What Else Is There?

I am fascinated by postmodernism (as I am by modernism, capitalism, humanism), and have been for a while. Is it perhaps the evidence of our decadence? Our artists thinking that we will, somehow, end. Our society will expand to a critical point, and then collapse in upon itself. No longer sustainable. I loathe McCarthy (The Road), and post-apocalyptic fiction. Did the ancient greeks and romans think that they would at, some point, collapse? Did their artists see it coming?

I don't think we will see an apocalypse in the sense of disaster, ruin, horrors. But could there be an idealistic apocalypse? Our society is based on deceit: our money does no longer exist in a physical sense, it is merely numbers on our screens. Numbers that drive people to sucide, and murder. Zeros and ones. And black gold. And appearances.

Perhaps capitalism and with it Christianity, dies. Or what there is left of Christianity, once humanism and secularisation have had their say. What then? Perhaps Islam has the Reformation/Renaissance/Revolution I think must come. Thesis, anti-thesis, synthesis. As I was stupid enough to state on my Religions exam, I thinkt here must be some new Reformation. And I think that while Christianity might be reformed over a number of years (and that process is on-going), Islam needs a bang. – I leave Judaism out, because while it is a force in a certain number of people, I cannot see it having a say.

Will Buddhism or Hinduism become dominant? Or will some new faith?

Is post-modernism an expression of our decadence? Are we decadent?

This is what happens when I watch "From Hollywood to Parkveien" on TV. Jan Thomas is just repulsive, and so a creature of our time. Haha, really bad TV makes me postmodern. Now I just need to write something about this.



On a more cheerful note, I got back in touch with a friend I haven't really seen for three years. We turned out to have more in common now than we did three years ago, and then we talked non-stop five days a week for three years. No, it's not supposed to piece-together well. We shopped, we talked, we gushed about shoes and clothes, and movies, and she's taking me on a tour of all the good Chinese restaurants in town. And I get to feast on her mother's divine spring rolls again. The Asian cuisine is heavenly!

I also made a discovery on the colour of clouds. The thunder kind, specifically. They're not grey, and not black. They are tinted pink, in the creases and swells; deep, blue purple on the dark belly, and in the centre, occasionally on the edges; midnight blue accents, and spots in-between the purple.

On Sunday I leave for what seems like it will be a three-week stay at the cottage. I go, heavily, armed with a PS3, various films, seasons 1 & 2 of The Wire, the shoe-boxed set of Sex and the City, a lap-top, an iPod touch, postmodern thoughts, and books. And heels. I might survive the stay.

What Else Is There?

I am fascinated by postmodernism (as I am by modernism, capitalism, humanism), and have been for a while. Is it perhaps the evidence of our decadence? Our artists thinking that we will, somehow, end. Our society will expand to a critical point, and then collapse in upon itself. No longer sustainable. I loathe McCarthy (The Road), and post-apocalyptic fiction. Did the ancient greeks and romans think that they would at, some point, collapse? Did their artists see it coming?

I don't think we will see an apocalypse in the sense of disaster, ruin, horrors. But could there be an idealistic apocalypse? Our society is based on deceit: our money does no longer exist in a physical sense, it is merely numbers on our screens. Numbers that drive people to sucide, and murder. Zeros and ones. And black gold. And appearances.

Perhaps capitalism and with it Christianity, dies. Or what there is left of Christianity, once humanism and secularisation have had their say. What then? Perhaps Islam has the Reformation/Renaissance/Revolution I think must come. Thesis, anti-thesis, synthesis. As I was stupid enough to state on my Religions exam, I thinkt here must be some new Reformation. And I think that while Christianity might be reformed over a number of years (and that process is on-going), Islam needs a bang. – I leave Judaism out, because while it is a force in a certain number of people, I cannot see it having a say.

Will Buddhism or Hinduism become dominant? Or will some new faith?

Is post-modernism an expression of our decadence? Are we decadent?

This is what happens when I watch "From Hollywood to Parkveien" on TV. Jan Thomas is just repulsive, and so a creature of our time. Haha, really bad TV makes me postmodern. Now I just need to write something about this.



On a more cheerful note, I got back in touch with a friend I haven't really seen for three years. We turned out to have more in common now than we did three years ago, and then we talked non-stop five days a week for three years. No, it's not supposed to piece-together well. We shopped, we talked, we gushed about shoes and clothes, and movies, and she's taking me on a tour of all the good Chinese restaurants in town. And I get to feast on her mother's divine spring rolls again. The Asian cuisine is heavenly!

I also made a discovery on the colour of clouds. The thunder kind, specifically. They're not grey, and not black. They are tinted pink, in the creases and swells; deep, blue purple on the dark belly, and in the centre, occasionally on the edges; midnight blue accents, and spots in-between the purple.

On Sunday I leave for what seems like it will be a three-week stay at the cottage. I go, heavily, armed with a PS3, various films, seasons 1 & 2 of The Wire, the shoe-boxed set of Sex and the City, a lap-top, an iPod touch, postmodern thoughts, and books. And heels. I might survive the stay.