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2005 3 March :: 4.13pm
Okay. So before you all think I'm a raging lunatic. I'm not a communist. Hell, I'm not even a liberal. It's just an expression of frustration. There are so many questions and so few answers. So many people, but the same approach. It's just frustrating. Academics (the people) are very good at pointing out the problems, but are poorly equipped to come up with the answers. We need answers, not problems. We need to figure out where we are going and go there, not wait around. Life is too short to put up with this shit.
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2005 3 March :: 3.59pm
So I should really be upset, but I'm not. I just don't know how to deal with the whole situation. It's not a good one for her, but I can't get involved because of our past. I get the feeling that she wants me too, but I can't. She hinted at the possibility that we may have a future potential, and I kind of shy away from that. She hurt me, bad. I just don't think I can put myself through that again. But I need to help her. What ever shall I do?
On the other hand, I had a real interesting conversation with a girl in my politics class. Silda is Albanian and awesome. She just so completely socially liberal that it's not even funny. We stood in class and talked about how people can't think for themselves right in front of the two dumbest women (yes, women; there the soccer mom type's who I constantly made fun of in my Michigan History class) in the class. We were having a discussion about Rousseau's view of pre-historic man and the woman couldn't get it through her head. She kept talking about how bad it must have been to have to eat raw meat. Whoopi!!! Raw meat. Big friggin' deal. Get over it. Anyway, I digress. So we spent like an hour talking about social issues. And all the questions and the knowledge that we will never had, and where we are going in life (not we as in her and I, but our generation). I told Kim last night that I have absolutely no faith in our generation. I look around and I see so much laziness and filth. She brought up the '60's and how no one thought that their generation would do anything either. And to that I responded that at least there were doing what they were doing for a reason. Free love is a very attractive message. It is also a motivation that our generation sorely lacks. We don't smoke because of an innate sense that it will bring deeper meaning. Everything we do is so selfish and corporate driven. Ask a goth why they wear black. Can they give you a good reason? Can they justify themselves other than they feel like misfits in a society that recognizes and rewards strange behavior? Can they justify their clothes as more than things that are being mass marketed to youth by large corporations? Do you really think that corporations that sell these fashions want kids to become accepted into society? No, hell no. they want them to continue to be misfits, so they will buy more of their products. Yes, it all sounds like a conspiracy. But we have to wake up and see what is going on. We have realize that the social injustice in this country is so huge. When a city like Detroit is made up of 98% African Americans while the suburbs are 97% caucasian, we have a problem. It's defacto segregation. Where is the cry of justice? Where are the cries of outrage? Silenced, because it's too uncomfortable to think about.
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2005 25 February :: 8.46pm
I guess no one really will take my mindless banter about Hunter S Thompson seriously. Oh well. It's strange, it was my first experience to the alternate. My first exposure to thought. And it was him. It was my peers who educated me, but it was him. I was straight laced, and still am. But reading his work doesn't make you feel bad to be straight laced. The people he mocks, even though it could be you, are straight laced, but not. His eccentrism is so out there. And if you don't understand, you need to read. Get out of your shell and read his stuff. He may be the greatest American writer of the latter half of the 20th Century. He may have captured what it was all about, and what it all became.
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2005 21 February :: 9.11am
After seeing it last night I couldn't believe it. He was a great writer and a great man. This is the best article I have found so far. If you get a chance, read some of his works. They are everything that the article says they are, but they contain so much truth too.
Hunter S. Thompson kills himself
By Robert Lusetich in Los Angeles
February 22, 2005
HUNTER S. Thompson, an iconic contrarian who gave birth to an entertaining, anarchic form of journalism he called gonzo, committed suicide yesterday at his compound outside the exclusive ski resort of Aspen, Colorado.
Like one of his great literary heroes, Ernest Hemingway, Thompson, who had a lifelong fascination with guns, died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound, according to police. He was discovered by his son Juan in the kitchen just before 6pm.
