So, I was away in Ottawa for 5 days at a very productive and enjoyable National General Meeting. I came back and am totally exhausted. Right now, all I can think of is a certain t-shirt someone was wearing at this meeting, which read in very large caps lock text – ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN BLOGS
This t-shirt has all sorts of relevance for me these days. No offense to regular bloggers, especially those in my new media course. I think this slogan is funny and culturally pertinent. I also think that sometimes blogs get more attention and hype than they deserve – particularly in terms of political mobilizing, which was the main focus of this meeting I attended…
Also, tomorrow, May 29, is National Aboriginal Awareness Day. There will be a rally at Queen’s Park here in Toronto at 12 noon.
Coming soon: dionysiac machines and copies vs. simulacra
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May 29, 2008 at 5:50 am
Actions speak louder than t-shirt slogans.
Fashion aside, I find your interest in the “actions speak louder than (name your popular ‘non-action’ alternative)” mantra fascinating. What do you feel properly constitutes an “action?”
Is writing/engaging in discourse/documenting an action? Are blogs a form of action? Do they supplant or supplement action?
June 4, 2008 at 4:29 pm
From J.H.’s blog:
After that touch of sobbing on the freeway, I went to see No Age play on a hilltop mansion that is usually just a porn set to play a Nike party (insert “you know you’re in LA when” joke here). The soft brownblue valley smog haloed their sweaty faces; Dean was limping on a cane and Randy was sweating Guinness, they had just gotten off a plane from Ireland and came straight there to play. They headlined, so that meant by the time they went on, there were 100 people watching them and 450 shifffaced people waiting for port-o-lets. Everyone was too tan and thin and LA’d out that people watching was nil. I was hoping for a mountain lion to creep up from the manicured brush and eat someones dunks right off their feet. On the way back down in a party shuttle through the canyon curves the girl sitting in front of me projectile vomited an entire afternoon’s fruity mix drinks on the back of the driver. When I got out, I noticed she had barf in her long eyelashes. Though that’s really what the VIP van is for, is it not?