9th
It all remains, indeed, a farce.
ALL A FARCE ® is back.
After being lost among the horrors and travesties of hyper-private sector employment (read: consulting; perhaps meta- is the more accurate prefix), the web-based log of sorts is to be revived, by self-righteous mandate of its now-unemployed author.
Toward such an end, a reintroduction of sorts is merited, and so I steal it from my first attempt at the project using this name, from more than 2 years ago (when men were men and, in California, husband and husband):
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This blog isn’t about anything in particular. In fact, it’s resolutely purposeless – doggedly so – in order to reflect and inflect the hyperactive aimlessness of its author(s). A thought experiment for clarity: take a domesticated sloth, load it up with amphetamines (any serious stimulant will do), and plop it down in an advanced-undergraduate seminar on critical theory and social science methodology at NYU (or Columbia, depending on Cuddles’ geographic preference and verbal score on the SAT I.)
The fundamental guiding philosophy of this blog is that it – whatever it is, in its own deranged, socialized, and morally-bankrupt context – is all a farce. This is what happens when adolescent intellectualism (read: high-school ‘achievement’) collapses under the weight of collegiate disillusionment, but vague (and unjustified) feelings of superiority remain. Faith in the intrinsically absurd and contradictory nature of life achieves an intensity close to that of the First through Fourth Crusades (but overwhelmingly more genuine than those poseurs of the Fifth through Ninth and Northern Crusades.)
To this end, I’ll conclude this prologue with GK Chesterton’s response to The Times of London regarding the then-salient (since-discredited) question facing turn of the century Britain: ‘What’s Wrong with the World?’:
Dear Sirs,
I am.
Sincerely yours,
G.K. Chesterton
