For those of you who do not know (and honest to god- why should you?) my name is Paul Durante, and among other things, I write a blog, tweet absurdly stupid things (which you can find @DewmontPaul btw :)) and write blog posts that like twenty people read. Such is the life opf anEnglish major I suppose. I also have recently debuted a web series for those of you who are interested. I wrote and directed in it, and in this episode I even play a man named after a food dish……
But alas, such matters are not why we gather hear today. Rather, we come together to discuss a far more important matter than my shortcomings: the Matrix. For those of you who do not know (I assure you, I was among your ranks until last night) the Matrix, is a film in which our protagonist “Neo” discovers that his life is not as he had cpnvieved it, but rather the [roduct of a program that decieved the human race into believing that all was real. As you find out in the first film (and for the record I have yet to see the other two) the world ended when humainty created and then subsequently went to war with AI that we created. In the process of pursuing that war, we blocked out the sun in the hopes that it would terminate our solar powered AI friends, but such was not the case, and we subsequently went extinct….Except that we didn’t. rather than allowing us to die out, robots created an articial world for us to occupy, in which things are essentially as they had been in 1999. And it is with this point that I do believe I am in disagreement with the general public.
Last night I watched this film with my wife.
“What assholes,’ I commented once we were done.
“I know right,” she replied. “You mean the agents?”
“I mean the humans! We kill our planet and then feel somehow entitled to it? Neo is a prick.”
As you might imagine, I am on the side of the AI. Yes, it is less than fortunate that we are essentially batteries to them, but regardless, they were far more merciful than I believe that “our” (humans as a species) actions warranted. Within the confines of this movies plot, we had killed our own planet. Rather than going extinct as earths history dictated we should, we merely took on another form, as a consiousness rather than a body. Granted, this is not the ideal existence, but it is nevertheless the one that we have earned. Only the most extreme proponents of human elititism could claim that we were still entitled to an ownership stake of this planet that we had allowed to be destroyed. And yet we are supposed to view Neo and company as the heroes?
Or are we? granted I have not seen the subsequent films, but as an English Major, I have to wonder, are we truly supposed to view this film with the assumption that Neo and Morpheus are righteous in their conquest, or are they relics of a society that placed a supreme emphasis on human life? That is not to say that human life has no value, but rather that it is lucky to have been preserved in any capacity given what seems to have unfolded in the Matrix time line. In real life, we will most assuredly not receive this same comforts after our soils erode, and our atmospheres give way to noxious gas and pollution. Perhaps Neo and his friends are presuming upon an entitlement that they are not worthy of.
Just something to think about
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Hello friends, family, the indifferent other! For those of you that don’t know, my name is Paul Durante, and for the last year or so, I have been working on developing a web series titled “The Dewmont Daze.” In that time, I have released a mdoerate amount of shorts, but the series itself was stalled several times. BUT now it’s finally here, and you can watch it.
Yes that’s right, for the low low price of no money whatsoever, you can let my mediocrity inspire you into creating some of your own. And the best part? Each episode is only seven to eight minutes long. Did you ever see Avatar? That bullshit went on for three God damn hours, and by the time it was over all that we learned was that it costs a half billion dollars to make a statement on human wastefulness. But that’s not the nonsense that you get here- no, with my series you can get loads of human wastefulness in seven minute incriments! SUPPORT A DIRECTOR THAT RESPECTS YOUR TIME!
Ok, so that said, here is the second episode!
If you have watched any of my previous videos, you might recognize two of the characters.
But wait! You’re saying that you haven’t seen episode 1? Well that’s no problem, you could probably manage episode two without having seen it, but fuck that! Here it is, free of charge, and of blue people!
There you go! Free entertainment, littered with weed, urine, and Motherfucking Joe Biden!
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Hello friends, enemies, and the indifferent other! For those of you that do not know, my name is Paul Durante, and for the last year or so, I have been working towards developing a new web series set in the marijuanna smoke infused Dewmont Community College. While production has been slow, and at times tedious, I am very pleased to announce that as of last night we are officially online. That means that for the next ten weeks or so I will be posting one video a week until the lot of you get too tired of me to remain passively indifferent. At that point, you will get hostile, and I will retreat back into my cave of make believe in which everyone likes me, and my videos never fail horribly! Until then, join me in watching the ensuing disaster unfold!
