After Sarah Palin outrages the very last person on earth and a certain newly dead French anthropologist's predictions come to pass, new species will evolve on this planet to cope with ever-changing conditions. These animals might be intelligent enough to foster their own version of society. Perhaps even a society superior to ours according to however one might judge such things.
However, inevitably, the sun will explode and turn Earth into a cinder. Any fragment of humanity that might have existed will be vaporized. All that will remain will be some vestigial Voyager-like exploration spacecraft and radio signals that get asymptotically weaker with each light year they travel.
So really, Umberto Eco's reasons why lists provide us with an illusion of order in nature and immortality are the same reasons we watch "Sex Rehab w/ Dr. Drew" or listen to Kendra Jade ride the Sybian; because we are witnessing what will certainly be the last evidence of humanity. And the gravity of that is undeniable.
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@blix: I always wonder though "aren't there ONLY 5 ab moves"? I mean, how many could there possibly be that don't actually work? And how many could there really be in total.
Is there really some rube out there doing the "180 degree backwards standing ab fold spine breaking crunch"?
1) have myself a real good time
2) float around in ecstasy
3) be shooting star leaping through the skies
4) defy laws of gravity (like a tiger)
5) be a racing car passing by (like Lady Godiva)
6) go go go
7) burn through skies
8) YEAH! (note: two hundred degrees)
9) travel at speed of light
10) make a supersonic man out of you
@forwardmotion: He's a semiotics professor. He's an expert in the science of visual symbols. Visual symbolism impacts our lives in profound ways that we can seldom consciously acknowledge.
1) Get plague booster shot
2) Ravish maiden
3) Fire full-time serfs; go to work-for- hire model
4) Ravish maiden
5) Challenge Oldo of Omvaria to a joust
6) Cancel joust
7) Write checks to serfs
8) Forget to make bank deposit
9) Kill serfs
10) Ravish maiden
@belltolls: You sooo totally invented "Alfred of Alsace." Hilarious! But why not employ an actual real historical character depicted by Umberto Eco in a work of fiction? I.e., Jacques de Molay, the last Grand Master of the Order of the Knights Templar? Here's his list:
1. Vacation on the Isle of Cyprus!
2. Decide the Crusades are stoopid.
3. Have strategically "diplomatic" dinner with Pope Boniface VIII, laugh at his lame jokes
4. Piss off the King of France
5. Get arrested, get tortured GITMO-style, get forced to admit that the Knights Templar are an order of devil-worshiping homosexuals.
6. Defiantly recant aforementioned statements in open trial.
7. REALLLLY piss off both the Pope and the king of France.
7. Get burned at the stake.
8. (Epilogue) When the head of French King Louis XVI was severed by the guillotine during the French Revolution, an anonymous person reportedly jumped on the gallows and shouted, "Jacques de Molay is avenged!"
I am a big fan of Eco's work, and I gotta say I definitely agree with his theory. I don't think lists are the be-all-end-all of human existence, but making lists is one of the things which has actually made my life better.
I've worked with, and against, depression for the past decade, and apart from medication and CBT work, the biggest thing keeping my life on track is the little 3x5 card I keep in my pocket with all my to-do stuff. I re-write the card every night and carry over the stuff I haven't done yet. It's helped immensely, and the satisfaction of checking a thing off the list is a great feeling.
My college tried to surreptitiously ban smoking throughout campus. Luckily, we're not some namby-pamby fey northern liberal arts school; we're a motherfucking southern school with real live frats where people get drunk and nonsmokers smoke, and true red-blooded Americans won't stand for any a' that gay mothering shit.
No, but seriously, I'm glad I can saunter around campus with my cigarette looking super cool and annoying the hell out of all the tour groups and parents behind me.
You know what Im ready for? The FAT TAX. I'm so sick of all the whining about smokers and drinkers and now sex addicts and whatevs. When are we gonna deal with the fact that our country is stuffing food down its gullet like there's no tomorrow--talk about self-medicating!
Put me in coach on a plane, or on a crowded subway or elevator or, hell, just sharing a sidewalk, with the skinny-assed smoker as opposed to the person taking up the physical space for two or even three of us!
