God bless Apple TV, making prestige TV with big stars that nobody watches. It's like the renaissance patronage system, technocratic noblesse oblige and I'm here for it.
My favourite postmodernism insanity story:
2012, I'm at an academic conference in Bilbao.
A speaker declares that for something-something-minority-resistance reason, he'll deliver his talk in the local Basque dialect.
The whole audience stayed in, listened for 30' without understanding a word, and then clapped.
PS: I found something symbolic in it; it's not that you could understand the rest of the 'critical theory' speakers, even though they technically spoke English.
PS2: til now I regret not leaving the room in protest.
Old guys. Fat guys. Short guys. Bald guys. Broke guys. Stupid guys. I like them all. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free