(via gthegentleman)
Happy New Year’s Eve from Sequence!
We felt like starting off the new year by having a giveaway in which participants will have a chance of winning three Fall ‘12 tees. Good luck to those who are entering!
Damn, that punch looks personal. Marquez, in that moment, looked less like he was fighting for a title and more like he was fighting for his life. It’s gruesome. The line should have been drawn there, blows like that shouldn’t be permitted in the ring.
Come on, now. That was a clean hit. Some forget that boxing is after all a sport, and like all sports nothing is held back, that’s within the rules, for anyone if they want to win. That’s like saying a last-second goal in soccer is personal. Competition is personal. I feel for Pacquiao fans tho.
We can only desire what we know, and we can never understand completely what we do not desire. Not that we would want to, anyways. There is always a need for intoxication: a date with chance, a conversation with risk dressing up as fate. A reason to continue to live. For we are the modern bourgeois society: generations of fear pumping through like diesel, running around with glue in our eyes, entirely ignorant of ourselves and of others, invisible but present. All is done - both torment and satisfaction - with exquisite refinement.
What matters is not merely that we see the thing anymore but how we see it: In beautiful ignorance, we find our satisfaction; in appeasing illusions, the false promise of attaining happiness in something that doesn’t exist. Interpretation becomes a coping mechanism in order for us to feel as though we’ve got the control we’re craving for. Like what Sontag had exclaimed, Interpretation makes life manageable, comfortable. Is that all that life really is? A need for comfort? Alas we throw ourselves back into the cycle of wanting and whining, never quite understanding the full spectrum of what this life is, if it is anything to begin with.
