MEMBER OF THE POVERTY JET SET : a group of people given to chronic travelling at the expense of long-term job stability or a permanent residence. Tend to have doomed and extremely expensive phone-call relationships with people named Serge or Ilyana. Tend to discuss frequent-flyer programs at parties. "Either our lives become stories, or there's just no way to get through them". I agree. Dag agrees. We know that this is why the three of us left our lives behind us and came to the desert - to tell stories and to make our own lives worthwhile tales in the process. "You, you cute little creature. You don't have to worry about having snowmobiles or cocaine or a third house in Orlando, Florida. That's right. No you don't. You just want a nice little pat on the head (...). That's right. You wouldn't want to worry yourself with so many things. And do you know why?" (The dog raises its ears at the inflection, giving the illusion of understanding. Dag insists that all dogs secretely speak the English language and subscribe to the morals and beliefs of the Unitarian church, but Claire ovjected to this because she said she knew for a fact, that when she was in France, the dogs spoke French). They'd only remind you that all you're doing with your life is collecting objects. And nothing else. We live small lives on the periphery; we are marginalized and there's a great deal in which we choose not to partecipate. We wanted silence and we have that silence now. We arrived here spackled in sores and zits, our colons so tied in knots that we never thought we'd have a bowel movement again. Our systems had stopped working, jammed with the odour of copy machines, Wite-Out, the smell of bond paper, and the endless stress of pointless jobs done grudgingly to little applause. We had compulsions that made us confuse shopping with creativity, to take downers and assume that merely renting a video on a Saturday night was enough. But now that we live here in the desert, things are much, much better. GENERATION X by Douglas Coupland
Poverty-Jet-Set (...credi di conoscermi?)
MEMBER OF THE POVERTY JET SET : a group of people given to chronic travelling at the expense of long-term job stability or a permanent residence. Tend to have doomed and extremely expensive phone-call relationships with people named Serge or Ilyana. Tend to discuss frequent-flyer programs at parties. "Either our lives become stories, or there's just no way to get through them". I agree. Dag agrees. We know that this is why the three of us left our lives behind us and came to the desert - to tell stories and to make our own lives worthwhile tales in the process. "You, you cute little creature. You don't have to worry about having snowmobiles or cocaine or a third house in Orlando, Florida. That's right. No you don't. You just want a nice little pat on the head (...). That's right. You wouldn't want to worry yourself with so many things. And do you know why?" (The dog raises its ears at the inflection, giving the illusion of understanding. Dag insists that all dogs secretely speak the English language and subscribe to the morals and beliefs of the Unitarian church, but Claire ovjected to this because she said she knew for a fact, that when she was in France, the dogs spoke French). They'd only remind you that all you're doing with your life is collecting objects. And nothing else. We live small lives on the periphery; we are marginalized and there's a great deal in which we choose not to partecipate. We wanted silence and we have that silence now. We arrived here spackled in sores and zits, our colons so tied in knots that we never thought we'd have a bowel movement again. Our systems had stopped working, jammed with the odour of copy machines, Wite-Out, the smell of bond paper, and the endless stress of pointless jobs done grudgingly to little applause. We had compulsions that made us confuse shopping with creativity, to take downers and assume that merely renting a video on a Saturday night was enough. But now that we live here in the desert, things are much, much better. GENERATION X by Douglas Coupland