponnesian War, and we’re heading back to him ever more quickly.
By this time tomorrow, we will have forgotten everything we ever knew.

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  1. Giraffe said, on March 8, 2013 at 08:25

    Yes, but it’s march, so hey, madness.


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