The most elementary definition of ideology is probably the well-known phrase from Marx’s Capital: “Sie wissen das nicht, aber sie tun es” (“they do not know it, but they are doing it”). The very concept of ideology implies a kind of basic, constitutive naïveté: the misrecognition of its own presuppositions, of its own effective conditions, a distance, a divergence between so-called social reality and our distorted representation, our false consciousness of it. That is why such a ‘naive consciousness’ can be submitted to a critical-ideological procedure. The aim of this procedure is to lead the naïve ideological consciousness to a point at which it can recognize its own effective conditions, the social reality that it is distorting, and through this very act dissolve itself. In the more sophisticated versions of the critics of ideology -that developed by the Frankfurt School, for example — it is not just a question of seeing things (that is, social reality) as they ‘really are’, of throwing away the distorting spectacles of ideology; the main point is to see how the reality itself cannot reproduce itself without this so-called ideological mystification. The mask is not simply hiding the real state of things; the ideological distortion is written into its very essence. – Slavoj Zizek Continue reading Enlightened False Consciousness-Reality?
Donny got his wings.
He didn’t die with his boots on. He was barefoot.
My Dear Donny,
We played a lot of music together. I’ve been missing that music, for a long time.
I’ve not been writing long posts. Who has the time to read them? Who has the time to write them?
But Donny’s life is worthy of words. He should have been a star/was a star. Donny was like an old time, country music legend. The way he looked, the way he lived and the way he played his songs. Continue reading Donny’s Dead
I don’t look fat to me. But, at the time that picture was taken, I thought I was huge. I thought no one wanted to know me or talk to me.
How did I get that way?
Could it possibly have been from a brother that told me I was a fatty, fatty, two by four? It was one of his repetitive tortures, that gave him a sense of power. Or, was it from a brother-in-law, that called me lard ass, like that was my name? Continue reading HEAVY Conversation
1. Do not listen to this song!
2. Don’t listen to sad, country music ballads, ever!
3. Do not lay down in the day time.
4. Walk ~ wear headphones ~ listen to upbeat music.
5. Help someone. Get out of yourself.
7. Write a blog post about how to avoid depression.
* I am no stranger to depression. As a young person, I would listen to sad songs and ballads, having no idea what effect they were having on me. These suggestions might sound trite, however, utilizing them has saved my life.
The point, I’ve been trying to make to a few “good church ladies” is, I don’t think that God needs your help, sorting out the sinners.
Taking it all in stride, Rooster is working to keep up with our granddaughter’s husband. He’s a tall one. Roo is having the time of his life, telling this walking man, everything he’s ever known about the world of welding. If he wants to be heard he has to shuffle much faster, to keep up with those long legs.
The future looks bright.
My husband came home to be by his father’s side, in his time of need.
Now he finds himself, keeping up with the young, that have their whole life in front of them.
They have a baby on the way.
A new baby is like the beginning of all things-wonder, hope a dream of possibilities.~LeShan
This is an epitaph from a relative’s tombstone. Words that I grew up with. My grandmother, mother and aunt, use to take us to the cemetery, after Mass. It seemed appropriate to visit the dead, on Sunday.
To walk with head bowed, looking at the dirt and envisioning the emptiness. The nothingness of the after-life. It looked like a weird neighborhood. The tombstones had addresses that were years; one – to the other. The personalities living on in quirky sayings, that haunted me in the week.
I took those words to heart. How was I to prepare for death? Continue reading This Is Life
2. He does not mind my wrinkles.
3. He takes good care of me.
4. He’s cute.
5. He supports me in my endeavors.
6. He is good to my family.
7. He always makes sure I have a car that runs.
Thirty-one years ago, I met this man. No one else compares. Another thirty-one years would be great.
He’s a KEEPER….