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	<title>Comments on: interludes or, the unsettling question of how one deals with the self</title>
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	<description>everywhere life is full of heroism</description>
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		<title>By: Geraldine Lover</title>
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		<dc:creator>Geraldine Lover</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 19:39:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>dude. i&#039;m so bored..., I must be experiencing one of those moments...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>dude. i&#8217;m so bored&#8230;, I must be experiencing one of those moments&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Sayumi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sayumi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 06:21:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Uncanny that your post echoes the book I just read, which is Guy Debord&#039;s _La Societe du Spectacle_.  Towards the end he writes:
&quot;The Spectacle erases the dividing line between self and world, in that the self, under siege by the presence/absence of the world, is eventually overwhelmed; it likewise erases the dividing line between true and false, repressing all directly lived truth beneath the REAL PRESENCE of the falsehood maintained by the organization of appearances [my note: e.g. the &quot;appearance&quot; of being somewhere, going somewhere, being someone, etc. -S].  The individual, though condemned to the passive acceptance of an alien everyday reality, is thus driven into a form of madness in which, by resorting to magical devices, he entertains the illusion that he is reacting to this fate.  *The recognition and consumption of commodities are at the core of this pseudo-response to a communication to which no response is possible.*  The need to imitate that the consumer experiences is indeed a truly infantile need, one determined by every aspect of his fundamental dispossession.  In terms used by Gabel to describe quite another level of pathology, &quot;the abnormal need for representation here compensates for a torturing feeling of being at the margin of existence.&quot;&quot;

Incredible that those words were written in 1967.  They ring even truer today.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Uncanny that your post echoes the book I just read, which is Guy Debord&#8217;s _La Societe du Spectacle_.  Towards the end he writes:<br />
&#8220;The Spectacle erases the dividing line between self and world, in that the self, under siege by the presence/absence of the world, is eventually overwhelmed; it likewise erases the dividing line between true and false, repressing all directly lived truth beneath the REAL PRESENCE of the falsehood maintained by the organization of appearances [my note: e.g. the "appearance" of being somewhere, going somewhere, being someone, etc. -S].  The individual, though condemned to the passive acceptance of an alien everyday reality, is thus driven into a form of madness in which, by resorting to magical devices, he entertains the illusion that he is reacting to this fate.  *The recognition and consumption of commodities are at the core of this pseudo-response to a communication to which no response is possible.*  The need to imitate that the consumer experiences is indeed a truly infantile need, one determined by every aspect of his fundamental dispossession.  In terms used by Gabel to describe quite another level of pathology, &#8220;the abnormal need for representation here compensates for a torturing feeling of being at the margin of existence.&#8221;"</p>
<p>Incredible that those words were written in 1967.  They ring even truer today.</p>
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		<title>By: wendy</title>
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		<dc:creator>wendy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2006 10:58:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[whose life did you touch recently, and how? perhaps itâ€™s time (time!) to start living life, as opposed to having life live you.]

well said. this rings even more true as life in hong kong, and the people around me, are so mediated that i&#039;m a little overwhelmed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[whose life did you touch recently, and how? perhaps itâ€™s time (time!) to start living life, as opposed to having life live you.]</p>
<p>well said. this rings even more true as life in hong kong, and the people around me, are so mediated that i&#8217;m a little overwhelmed.</p>
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		<title>By: dearghostwriter</title>
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		<dc:creator>dearghostwriter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jun 2006 09:04:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>the mundane life. easy enough continuing to indulge in self-fulfilling pleasures to balance the humdrum job which enables affording of those same indulgences. running around in circles. a dog tethered to a leash. temporary diversions bringing you back to that vast emptiness. my work, there is no panacea for that disease i keep telling you about!...how to better it is the question.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the mundane life. easy enough continuing to indulge in self-fulfilling pleasures to balance the humdrum job which enables affording of those same indulgences. running around in circles. a dog tethered to a leash. temporary diversions bringing you back to that vast emptiness. my work, there is no panacea for that disease i keep telling you about!&#8230;how to better it is the question.</p>
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