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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

The Intramural's Of Utopia

The

Intramural's

Of

Utopia

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

11/20/2006

None ever notice it as our days drag on in what otherwise should have been a setting to experience life here to its fullest.

I think that is part of the modern adapted design.

Instead, we somehow have managed to "advance" ourselves into needing the manufacture of reasons for just about anything. Something for any sort of excitement which most times it seems, results in the introduction of some form of tragedy. Tragedy from the dynamic of gossip on large scale coupled with manufactured social strife. Or tragedy in realizing you missed the "big sale" by only a few hours.

Funny that it always seems to gravitate to tragedy? With all of the other options, it always seems to want that direction.

Maybe that is as result of the dumbing effect we managed to immerse ourselves in, as well? Continuously insisting that we all become a little dumber with each generation so as not to spoil the ease with which someone somewhere can implement a bad social re-run.

If we didn't keep ourselves getting dumber, it would be harder I suppose to play those tired old tragedies over and over again, each time the meat heads pitching them getting to act like they are king shit and the top of the world wielding some magnificent ploy.... when really, its just a dumber version of something that the substance of was lost years ago when it was converted to binary code and played like a program.

When you think about it, it could be an incredible existence we are leading... that is, if you can manage to avoid the commercials long enough to take it in for a moment.

But that of course is something near treason, if not at the least - heresy - in the modern social world.

DO NOT THINK BEYOND THE MASCOT!

Or the logo..... or the slogan.

It could very well result in the derailing of everything now known to the human species if only from the confusion it would incite being so alien and unfamiliar.

So I suppose that is what it amounts to in our day and age.... the intramural activity of making sure you are the person to re-introduce the daily dose of tragedy and distraction from the ease of living which could be.

I hear there might even be a jail sentence these days if a person fails to keep the tragic static buzzing.

It just isn't good for the economy, you know.

If it were me.. and I had the money to invest for myself... given what I have observed lately. I would leverage every cent into happy pills and blonde be*ty... at least for the next few years given the direction we seem to be going.

That and the military industrial complex... if of course I had the legal representation to protect my investments within those confines... knowing that the ease with which every cent could vanish in an instant could baffle the most brilliant of physicist... if not entirely realign the idea of physics, itself....

...much as blonde b*ty seems to have done in many ways.

But as long as the idiot box turns on at night... and as long as there are colorful, happy products that fill us with some mind altering chemical... then I suppose everything is all right...

...until of the course the next empty tragedy inspires us to go on another binge at the shopping mall... successfully rescuing ourselves from the impending doom of the day... which was probably forwarded... or maybe as result of forgetting that chain email that one time....

It's always good to see someone else going through a bit of tragedy... especially when it is known that you did your part to further it along in that great set of competition brackets that someone else always seems to get the "bye" seat on.... regardless of their performance record.

"Shirts" or "skins" just doesn't matter any more in this modern blur.. laughably blurred in the efforts of over imposed confinements attempting entirely the opposite effect.

Our modern version of human existence really seems only to be a converter of sorts in that progressing dynamic of "dumb." A converter which changes potentials and existing happiness, into tragedy... with more effort than it usually takes to simply change the channel.

It must be a terrible sign if the "tragic constant" isn't always in effect.

But I wouldn't know to which degree that might be true.... beyond of course the utter befuddled look on people's faces when they find themselves without something to worry about. Even if it is something they have done of their own... and just wanted something to worry about so bad that they placed it all in motion themselves....

...because let's face it, are you really a "loser" if it is that you manage to lose to your own manipulations?

And even being a "loser" is a guarantee of sorts. Especially in a world where it is so hard to actually "win."

If you are a loser, then at least you are still something... and more than in a position to continue the progress of tragedy.

From where ever you may again find yourself on that chart depicting some illusive progression that no one can really see....

...but every one is sure they have been excluded from.

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