it is just another modern day in a modern world. it’s bloody hard to keep up with the times. I find myself here, negotiating the very idea of modern because i wanted an online journal where I could record my thoughts and writing and presto! I find myself engaging with the idea of my desires. Immediate gratification. Always a good thing?
I’d like to consider myself a modern thinker; refined, learn’d, and valuing civility and intellectual, open discussion in a respectful, articulate, and rational manner. But sometimes, I just want to slap a motherfucker.
They sat and stared at each other, hoping for a modern day fairy-tale but all they got were shattered post-colonial dreams where Disney seemed like an export created to sell the fairy-tale, that was modernization.
Modern; it’s glass and steel castles. We’ve created Brutalist architecture to keep ourselves in modernity. It’s not all bad; but why does the modern person want to stay safe, stay rooted stay stable
There are things in life that we consider modern and things that we consider from the past. But could there possibly be things that exist that re both modern and from the past?
it was sleek and white and weird. i didn’t recognize it when we walked up the path I so long ago used to pick flowers on for my mother. I didn’t recognize it when we knocked on the door. The only glimmer of recognition that entered my mind that day was the mailbox. There was a chip in the paint that allowed the yellow it used to be shine through; a ray of sunshine in my sad, sad life.
White boxes and black lines crossing the edges. clear counter tops, but mostly the color white and bright lights everywhere. On top and bottom of the boxes, everywhere they are blinding. white rugs on top of white tiles. Filled with luminous lights.
Romance is dead. We have 30 second clips of hugs and kisses. And 3 minute peep shows of girls getting plowed. It bothers me. What happened to connection? Where did conversations go? Maybe we never connected. It could have been all an illusion.
“Come one, come all! Try the brand new THINGAMAJIG! The peak of modern technology! Using the latest science, the thingamajig will solve all of your modern needs! Press the button, flip the switch, and you can do the thing in less time than ever before!”
stark white walls and a small window at the end. white ceiling, white floor. white everywhere. this was the new version, the updated version, the version that would show everyone just how modern they were. she didn’t like it.
The problem with “modern” is that we tend to disregard everything else that is considered old-fashioned. Good things are timeless. “Modern” or “new” are not synonyms for better. You keep that in mind.
Don’t think, just write. That’s such a modern concept. How am I supposed to just write without thinking about what I’m going to write? I’m living in a modern world. What’s modern today will be old fashioned 100 years from now. Chew on that for awhile, eh? What was modern 100 years ago is old fashioned today. Modern is a relative term, no?
What is the correct modern? We live una modern world but didn’t people In the 1920s believe they were living upon a new modern era. So what truly is modernism… Yes we do love Ina modern world but so did the people in the 1920s
Sleek curves give way to a festering underbelly.
Corruption and fortitude are as one under blistering skin.
Tape worms meander through the ecstatic masses.
Vox populous cancer.
I think that this is like the definition of recent things. Maybe books or idea can be modern in the sense that no one has ever done something like that before. Styles can be considered modern in the same way, because no else has worn that style before.
It’s only a flute you can use to summon a giant cockroach army. It’s kid of like when you find a Cheerio in the couch cushions and don’t eat it. You just stare at the Cheerio like it’s a giant modern life preserver with wings.
When I walk through the neighborhood, I see lots of more updated or modern houses. They have large brick fronts with large well (and professionally) kept yards.
It was the conveniences that I took for granted, really. Morning coffee that knew to brew itself just minutes before I woke up, the entirety of the world’s information at my fingertips, the perfect lighting at any given moment in the creative process. But more than anything else, and indeed what all of the other conveniences continued to gift me, was time. I always took the time for granted. They should really invent something for that.
It was a strangely stylish home. I don’t know if I would call it modern. Curved angles gave way to the rigid legs of the sitting room chair. It was entirely made of wood. Not the kind from a factory, but from the shop of a wood smith. I couldn’t help but glance inside the room from my window. The chair was stout, just like the man sitting in it. He ate his biscuit with a bottle of Merlot and coffee.
In these modern times it is good to keep some of the old ways like honor, truth and honesty. Without these things we are nothing, and the world will eventually fail.
Thoroughly Modern Milly pops to mind. As does the knowledge that some people are incredibly self-deluded in a grand stage sorta way. Also Tamyrn, “Mild Confusion.” Heavily influenced, that sound.
Everything has to be so modern, my grandmother said. We used to laugh about that, because it sounded so funny. She didn’t like the modern world much and would often talk about her childhood. It was a hard childhood, because she grew up poor, but she said she was happy. She didn’t seem happy about some aspects of modernity.
It was not the first time they had found a need to improvise. In the eight months they had lived on this planet, they had faced many unforeseen problems. But they had just been through the biggest upheaval of modern times. An asteroid had hit southern Europe, killing over two hundred million on impact, and releasing a deadly virus into the seas. Every attempt to contain it was confounded by mutations, so the only choice was to evacuate the planet. But there was only time to prepare vessels for two hundred thousand, after they had sent a small reconnaissance team to a recently discovered planet that looked like it could sustain human life. And even that team had been struck with a strain of the virus, which threatened to deny them all hope, but they managed to develop a vaccine for that strain, which was eliminated before it could mutate again, and the planet was declared clean, so the main group was cleared to travel. And that had only been the beginning of their adventure.