A self-styled eccentric and maverick, Thompson favoured Ray Ban aviator sunglasses, a cigarette holder and a cowboy hat that gave him the appearance of a modern-day confederate general.
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Aged either 65 or 67, he was an American original: a drug-hazed, counter-culture Ishmael who wrote passionately about what he saw as the demise of modern US society.
"For the whole point on this picaresque is that the American-style rogue-hero must not merely tease or insult the Silent Majority, but abuse it, outrage it, twist it, hurt it, smash it," he once wrote.
Born in Kentucky to alcoholic parents, Thompson toiled as a mainstream journalist before stumbling across the genre he called gonzo while covering the Kentucky Derby horse race for a sports magazine.
"I'd blown my mind, couldn't work," he told Playboy. "So finally I just started jerking pages out of my notebook and numbering them and sending them to the printer. I was sure it was the last article I was ever going to do for anybody."
Instead, it made him famous, leading to seminal works such as Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, which began as a 300-word magazine piece about a race in Las Vegas and turned into a best-selling account of a drug-induced road trip to the gambling capital. Published in 1972, it was made into a movie in 1998, starring Johnny Depp.
Not everyone was enamoured with Thompson's style of mythologising, essentially, himself.
Critic Joseph Nocera, in 1981's How Hunter Thompson Killed New Journalism wrote: "But more than anyone else, Hunter Thompson has damaged and discredited New Journalism's promise. Instead of being exhilarated by his freedom, he was corrupted by it. Instead of using it in the search for truth, he used it for trivial self-promotion."
Thompson himself was once asked what made a gonzo journalist. He replied: "The true gonzo reporter needs the talent of a master journalist, the eye of an artist/photographer and the heavy balls of an actor."
Thompson wrote almost a dozen books, including Hell's Angels, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72, The Great Shark Hunt, Generation of Swine and Songs for the Doomed, and scores of newspaper and magazine articles. Thompson - on whom Gary Trudeau based his character Uncle Duke in the comic strip Doonesbury - particularly enjoyed writing about politics and sports, and intertwined the familiar themes of violence, sex and drugs.
He could be quite liberal with the truth, as his friend John Burton once noted.
"Lying was the thing he did best," Burton said, "He did it with total cool and confidence." Thompson defended his controversial approach by saying that fiction "is based on reality unless you're a fairytale artist".
"You have to get your knowledge of life from somewhere. You have to know the material you're writing about before you alter it," he said.
His groundbreaking coverage of the 1972 presidential election race between Richard Nixon - who Thompson loathed - and George McGovern was once recalled by a Democrat campaign aide as being the "least accurate yet most truthful" account of that campaign.
Nixon, who Thompson had called a "walking embarrassment to the human race", once said Thompson represented "that dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character".
It was an insult Thompson would wear as a badge of honour.
The stories about him are almost as legendary as the ones he wrote.
Perhaps one of the most amusing centred on his coverage of the "Rumble in the Jungle", the 1974 heavyweight fight between Mohammad Ali and George Foreman in Zaire.
Days before the fight, Thompson was last seen asking a bell boy at his hotel whether he could lead him to a cannibal tribe.
Thompson, who took to attaching leeches to his head because the blood sucking gave him a "real buzz", did not see the fight but was instead found floating in the hotel pool, face down, afterwards.
When he was fished out, he looked up and asked, "Who won?"
He may have lost some of his relevance in later years, but he continued to insert himself into the national conversation.
He was said regularly to fax advice to Democrats seeking office, and was distraught when Bill Clinton announced he had not inhaled a marijuana cigarette once handed to him.
"It's just a disgrace to an entire generation," he exclaimed.
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2005 15 February :: 10.45am
I can't figure out if this horrible mood I'm in is because she came in with her boyfriend last night, on Valentine's Day of all days, after I told both of them that i had no desire to meet him. Or maybe I'm just hungry.
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