Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Shakes My Brains
Ok, I admit it. This whole Snakes On A Plane thing has gotten inside my spines a bit too much lately. (I'm not even going to provide a link, if you don't know, look it up yourself) . Since I prefer rooting for grubs and drinking straight Kentucky bourbon whiskey to flying (not to mention being on the list), and am one of the few insectivores that can fight off even the most vicious of snakes, it is not the visceral emotion behind the image that disturbs me. It is the powerful symbolism that even my weak eyes can see mirrors the desolate landscape beyond the end of the bar.
Besides being an eloquent expression of the futility of life itself, and every undertaking pertaining thereof, it is also a poignent sign of our times.
Woke up this morning to the noise of drunken singing outside my window, mixed with jackhammers and police sirens (not unusual). You know what that sounded like. That's right - it was SoaP.
I won't even discuss work.
Planes have been harbingers of doom at least since Eno promised us that burning airlines would give us so much more, if not since Icarus.
But twenty-first century planes have snakes. What ultimate, unending doom.
War all the time. Global torture. Spies everywhere, especially in every electronic device you own, which is all that you own - or rent. No schools. No doctors. No fuel. Three jobs, but no money. I guess you could call what we eat food. Lots of jails. Plenty of snakes on plenty of planes.
Snakes on planes: smile when you say that, pardner.
Besides being an eloquent expression of the futility of life itself, and every undertaking pertaining thereof, it is also a poignent sign of our times.
Woke up this morning to the noise of drunken singing outside my window, mixed with jackhammers and police sirens (not unusual). You know what that sounded like. That's right - it was SoaP.
I won't even discuss work.
Planes have been harbingers of doom at least since Eno promised us that burning airlines would give us so much more, if not since Icarus.
But twenty-first century planes have snakes. What ultimate, unending doom.
War all the time. Global torture. Spies everywhere, especially in every electronic device you own, which is all that you own - or rent. No schools. No doctors. No fuel. Three jobs, but no money. I guess you could call what we eat food. Lots of jails. Plenty of snakes on plenty of planes.
Snakes on planes: smile when you say that, pardner.
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