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July 26, 2014

Out of the Sixties came the cult of Relevance,

meaning a fascination with things of no relevance,

and a distaste for learning anything requiring either effort or maturity. Once the chain of cultivation breaks, how do you weld it together? That generation — I was once of them — swept into faculty lounges as a sort of jejune intellectual anthrax and turned the universities into political sand boxes. Soon we had departments of the utterly trivial, and courses like “Lesbian Chicana Theory in the Brazilian Favela.”
- - Fred Reed

Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 26, 2014 11:16 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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It's all about laziness, do as little as possible.

Shit in a can, piss in a jar, throw a skint cow head on the floor – things that might be expected of unsupervised children, not adults.

Then hire poser experts to explain the hell out of it.

Modern Art is anything but.

In 1991 I walked to the front room of my office and then remembered the receptionist was at lunch. I noticed a man on the other side of the room standing there with hands clasped behind his back staring at a piece of art I had created, hanging on the wall. I greeted him and without looking at me he said, "I could stand here and look at this stuff all day." Then he introduced himself and hired me to create a company for him.

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 26, 2014 8:15 PM

Paraphrasing S.J. Perelman, 'Through the window came the smell of woodsmoke and freshman, and slow-rot brains of faculty.'

Posted by: Stug Guts [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 28, 2014 5:07 PM

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