Today is the 5 year anniversary of Todd Barry Insults Louis CK In A Car.
You suck maaaaaaan.
The blog formerly known as “The Ayatollah of Rock N Rolla” will now be known as “When the going gets weird”. This is all.
Have a good week, everyone.
A Visit to Berlin’s Abandoned Spreepark
To view more photos and videos from Spreepark, explore the Spreepark Berlin / Kulturpark Plänterwald location page.
Just outside Berlin lies Spreepark, an abandoned East German amusement park. Kulturpark Plänterwald, later known as Spreepark, opened in 1969 and at its peak was host to over a million visitors a year. In 2001, however, only 400,000 people visited the park and it was closed down the following year.
Today, locals and tourists alike risk the trespassing fine to view and capture Spreepark’s headless dinosaur sculptures, roller coaster cars filled with leaves and Ferris wheel that spins slowly in the wind. Maxim Mestovsky (@mestovsky), a user experience designer from Minsk, Belarus, recently visited Spreepark on a trip to Berlin and shared his experience on Instagram. “You have to take a train through a mountain and over a lake then climb a fence to get into the park, but when you do, it’s beautiful,” he says. “The old Ferris wheel creaks, abandoned boats are strewn about. I don’t understand why they don’t sell tickets still! Maybe that’s the charm of the park.”
The Edge… there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
And that’s Hunter S Thompson saying that. I’m not really going to attempt to explain it and if I did, I’d deserve to get my ass kicked (I’ve never been near it). The edge seems to be a confusing, extreme and fucked up place to be. It’s by no means somewhere the common human should feel obligated to go to, heavens no. There’s been good, admirable and even interesting people who haven’t been to the edge. You probably know a few (maybe your aunt who teaches maths?).
Yet, there’s a few of us who for different reasons are interested in the edge. Maybe it’s an age thing and every 19 year old wants to feel the fear and loathing and to chase their ideas/feelings to the maximum (although the amounts of content people my age I’ve met tend to make me shy away from this explanation). Maybe some people are just self destructive and are looking to push themselves the farthest. Or maybe we live in a culture that glorifies “the edge” for marketing purposes, giving us a safe watered down version of what the edge actually is. Buy beer, smoke cigarettes, drive a fast car. Spend your hard earned money on things they convinced you to buy, you’re really pushing it, baby.
If we were to go deeper down the age thing, the edge would be something most of us all look to go beyond but then lose interest in in lieu of “getting on with our lives”.
If we go down the self destructive route, the edge is a personal thing. It’s the end of our threshold for things like drugs, alcohol, creativity, dedication to just about anything. Yes, I’m not going to only refer to the edge when it comes to substance abuse. That’s an insulting and reductionist perspective. Whatever and wherever it is, the edge seems to be something that consumes whoever comes upon it. It either annihilates you or changes your perception of things forever. Like a black hole.
Humanity needs some people who are willing to go through black holes and show us the journey.
Last Friday I got my first tattoo. It’s a Bill Hicks quote, “It’s just a ride” from the bit/speech of the same name.
I’ve always liked tattoos but their permanent nature and price always made me cautious about gettting one, over the years I’ve had several ideas, most of which make me want to buy myself a drink for not getting them. This is different though. It feels right (which really doesn’t mean shit).
I first heard Bill Hicks when I was 13 and the particular “it’s just a ride speech” when I was 14. 5 years since and it’s still burned onto my brain. Bill Hicks in general is someone who despite the ideological/emotional tribulations of teenage life has always had my admiration. He was funny, real funny but in between the jokes and within them, he seemed to have IDEAS, points he was trying to get out. As I got older (but just a little) and I developed a deeper understanding of what a comedian does, I started having a hard time understanding whether Hicks was there to get laughs or to express whatever was in his head. I’ve heard Bill Hicks fucking BOMB and not give a fuck (the Dark Poet bootleg) and I’ve heard him KILL and ride the wave of laughter. After seeing the documentary (particularly the part depicting his burst of creativity after his diagnosis) , my best guess was that he was there to do both. He wanted to make you laugh but he’d be damned before he’d sacrifice what he actually wanted to say for a chuckle. That’s not a new thing in comedy or entertainment. There’s a lot of people out there who “TELL IT LIKE IT IS”. The difference between Hicks and those people is that he just told it. He didn’t talk about telling it like it is, he just told it. Not only that, but he didn’t let his honesty get in the way of his comedy. He was himself without letting his Self get in the way.
Amidst all the dicks jokes, the accurate satire of American society, the insanely fun drug stories, there were those little gems, like the “Ride” bit or the “positive drug story” bit where he really had a weird sense of “cosmic perspective” that I think will resonate with me throughout the rest of my life. Kind of like the tattoo.
Which brings me to my final point (yeah there’s points in the middle of this). Notice that I said “rest of my life” instead of the more common “forever”. We humans really like to use that word: best friends forever, love is forever, family is forever, tattoos are forever. No. Shut the fuck up. There is no forever when it comes to the individual human, there is for the rest of your life. Forever in it’s true sense is the universe, it’s the start of everything and it’s course until everything stops, and, in that context we’re not even drops in an ocean. Nothing you do will leave a permanent mark. The greatest man or woman who ever lives is not gonna be remebered forever. You’ll die and everyone who keeps you in their mind will die and that’s where forever ends. Put it up against how long everything we consider to be “real” is and “forever” is a lot shorter than you thought huh?
This may seem a little too reducing or even morbid, but it’s not. Don’t be burdened with forever. Make your short, meaningless existence worthwhile for you and those around you. It doesn’t have to be grandiose, you don’t have to build the pyramids, just make the 70 years you got count.
PS: Just because your life means jack shit, doesn’t give you an excuse to be a cunt. Make a small contribution to make this illusion a little bit cooler to live in.
Robot dinosaurs, duh..
This is a real picture of the real me and a real iguana.
Shout-out to Portugal.