But in all seriousness,The show really isn’t so bad. if this is your first time reading my blog, you wouldn;t know, but throughout production our time and resources were regrettably limited. We had about seven weeks to complete filming, with only about three hours a week to do what we had to. Considering that we had about 114 pages of script to wade through, the task at hand was a difficult one, and equipment limitations did not end up playing to our favor. The camera we used was a good one- a cannon t3i rebel, but unfortunately that was the extent of our technology. Given the sporatic filming schedule, renting equipment would have come at an enormous cost, and of course as college students our budget to acquire new equipment was non existent. The result is of course what you will find in the link above. So, if oyu could do me the honor of watching, liking, subscribing, and commenting, I would be most appreciative. BUT, if you don’t like it, certainly don’t let that stop you. Call me a hack! Tell your friends about the shit nugget of a video that you watched online. Just be sure to pass on to them when you get the chance. Either way they see the video 😉
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I hope George Zimmerman is the sort of guy that has google send notifications to his phone anytime someone throws his name around on the internet. An utter dick snot such as himself most assuredly is. I might be slightly late on waxing on this, but for those of you that do not know, the scrotum skin that is George Zimmerman has taken to bragging about shooting Trayvon Martin on Twitter. Yes that’s right, the infamously evil and stupid testament to why folks shouldn’t carry guns is not only a big enough fuck face to dare to address the public in any capacity, he has the audacity to do so on social media. At first I was dismayed to know that this openly racist and blatantly homophobic ass nugget had placed himself in the public eye, but then it occurred to me what a wonderful opportunity it was. Between the people that follow this moron, and the folks that follow the Kardashian Kamp, we now have a definitive list of citizens that should not be allowed to vote. Thanks for the help dick head.
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if you’ve been reading my blog this past few days, you know that I have been stuck in a classroom with the dreaded chatty student. My hope was that this chattinesss might be attributed to first day nerves, but such has not been the case. Today this morherfucker started talking about batman in an Iroquois literature class. SHUT THE FUCK UP.Dont get me wrong I fucking love Batman, but seriously, stop talking. The two things are not related and if there is one rule in school it’s to not talk ever especially not if necessary.
For those of you that have not been reading along (I’m talking to you, World Wide Web) my name is Paul Durante, and for the past, ohhh twenty or so years I was just a shell of what I could be. In that time, I have met people that I care about, gone places that expanded my horizon’s past the corn filled soils of Illinois, and even written things that i am somewhat proud of, but it took me up until this summer to find what I can finally call, success. And how might a mediocre small scale internet personality quantify success? Well since no one reads or watches my things, this online pest has had to go the deeper, more personal route. Marrying my wife, was the best decision that I have ever made, opening my life up to something that it had previously never been familiar with: daily joy. Even before, when we were only dating, or even engaged, the happiness was still tremendous, spiritual, and perfect beyond what I had ever before known, but now as I pound away at these keys with a wedding band on my left hand, something has changed. There is a new sense of simplistic profundity to this familiar and yet new sense of happiness, and I am afraid that it is a profundity that I cannot explain in this blog, most especially because nobody pays me for this shit.
But amongst this wonderful and exciting new chapter of my life is an ever so feint veil of surprise and speculation from my peers. Oh yes, I am still a student.
“What do you think? Unplanned pregnancy?”
“You don’t thing….surely he isn’t a Christian?”
Okay, okay, so no one is literally circling up and whispering gossip in my face. In fact, the vast majority of friends and family have been very supportive of our decision, but in the background there has always been this since of judgemental speculation.
So lets clear things up.
- Nope, no pregnancy, planned or otherwise, although I do believe I would look glowing with a baby bump.
- Excuse you sirs and maams, but we have been together for three years. There is nothing blind or reckless about it. There isn’t a reckless bone in my body.Your reading the words of a man too cowardly to even attempt to parralell park.
- Haha no. I’m not a Christian, nor am I in any capacity religious. But do try not to say it with such stank in your voice next time.
Here’s the deal. When you know, you just know. Are we young? Perhaps slightly. But we are also financially able to pay for our own food, transportation, and living quarters (which we would have had to do regardless of whether or not we had gotten married) and in roughly nine months, we will also be degree holding members of society (despite my utter disdain for all thinks scholastic).
We are happy, which as far as I am concerned means that we are doing something right, because really, how often is there something to smile about?
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This may be exclusive to the english department, but in my experience there are two types of professors: Those that look like sixty seven year old men posing as preppy college students, and those taht dress as though they are homeless. There is of course the occasional old gentleman teacher that dresses modestly but well, but they are few and far in between. A note should be made that this is exclusive really only to men. Women dress like normal fucking people. Today I had one of the homeless men. Don’t get me wrong, I love the homeless, I just never expect to see them teaching me children’s literature. Is it a political statement that he wore dirty, torn clothes. or is there a story behind it? perhaps he had just vcome form his own The Hangover type situation in which he gave his tooth to ed helms and somehow predicted that Bradley Cooper would be succesful. And you know, put on dirty clothes afterwards. I’m not sure what it was, but whatever the case, it was all that I considered for the duration for the class. To say the least, it was more fun than actually thinking about childrens literature.
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have you ever noticed that every college class rooms has this unwritten law that the teacher must feign first day enthusiasm, the students (except for one unpleasantly perky one) must never stop talking about how much they wish it was summer, and the first class period must always be a long tedious explanation of what is to come that could have just as easily been handled in an email? That is not to say that I would rather have learned something today, but I could have just as easily spent that last hour watching weeds and writing absurd blog posts on my iPad.
