While I’ve got it on the brain, here’s an excellent Hunger Games illustration by R. Kikuo Johnson, 2010.
That said, the New Yorker article this accompanied really rubbed me the wrong way.
If, on the other hand, you consider the [Hunger Games] as a fever-dream allegory of the adolescent social experience, they become perfectly intelligible. Adults dump teen-agers into the viper pit of high school, spouting a lot of sentimental drivel about what a wonderful stage of life it’s supposed to be. The rules are arbitrary, unfathomable, and subject to sudden change… Adults don’t seem to understand how high the stakes are; your whole life could be over, and they act like it’s just some “phase”!
Yeah, idiot. We live in a world of child soldiers, mass starvation, and land mines that are still hiding in the ground after half a century, and The Hunger Games is about high school. Idiot.
Why is the common rock pigeon dead and hanging by its feet from a nail when all the other ones are strutting around? What’s up with that, physical anthropology text book?
A squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is fast and bulbous, got me?
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Lyrics in Trout Mask Replica by Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band
I’m a scientist.
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My physical anthropology professor.
In geology, you have all this old stuff on top of the new stuff. That’s why we have the grand canyon.
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My physical anthropology professor.
Wait, what?
Carolus Linnaeus didn’t believe in Dawin’s theory if evolution.
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My physical anthropology professor.
No shit.
Carolus Linnaeus lived ~100 years before Darwin.
I’m really into this song, but I’m pretty ambivalent about all the other ones on the album.
Oh god that font. It haunts my nightmares. And that photo. Horror.
People generally think of travel in terms of displacement in space, but a long journey exists simultaneously in space, in time, and in the social hierarchy. Our impressions must be related to each of these three before we can define them properly; and as space alone has three dimensions all to itself we should need at least five to establish an adequate notion of travel.
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While I’ve got it on the brain, here’s an excellent Hunger Games illustration by R. Kikuo Johnson, 2010.
That said, the New Yorker article this accompanied really rubbed me the wrong way.
If, on the other hand, you consider the [Hunger Games] as a fever-dream allegory of the adolescent social experience, they become perfectly intelligible. Adults dump teen-agers into the viper pit of high school, spouting a lot of sentimental drivel about what a wonderful stage of life it’s supposed to be. The rules are arbitrary, unfathomable, and subject to sudden change… Adults don’t seem to understand how high the stakes are; your whole life could be over, and they act like it’s just some “phase”!
Yeah, idiot. We live in a world of child soldiers, mass starvation, and land mines that are still hiding in the ground after half a century, and The Hunger Games is about high school. Idiot.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1pd0w8lLL1qdjgq8o1_1280.jpg)
