Rodney Hall, frequent guest of this blog, began a spiel on this topic when last we met. This commentary on the nature of art is so fundamental and so important, it needs to be posted somewhere: once again, I exhorted him to start his own blog and yet again, he refused. For that reason, I present his ideas here, rather than attempt to pass them off as my own.
Continue reading‘Story is Such a Lie.’
Posted in Observation, Real Men with tags C.S. Lewis, Charles Dickens, James Joyce, Luis Bunuel, Mr Deasey, Rodney Hall, Ulysses on January 20, 2023 by Jarrod Boyle‘A Warrior Culture Steeped in Violence.’
Posted in Journalism, Pretensions toward cultural theory, Real Men with tags America, Apocalypse Now, Australia Day, Ben Roberts-Smith Versus the Media, colonel kurtz, SAS, The Guardian Newspaper, Viet Cong, Vietnam war on December 18, 2022 by Jarrod BoyleMeditation Killed My Motivation
Posted in Observation, Pretensions toward cultural theory, Reading, Real Men, Statement of intention with tags Alain De Botton, Blade Runner, Buddha, How Proust Can Change Your Life, In Search of Lost Time, Luke David, Marcus Aurelius, Nietzsche, Osho, Proust, Roy Batty, Scott Moncrieff, Tim Ferriss on December 1, 2022 by Jarrod BoyleTim Ferriss once said that he had initially avoided meditation for fear it would bliss him out and diminish his drive. In my case, I fear that it’s true.
Continue readingMonster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story
Posted in Netflix, Observation, True Crime with tags American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis, Jeffrey Dahmer, Netflix on October 23, 2022 by Jarrod BoyleMonster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story is one of those things that fits in the, ‘Good, but I don’t like it’ category of film and television, which at the very least, pushes it beyond the odious definition of film and television as entertainment.
Continue readingLimp Bizkit: The Last Great Band of the Nineties?
Posted in Music, Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags Big Day Out, Dave Blaustein, Fred Durst, Iggy Pop, Jimi Hendrix, Limp Bizkit, Netflix, Rage Against the Machine, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Trainwreck: Woodstock '99, Wes Borland on October 16, 2022 by Jarrod BoyleI’d never had much interest in Limp Bizkit until I saw the Netflix documentary, Trainwreck: Woodstock ’99. Nu-metal didn’t do a lot for me, and there was something that felt just a little bit entitled about Fred Durst.
Continue readingMillennial ‘Ethics’
Posted in Pretensions toward cultural theory with tags culture, Feminism, ghosting, Glen Waverley, marxism, millennials, prejudice, racism, sociopathy, white guilt on July 24, 2022 by Jarrod BoyleI recently found myself embroiled with a couple of young women, millennials that I will refer to as A. and S., who seemed to defy all criticisms of millennials that I had experienced.
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Posted in Observation with tags diet, discipline, Jordan Peterson, Kim Kardashian, obesity, Philip K. Dick, Sports Illustrated, Yumi Nu on July 2, 2022 by Jarrod Boyle
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It is not necessary to be a professional athlete training twice a day, for four hours a day, to achieve these outcomes.
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Posted in Observation with tags body image, diet, Exercise, Jordan Peterson, Naomi Wolff, plus size, Sports Illustrated, The Beauty Myth, Yumi Nu on June 22, 2022 by Jarrod Boyle
No doubt we were all amused this week by the back-and-forth between Sports Illustrated cover model Yumi Nu and Jordan Peterson.
Continue readingThomas Hardy: Character is Fate in ‘The Mayor of Casterbridge’
Posted in Fiction, Observation, Reading with tags Charles Dickens, David Copperfield, Donald Farfrae, Michael Henchard, Narcissus, Phillip Pirrip, Tess of the D'Urbervilles, The Mayor of Casterbridge, Thomas Hardy on May 31, 2022 by Jarrod Boyle‘Character is fate, said Novalis, and Farfrae’s character was just the reverse of Henchard’s, who might not be inaptly described as Faust has been described – as a vehement gloomy being who had quitted the ways of vulgar men without light to guide him on a better way.’
Thomas Hardy,
The Mayor of Casterbridge,
P. 131
While reading The Mayor of Casterbridge this morning, I saw something that I did not like: myself.
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