For whatever reason where you sit on that first day determines the way that the rest of your semester goes. Because you can’t switch seats in college. Do it and the entire class will shoot daggers at you with their eyes for the next three months, like you just killed their puppy. I think I made a mistake in picking my seat. I plopped my shit down next to the kid in the teen age mutant ninja turtles shirt-because those folks almost never try and chat you up. Only this one did. Yep, that’s right I’m next to the dreaded aforementioned peppy kid. The kid that won’t stop talking to safe their life. It’s a nightmare. On the one hand you want to be nice to him, because surely life won’t be good for the kid that can’t stop talking about someone burning breakfast on their floor this morning. On the other hand it’s almost cruel not to say some thing isn’t it? A simple “oh god stop , what a horrible horrible story” could save him a lifetime of embarrassment. And so I am at an impass. What to do folks, what to do? Stay silent? Say my peace? Drop the class? Let me know what you think in the comments section.
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This is why I never could have been a teacher…..for those of you that don’t know, I almost was one. See teachers don’t write blog posts about the bullshit nature of school, and they sure as shit don’t direct videos called “butt weed”. Crass as my creative endevors over the past few years may have been, they nevertheless point very distinclty to the fact that nurturing young minds is a field best left to folks that aren’t me. As Marky Mark says in The Departed, (without the help of his Funky Bunch I might add) “You can be any fucking thing that you want in the next twelve months, but you will not be a Massachusates state policeman.” Only that’s misquoted, misspelled, and not about teaching. Whatever, you get the point.
I am no student, so by definition, I am the last person that should be in charge of them. After freshly having resigned to being simply an English Major, with no added burden of teacher certification, this is my first day back to class in what will be (God Willing) my last year as a college student. Do you suppose that the teachers hate today as much as I do? I maintain that college professors do what they do so that they can read books for a living, and in some cases, flirt with coeds that most likely wouldn’t have talked to them when they were nerdy little undergrads. Granted, some of them are passionate about what they do, but for the most part I have found that they are simply interested in getting paid to have pretentious conversations about things that don’t really matter anyway. Don’t kid yourselves, in college your paying for a sheet of paper- not a bunch of shit that you can learn for free on Wikipedia. Don’t agree with my cynical outlook? Good. Debate it.
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Married as fuck. Sounds nice doesn’t it? While the day itself was a bit of a blur, I do believe that it is the very last phrase that the priest uttered before saying “you may now kiss the bride”. You’re married as fuck, so just go ahead and kiss her. Eh maybe he didn’y say it. I knew though, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
Lets rewind. My name is Paul Durante, and for the last three years my every waking thought has been completely and utterly captivated by one Rachel Riesenberger (I’ve learned to look past the whole German thing and I hope that you can too). I wish there was a fun like or as that I could whip out to adequately describe our relationship (you know, like some Bonnie to my Clyde bullshit?) but the truth is she’s more like the teacher to my inner deliquint. My girl was our class valedictorian, a feat that she is not too keen on mentioning, and while i am no intellectual shlub, you are nevertheless reading the words of our high school classes 121st ranked student (and I do believe that there was only 98 kids in our class). In many ways we are opposites. She is the sweet to my bitter, the organization to my clutter, even the Christian to my secular humanist. With all that in mind, I have been married as fuck for three years, even before the church and the state decided to recognize it the way that we did. And that simple fact has been my utter joy for the past three years.
Married as fuck. That’s the funny thing about love, about human connection- that’s where the joy in life is. I’m only twenty one, but if there is one thing I know without doubt, or without question, it is that the difference between joy and pleasure is as distinct as it is crucial to understand. Food can be pleasure- a fleeting moment happiness caused by what is usually fat and sugar, but a meal, shared with friends and loved ones- that can be joy. That right there can be a memory. the same thing is true of marriage, or any relationship of substance really. If there is one thing I know, it is that the most foolproof path to happiness lies in understanding what matters in life, and what doesn’t. Because there are somethings that no one can take from you.
It is in this regard that I myself have struggled, even if only slightly. I have the world- everything that I could ever hope for, and yet there is a small part of me that tries to define my happiness or success by how I am received as a writer or a director, or whatever the hell other goofy thing I am working on at the moment. Since I was six I have dreamed of being a professional writer, and it has been about since then that I have also pursued it. I have written stories, and novels, created web series, I am in pre production on an independent film, and I even started a goofy blog in the hopes that it would get people to pay attention to me. I WANT to be succesful, but what I always come back to is the simple fact that I have already been given far more than i need. Everyone is always looking for that greener side of the pasture, but what I continuously realize is that there is nothing better than what I have now. I’m twenty years old, and I have peeked. Exactly what everyone dreams of yes? My life is perfect, Everything else that I get after this point is bonus.
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