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[ro6ot]

today's word is "recombinant teleology".

its two words, I know... roll with it. seriously.

oh, also, I'm not going to tell you what they mean!

(how's that for "mean"!) [cymbal crash denoting terrible pun]

also, since I've been leaning heavily away from images lately:

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[thebigskystate]

Ahem! Recombinant teleology. Something about...repeatition, and how all human structure (beyond the hunter-gathering) bearing some sort of "repeating culture," and especially having to do with 16 minute dance remixes of 'Love to Love You, Baby' that get all the party dudes on E off together.

The tease of predictability?
The predictability of culture in capitalist society?
Capitalist society finding pleasure in the predictable?

ONE TWO THREE FOUR
Ooooh love to love ya, baby
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX
Ooooooooooooooooh love to love ya, baby...

Yes?

QED

[ro6ot]

and on and on and on and on on,

non-stop rockin till the break of dawn...

Though I disagree with your placement of the starting point of the progression AFTER the hunter gatherer's coming out party; in fact, the point is that it started before humans even crashed the whole shin-dig. Denial flows deep & wide, funky but not particularly fresh (think "the funk of fourty thousand years")... Better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone... <---it's all about the remix!

Re: QED

[thebigskystate]

Well you don't have to disagree with it, necessarily, because the whole thing was sort of a question. I wanted to know about so I spent my friday night reading some musicology paper or something about recombinant teleology and how capitalism creates this sort of repeatitive culture or something?

It was more of a verification of what I thought I might understand?

But yeah, the river of denial is totally deep. Swim! In it! We have to swim in the denial? Like, being in the world and--

I hate when I realize I am doing exactly what I always complain about. Like I totally just freaked out and yelled at my brother, because I'm having one of those Saturdays where I feel like forces outside myself are carrying me through it, and I'm sort of not tired enough to just let it be, so I'm fighting those forces and I'm like "NO. MY SATURDAY. MY DAY OFF. FUCK YOU, FORCE."

But this fight is never really a good win.
If it don't fit, don't force it, just sit back and let it go.
(You can learn so much from old soul singers.)