There, I said it--now I'm sure I'm gonna get smacked around for it--so bring it! #cigarettes
@manchops: They did try to do a tax on oversized umbrellas (eg, golf ones) figuring obese people used them and would thus be taxed but honestly, taxing umbrellas?! #cigarettes
@manchops: As an incredibly tiny woman, who commutes, I am absolutely sick and tired of the fact that the largest person on the train ALWAYS zeros in on me because they figure that they'll have more space. It's politically incorrect to complain, I know that, but when you don't even have the space allotted to you because someone else saw an opportunity, your sympathy wanes. #cigarettes
@hamburgerhotdog: OK, they should just BAN those things. Not tax them. Straight up ban them because wtf @ a giant umbrella. Are you a mobile circus needing a movable tent? No? Then use a normal umbrella. #cigarettes
@manchops: Today on spot the difference... Secondhand smoke and secondhand fat aren't really comparable. Someone being fat in your general vicinity will not make you fatter. Quite the opposite, according to all the women who deliberately choose fat bridesmaids (P.S. we're on to you.) Breathing in someone else's smoke, on the other hand, can totally make you sick, or make you cough, or make you into an annoying person who clears their throat theatrically and "whispers" about disgusting habits and how they're allergic to smoke.
@hamburgerhotdog: I used to commute from Greenwich CT (nonresident) to NYC every day and there were plenty of golf umbrellas on the platform -- and on the sidewalks of NYC-- when it rained. Held by average-sized, white, upper-class Wall Street pricks who never put down their cell phones. Maybe it's different in other parts of the country. #cigarettes
@KikiCanuck: Though, you could make an argument that obesity contributes to much, much higher social cost (hell, even the fucking military is complaining about this - I don't see them saying a damn thing about smokers). I'm not really going to make this argument, but it's there to make. #cigarettes
Just curious, do smokers like the smell of smoke when not smoking? I mean is it so delicious you could spread it on cinnamon toast? Honestly do they not think it's absolutely heinous?
'Cause when recently house hunting I walked into a home of two older folks who were both chainsmoking simultaneously. Okay. But their house smelled like shit covered tobacco. No, seriously. It smelled like there was a huge load in the front hall covered with cigarette ash that was smashed and smeared into every exposed surface that existed. These people were literally living in a noxious pit of cancer coated fog, and I was beyond pissed that my clothes smelled like impending emphysema after leaving.
So, yeah, what the hell is the resale value on a house made of tar? #cigarettes
@Spirit Fingers: I'm a pretty passionate smoker, but never smoke inside my own house. The way smoke has a way of tainting material objects turns me off. Big time. Luckily, I've always had a porch/balcony to indulge my filthy addiction. That being said, I find a man who smells faintly of tobacco--and cigarette-flavored kisses--very exciting. #cigarettes
@snugbug: and @Swifter: Urg, no. I'd rather use my tongue to swab cheek cells with a desert yak. Seriously. If you're sucking on what I can only describe as wet cow dung rolled in paper and lit on fire...yeah you can't be within a hundred yards of me. However, a good spicy old man pipe smells like Christmas and yule log. That I could smell wrapped in Egg Nog and rum cake all year. Go fig. #cigarettes
@Spirit Fingers: Nobody really likes the smell of smoke, but if you're a seasoned smoker in an environment where smoking is the norm, you don't really smell it at all.
My apartment (in which my boyfriend and I both smoke) surely reeks, but we're pretty much conditioned not to notice it. It's sort of like how you rarely notice how your own pets smell, but other people's pets invariably stink... #cigarettes
@BadUncle: and @flossy: A good spicy old man is grand unless that spice is coming fromunda the arm or balls. Then not so much.
Sooo, flossy, I guess it's all cool, unless you intend to have guests over and since there's no litter box to clean, you just turn up the glade plug in, burn a little patchouli incense and create the essence of tobacco roses and singed monkey butt to mask the smell of spoiled carcinogens. To hell with you Martha Stewart and your potpourri globes! We've got burnt hair and car emissions! (Heh. I kid.) #cigarettes
@flossy: It's funny, I smoked for a long time, and never really noticed the smell of other people smoking, for good or for bad. However, when I was in the (long, horrible) process of quitting, if I so much as walked by a smoker on the street, the smell of tobacco was so pungent and enticing to me that it was all I could do not to pry their mouths open, unhinge my jaw, and devour the cigarette residue from their tongue and teeth. I was the Edward fucking Cullen of cigarettes. I never knew I could react to smell so powerfully - go figure. #cigarettes
@flossy: I used to smoke two packs of Malboro Lights a day. And for about a year after I quit, I LOVED the smell of cigarette smoke. I went outside with the smokers to enjoy the aroma.
Now, I don't. Cigarette smoke now triggers my migraines.
It's been ten years -- but I still have dreams....where I'm walking down the street, lighting one delicious Malboro Light after another, and smoking and smoking and smoking... #cigarettes
@iplaudius: You know, I'm a pretty heavy smoker and think landlords are perfectly within their rights in banning people from smoking inside their apartments. I don't know about NYC, but in a lot of places I've lived in, this is pretty routine if you rent a house, duplex or townhouse.
