Hello voyeur! I noticed you staring at me with a peculiar fascination and interest. You stumbled upon the remote parts of the internet your parents warned you about.
I’m a kind of postmodern Flâneur. What is a Flâneur? Well, according to one website,
- “Flâneur” is a word understood intuitively by the French to mean “stroller, idler, walker.” He has been portrayed in the past as a well-dressed man, strolling leisurely through the Parisian arcades of the nineteenth century–a shopper with no intention to buy, an intellectual parasite of the arcade. Traditionally the traits that mark the flâneur are wealth, education, and idleness. He strolls to pass the time that his wealth affords him, treating the people who pass and the objects he sees as texts for his own pleasure. An anonymous face in the multitude, the flâneur is free to probe his surroundings for clues and hints that may go unnoticed by the others.
Well, I certainly have plenty of idleness it seems. Wont you be a virtual parasite with me? Together we will travel the vast expanses of the World Wide Inter-Webs, being voyeurs upon the comical and bizarre that “may go unnoticed by the others.” What losers! Sure, some will say “Have you nothing better to do?” “Couldn’t you apply yourself toward something noble and volunteer your time?” This blog is about the carnivalesque spirit and a firm belief in the potential power of parody.
You want more? Hold on tiger! This is only the first date! Leave a little for your imagination. OK, one other important thing you need to know about me is . . . .