The Objective Collective

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Well for the sake of filling space, diachronic space I suppose, I’m going to post something. Please don’t expect coherency, this post is about quantity not quality. This is the kind of post they dish out in cafeterias all across America – the kind of education that breeds a generation of obese morons.

It’s reading break, hence the doldrums I suppose. Ironically I’m sure we all have a lot of free time, since we’re not going to classes and we’re not doing the readings that we all told ourselves we would do so that when we get back to classes after the reading break we wouldn’t be so swamped – it’s called a fucking “reading” break for Christ sakes! In fact some of us even mused about how we might post more than usual, what with all the free time we’d be having. Naturally we haven’t. But why is this you may ask … in fact each of us, yearning to pass some of the abundance of time we’re suffering from, has probably checked this blog on a daily, maybe even hourly basis, in hopes that one of our comrades had posted something stimulating. But the truth is we don’t post on this blog because we can, we post on it because we can’t. We can’t in that we are a way too busy to be wasting our time with petty rants and poser intellectualism. We should probably be doing essays and reading instead, in order that we may one day actually accomplish the things we talk about wanting to accomplish, and respectfully gain our rightful rank atop the upper echelons of the supposed meritocracy. But what fun is there in that? The blog is a procrastination: it’s something to do rather than the things we should be doing – if I was the pomo flake I am, I might even claim it as act of resistance (that’s about as bad as bullshit gets). The moment we have the time and resources to actually post, we find other procrastinations – we actually procrastinate from our procrastination. The only reason I’m even posting at the moment is because the reading break is drawing to an end and I’m beginning to realize that I have readings to do. So please, please judge my bougie ass. And even if you don’t agree with what I’m saying, judge me anyways.