However, the sidewalk outside? That's fucking ridiculous.
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However, inevitably, the sun will explode and turn Earth into a cinder. Any fragment of humanity that might have existed will be vaporized. All that will remain will be some vestigial Voyager-like exploration spacecraft and radio signals that get asymptotically weaker with each light year they travel.
So really, Umberto Eco's reasons why lists provide us with an illusion of order in nature and immortality are the same reasons we watch "Sex Rehab w/ Dr. Drew" or listen to Kendra Jade ride the Sybian; because we are witnessing what will certainly be the last evidence of humanity. And the gravity of that is undeniable.
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10 Fantastic Beauty Tips From Around the World!
5 Ab Moves That Really Work!
1 Way to Convince Yourself That Life Isn't a Great Big Chaotic Mess, Despite All Evidence to the Contrary!
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Is there really some rube out there doing the "180 degree backwards standing ab fold spine breaking crunch"?
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1) have myself a real good time
2) float around in ecstasy
3) be shooting star leaping through the skies
4) defy laws of gravity (like a tiger)
5) be a racing car passing by (like Lady Godiva)
6) go go go
7) burn through skies
8) YEAH! (note: two hundred degrees)
9) travel at speed of light
10) make a supersonic man out of you
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1) to laugh
2) to sing
3) everything
4) to move
5) to groove
6) the loving things
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1) Get plague booster shot
2) Ravish maiden
3) Fire full-time serfs; go to work-for- hire model
4) Ravish maiden
5) Challenge Oldo of Omvaria to a joust
6) Cancel joust
7) Write checks to serfs
8) Forget to make bank deposit
9) Kill serfs
10) Ravish maiden
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1. Vacation on the Isle of Cyprus!
2. Decide the Crusades are stoopid.
3. Have strategically "diplomatic" dinner with Pope Boniface VIII, laugh at his lame jokes
4. Piss off the King of France
5. Get arrested, get tortured GITMO-style, get forced to admit that the Knights Templar are an order of devil-worshiping homosexuals.
6. Defiantly recant aforementioned statements in open trial.
7. REALLLLY piss off both the Pope and the king of France.
7. Get burned at the stake.
8. (Epilogue) When the head of French King Louis XVI was severed by the guillotine during the French Revolution, an anonymous person reportedly jumped on the gallows and shouted, "Jacques de Molay is avenged!"
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I've worked with, and against, depression for the past decade, and apart from medication and CBT work, the biggest thing keeping my life on track is the little 3x5 card I keep in my pocket with all my to-do stuff. I re-write the card every night and carry over the stuff I haven't done yet. It's helped immensely, and the satisfaction of checking a thing off the list is a great feeling.
Thanks, Umberto!
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That kid in the picture quit smoking. Today?
(apologies, it [my mac? firefox? gawker?] won't let me upload the photo from my desktop.) #cigarettes
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No, but seriously, I'm glad I can saunter around campus with my cigarette looking super cool and annoying the hell out of all the tour groups and parents behind me.
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Put me in coach on a plane, or on a crowded subway or elevator or, hell, just sharing a sidewalk, with the skinny-assed smoker as opposed to the person taking up the physical space for two or even three of us!
There, I said it--now I'm sure I'm gonna get smacked around for it--so bring it! #cigarettes
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What about us fat, hard-drinking smokers? #cigarettes
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'Cause when recently house hunting I walked into a home of two older folks who were both chainsmoking simultaneously. Okay. But their house smelled like shit covered tobacco. No, seriously. It smelled like there was a huge load in the front hall covered with cigarette ash that was smashed and smeared into every exposed surface that existed. These people were literally living in a noxious pit of cancer coated fog, and I was beyond pissed that my clothes smelled like impending emphysema after leaving.
So, yeah, what the hell is the resale value on a house made of tar? #cigarettes
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My apartment (in which my boyfriend and I both smoke) surely reeks, but we're pretty much conditioned not to notice it. It's sort of like how you rarely notice how your own pets smell, but other people's pets invariably stink... #cigarettes
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Sooo, flossy, I guess it's all cool, unless you intend to have guests over and since there's no litter box to clean, you just turn up the glade plug in, burn a little patchouli incense and create the essence of tobacco roses and singed monkey butt to mask the smell of spoiled carcinogens. To hell with you Martha Stewart and your potpourri globes! We've got burnt hair and car emissions! (Heh. I kid.) #cigarettes
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Now, I don't. Cigarette smoke now triggers my migraines.
It's been ten years -- but I still have dreams....where I'm walking down the street, lighting one delicious Malboro Light after another, and smoking and smoking and smoking... #cigarettes
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However, the sidewalk outside? That's fucking ridiculous.