Just got to see some mighty beautiful fotage from the upcoming PART 02 of the documentary about The Transcontinental Race and it’s looking fantastic. What a rad world we live in. Can’t wait to show You! PART 02 is due at Dec 15.
Turf a-frame in Ansen, Netherlands.
There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.
— Charles Bukowski
I Lived Like It Was 1996 for a Week
During the past year, magazines have bombarded us with “the return of the 90s.” Clothes, art, music: all of it rolls through the rotating door of style. What’s with this bullshit? Seriously, who would want to return to an era where the only positive aspect is that people from the 80s can remember their youth? I was born in 1993. I don’t give a fuck.
In that era, children played with Pogs, Pokémon cards, and Tamagotchi. The computers were dumber than humans, and the internet consisted of 3,000 nerds. As for cell phones, they existedbut no one had them—apart from your super-modern uncle, maybe.
Twenty-year-olds and teens lived without much: VHS movies, video games, making plans to meet up via their parents’ corded phones, and going to the movies as often as possible, checking the times through Moviefone. There wasn’t anything fantastic going on. What do people miss so much about it, then? This is what I wanted to find out.
I prohibited myself from using all technological inventions from after 1996 for a week. That means seven days. No more cell phone, no more computer, no more internet, no more DVDs, no more iPhone—I’m not going to make a detailed list, but basically nothing remained. I had to force myself to listen to No Doubt. I’d never lived like this. I had no idea what to do with the boredom.
So which Vice editor’s girlfriend is this?
This is lazy garbage.
This is some lazy ass revisionist bullshit. Brick ass cellphones? I knew high school kids with sprint candy bar phones in 96, pagers were dissappearing in 94, This lazy ass cries because the vcr has no cables? Dog the same shit would happen with your fucking bluray shit for brains. The inability to read a map has nothing to do with living in a digital age, it has to do with you being a fucking idiot. Come on, 96 had dial up, it wasn’t the fastest but it wasn’t NO internets, goddamn mapquest was around dummy. This supid ass couldn’t find a mexican restaurant? She gave up on the tv because there was no remote? Shit what is she going to do when the batteries go out on her plasma? This bitch’s life is goddamn pathetic.