Sh’ma El

#FUCKYOU

[dolo @doloyeung]

I was tired of getting called nino pequeno at work so I ditched my Transformers lunchbox and replaced it with a Citizen Kane lunchbox. Now they all call me Rosebud. To find a group of mexican laborers with such film literacy was almost as surprising as it was hurtful

[dum @pissed]

i just smoked weed this is the before and after

[Norm Macdonald @normmacdonald]

At times, the joy that life attacks me with is unbearable and leads to gasping hysterical laughter. I find myself completely out of control and wonder how could life could surprise me again and again and again, so completely. How could a man be a cynic? It is a sin.

[rube goldberg MAID machine @shittyprogram]

@jiratickets if you are pure of heart the raw bivalves will do no harm to you

[boto @TsarinaBomba]

When I look back on my life as a young man in New York, I’ll remember chicken over rice white sauce hot sauce, drinking 8 Guinness in midtown every Thursday with the guys from work, and evening runs along the Williamsburg waterfront. The rest will fade

[Sh’ma El @gischmir]

@Jack_Raines Sassy fruity Frenchmen attendants

[Sh’ma El @gischmir]

@jackmac Go there almost every day and this is true - bad sandwiches. Very good salad bar. Very bad pizza. Pretty solid breakfast food. 7/10.

[Sh’ma El @gischmir]

@ZohranKMamdani Zorhan this is a deli by MSG I'm there everyday there's no Zorhan special that first guy doesn't even work there

[Sh’ma El @gischmir]

@ESEA @HitByBus55 is this why you’ve been “sick”??

[Will Manidis @WillManidis]

the single greatest thing you can do for your sanity is to take life seriously. we live in a profoundly irony-poisoned society and you cut off 1/100th of what life can offer you by being a goofball. the jester may be near the king but he does not sit at the hand of the father

[Sh’ma El @gischmir]

@1w0wzerz Wow first hitByBus was exposed as a JasonR worshipper, now this

[Sh’ma El @gischmir]

@1lukeCS @prodbytmelks lookin good my brotha

[Sh’ma El @gischmir]

@1w0wzerz @HitByBus55 he's also been scamming my grandma out of her social security checks - well known grifter

[Bandy @bandy1803]

175 year old wagon ruts along the old Santa Fe trail, somewhere in Kansas.

[Sh’ma El @gischmir]

@cremieuxrecueil Downstream of the Romans: servile and liberal arts

[Sh’ma El @gischmir]

@growing_daniel Happened to me after I gave a dude a one star review for reckless driving

[“paula” @paularambles]

Ah! You see, the story is almost too perfect. The man encounters her in the museum, in front of Rothko. And what is Rothko? A black void, a red abyss, the silent scream of modernity. It is a demand for stillness, for confrontation with nothingness. And what does he do? Instead of confronting the void, he runs from it. He fills the silence with himself. He goes home, finds her blog, and writes: “we share interests, I read your post, I disagree.” Already, the act is obscene. The Rothko asks for silence, and he answers with a DM.

This is the Hegelian trick. On the surface, he performs philosophy. He frames his words as serious critique. But in truth, it is abstract negation. It is like Coke Zero, you know. Disagreement without the sugar of real engagement. He does not move the thought forward, he re-presents her own words back to her, only stamped with his authority: “I disagree.”

Now comes the reversal. She screenshots it. She posts it with the caption, “I am begging the men of the world to be normal.” Here, the dialectic achieves its completion. His attempt at recognition collapses into objecthood. He wanted to be interlocutor, he becomes exhibit. His seriousness is aufgehoben into comedy. He thought he was engaging in philosophy, but he is transformed into what Lacan would call the objet petit DM, the tiny kernel of humiliation now circulating in the meme economy.

And this is the paradox. The message was never private. Every DM already carries within it the possibility of its public unveiling. The truth of the DM is not in what it says, but in what it becomes. By posting it, she does not betray the interaction. She reveals it.

The Rothko was the warning. The void demanded contemplation. He could not endure it. He rushed to fill it with pseudo-philosophy. And so his words fell into the same abyss, only to return as content.

[Sh’ma El @gischmir]

@TheCinesthetic He just showed up with tar dripping from his limbs