Status Updates From Televisionary Oracle

Hit a heap of pages that nailed down concepts that I was wondering when they’d get to. Lots of stuff about ego and self projection. A lot of this book reads like it’s spoken by your jive talking older auntie who has beads hanging down from her door frames, wears long flowy patterned dresses and large wood pearls. I wouldn’t say frustrating, but a little too “hip 1990s” to take it seriously.

Flashes of brilliance but lots of dodging irreverent Legos that sting the feet. Sometimes it feels a little bit too much “silly episode of All That” from Nickelodeon. Sometimes there are somber moments of clarity. This book is at its best when it walks directly up to the line of being religiously relevatory but pulls back enough to help us find a messiah that’s been waiting to be born and waiting to die within us.

Been having a weird time with the language and “generation” of this book but just looked and realized it was written in 2000, only 18 years ago but a time when cool, funny, hip, new age, etc implied different things and spoke in different ways. Knowing the decade it was written from/for has helped a lot in digesting this.

Enjoying the jivey takes on a lot of strange neo-mysticism and candid sex-takes, but really hate the constant references to one of the worst named fake organizations of all time: “the Menstrual Temple of the Holy Grail.”

Just What. The. Fuck

I love this

"What red herrings, straw men, and scapegoats have you chased after obsessively in order to avoid dissolving your most well-rationalized delusions?" and "Menstrual Lingerie Fashion Show" pretty much sums up this books' tone so far. it's a trip, rob brezny is nothing if not...inspired? hard to explain. somehow charmingly heavyhanded imagery. interesting.