Modern fades and soon becomes old and dated. Time has the inexhaustible ability to attack words like modern, new, fresh, and batter them until we become uninterested. Don’t become entranced by modern or new things. They are the same as the old things you don’t have time for anymore. Love things that time cannot touch.
The new apple watch is a very modern piece of technology. It has many cool and modern features that I think has the potential to improve everyone’s lives.
everything was ready: the dark corner, the spider’s web, the dusty dresses. All they needed was some modern guy to ruin it all for them. I knew just the person.
We live in a modern world. But what does that mean. Doesn’t any place in time have their own modernization? So what makes our generation modern? Is it that we live in it or simply because we believe we are more modern than any other time before us? Morse roam depends on what you perceive of the world… Yes I believe the reason modern world can be characterized as something different everytime is because everything changes over time. so yea we do live in a modern world, but on for us
It was like they were acting out the modern version to a period drama. One moment Ushio was staring intently into Yusei’s blue eyes, the next moment the younger man was leaning forward and touching Ushio’s square jaw with a bare hand. He had removed his glove at some point.
“What do I have to do to convince you otherwise, Officer?”
The room was sleek and modern. The simple streamlined furniture spiraled outward to form strange patterns. Not what one would expect from a family such as this. The strange style only added to the mystery of the situation. It seemed they were living five different lives all at once, switching back and forth as they desired.
I thought we lived in the modern era. Why do we have white, gray-haired governors deciding who gets to be turned away from businesses? Why do we have a government more interested in their own paychecks than the people’s savings? I step outside, and there’s an initiative proposal claiming that people like me deserve to be shot in the head. This is the year 2015, and we don’t know any better as a society? Give me a freaking break.
it is just another modern day in a modern world. it’s bloody hard to keep up with the times. I find myself here, negotiating the very idea of modern because i wanted an online journal where I could record my thoughts and writing and presto! I find myself engaging with the idea of my desires. Immediate gratification. Always a good thing?
Modernity is not the way you dress or talk, it is the way you solve things. Your outlook defines modernity, not your lifestyle.
I’d like to consider myself a modern thinker; refined, learn’d, and valuing civility and intellectual, open discussion in a respectful, articulate, and rational manner. But sometimes, I just want to slap a motherfucker.
They sat and stared at each other, hoping for a modern day fairy-tale but all they got were shattered post-colonial dreams where Disney seemed like an export created to sell the fairy-tale, that was modernization.
I laughed at the silly professor waving his manuscript in front of me.
“Go away. There aren’t any more minutes in your appointment. I don’t have time to deal with cranks like you all day long, you know.”
I slammed the door and went back to work on creating my frozen yogurt sculpture.
Nobody understands me.
Modern is now, the goal human being want to reach.
Modern; it’s glass and steel castles. We’ve created Brutalist architecture to keep ourselves in modernity. It’s not all bad; but why does the modern person want to stay safe, stay rooted stay stable
There are things in life that we consider modern and things that we consider from the past. But could there possibly be things that exist that re both modern and from the past?
it was sleek and white and weird. i didn’t recognize it when we walked up the path I so long ago used to pick flowers on for my mother. I didn’t recognize it when we knocked on the door. The only glimmer of recognition that entered my mind that day was the mailbox. There was a chip in the paint that allowed the yellow it used to be shine through; a ray of sunshine in my sad, sad life.
White boxes and black lines crossing the edges. clear counter tops, but mostly the color white and bright lights everywhere. On top and bottom of the boxes, everywhere they are blinding. white rugs on top of white tiles. Filled with luminous lights.
its a modern world
its a dirty world
an awful, ugly world we live
modernize yourself
evolve
It was the way of life in those modern times to be as easy as possible.
Of course, easy can mean quite a few things. So what do I mean?
Not in the way you’re thinking, that’s for sure.
Pervert.
Romance is dead. We have 30 second clips of hugs and kisses. And 3 minute peep shows of girls getting plowed. It bothers me. What happened to connection? Where did conversations go? Maybe we never connected. It could have been all an illusion.
“Come one, come all! Try the brand new THINGAMAJIG! The peak of modern technology! Using the latest science, the thingamajig will solve all of your modern needs! Press the button, flip the switch, and you can do the thing in less time than ever before!”
stark white walls and a small window at the end. white ceiling, white floor. white everywhere. this was the new version, the updated version, the version that would show everyone just how modern they were. she didn’t like it.
The problem with “modern” is that we tend to disregard everything else that is considered old-fashioned. Good things are timeless. “Modern” or “new” are not synonyms for better. You keep that in mind.
It’s the joys of modern-day romance she told herself, a smile blooming on her face as she saw his name pop up at the top of the screen.
