Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Cloud Sculptures

Three quotes have been shaping my thoughts today.

The first, rediscovered via these lovely ladies, is from Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club:
I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire nation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very very pissed off. 
The next from a radio ad. A quick Google search confirmed that this is their new slogan:
Wal-Mart. Save money. Live Better.
And the final quote, stumbled on while reading "Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters" by J.D. Salinger:
He [Buddy] would disprove of Muriel's mother, too. She's an irritating, opinionated woman, a type Buddy can't stand. I don't think he could see her for what she is. A person deprived, for life, of any understanding or taste for the main current of poetry that flows through things, all things. She might as well be dead, and yet she goes on living, stopping off at delicatessens, seeing her analyst, consuming a novel every night, putting on her girdle, plotting for Muriel's health and prosperity. I love her. I find her unimaginably brave.

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