Don’t think, just write. That’s such a modern concept. How am I supposed to just write without thinking about what I’m going to write? I’m living in a modern world. What’s modern today will be old fashioned 100 years from now. Chew on that for awhile, eh? What was modern 100 years ago is old fashioned today. Modern is a relative term, no?
What is the correct modern? We live una modern world but didn’t people In the 1920s believe they were living upon a new modern era. So what truly is modernism… Yes we do love Ina modern world but so did the people in the 1920s
It’s new
it’s here
it’s all up to you
It’s new
It’s here
It’s all for you
It’s new
It’s here
It’s you.
Sleek curves give way to a festering underbelly.
Corruption and fortitude are as one under blistering skin.
Tape worms meander through the ecstatic masses.
Vox populous cancer.
I think that this is like the definition of recent things. Maybe books or idea can be modern in the sense that no one has ever done something like that before. Styles can be considered modern in the same way, because no else has worn that style before.
It’s only a flute you can use to summon a giant cockroach army. It’s kid of like when you find a Cheerio in the couch cushions and don’t eat it. You just stare at the Cheerio like it’s a giant modern life preserver with wings.
When I walk through the neighborhood, I see lots of more updated or modern houses. They have large brick fronts with large well (and professionally) kept yards.
It was the conveniences that I took for granted, really. Morning coffee that knew to brew itself just minutes before I woke up, the entirety of the world’s information at my fingertips, the perfect lighting at any given moment in the creative process. But more than anything else, and indeed what all of the other conveniences continued to gift me, was time. I always took the time for granted. They should really invent something for that.
It was a strangely stylish home. I don’t know if I would call it modern. Curved angles gave way to the rigid legs of the sitting room chair. It was entirely made of wood. Not the kind from a factory, but from the shop of a wood smith. I couldn’t help but glance inside the room from my window. The chair was stout, just like the man sitting in it. He ate his biscuit with a bottle of Merlot and coffee.
In these modern times it is good to keep some of the old ways like honor, truth and honesty. Without these things we are nothing, and the world will eventually fail.
Thoroughly Modern Milly pops to mind. As does the knowledge that some people are incredibly self-deluded in a grand stage sorta way. Also Tamyrn, “Mild Confusion.” Heavily influenced, that sound.
Everything has to be so modern, my grandmother said. We used to laugh about that, because it sounded so funny. She didn’t like the modern world much and would often talk about her childhood. It was a hard childhood, because she grew up poor, but she said she was happy. She didn’t seem happy about some aspects of modernity.
It was not the first time they had found a need to improvise. In the eight months they had lived on this planet, they had faced many unforeseen problems. But they had just been through the biggest upheaval of modern times. An asteroid had hit southern Europe, killing over two hundred million on impact, and releasing a deadly virus into the seas. Every attempt to contain it was confounded by mutations, so the only choice was to evacuate the planet. But there was only time to prepare vessels for two hundred thousand, after they had sent a small reconnaissance team to a recently discovered planet that looked like it could sustain human life. And even that team had been struck with a strain of the virus, which threatened to deny them all hope, but they managed to develop a vaccine for that strain, which was eliminated before it could mutate again, and the planet was declared clean, so the main group was cleared to travel. And that had only been the beginning of their adventure.
Modern technology is evolving and one has to pace with time. Change is modern, it is a way of life.
Modern is synonymous to new. Modern means a little footprint of the past integrated with the present.
Under the sheets, body twisted – new modern, the angles and edges and madness of wishful thinking. The morning will never come.
Modern fades and soon becomes old and dated. Time has the inexhaustible ability to attack words like modern, new, fresh, and batter them until we become uninterested. Don’t become entranced by modern or new things. They are the same as the old things you don’t have time for anymore. Love things that time cannot touch.
The new apple watch is a very modern piece of technology. It has many cool and modern features that I think has the potential to improve everyone’s lives.
everything was ready: the dark corner, the spider’s web, the dusty dresses. All they needed was some modern guy to ruin it all for them. I knew just the person.
We live in a modern world. But what does that mean. Doesn’t any place in time have their own modernization? So what makes our generation modern? Is it that we live in it or simply because we believe we are more modern than any other time before us? Morse roam depends on what you perceive of the world… Yes I believe the reason modern world can be characterized as something different everytime is because everything changes over time. so yea we do live in a modern world, but on for us
It was like they were acting out the modern version to a period drama. One moment Ushio was staring intently into Yusei’s blue eyes, the next moment the younger man was leaning forward and touching Ushio’s square jaw with a bare hand. He had removed his glove at some point.
“What do I have to do to convince you otherwise, Officer?”
The room was sleek and modern. The simple streamlined furniture spiraled outward to form strange patterns. Not what one would expect from a family such as this. The strange style only added to the mystery of the situation. It seemed they were living five different lives all at once, switching back and forth as they desired.
I thought we lived in the modern era. Why do we have white, gray-haired governors deciding who gets to be turned away from businesses? Why do we have a government more interested in their own paychecks than the people’s savings? I step outside, and there’s an initiative proposal claiming that people like me deserve to be shot in the head. This is the year 2015, and we don’t know any better as a society? Give me a freaking break.