The Squelchistani Crank

By now my online college studies have completed, and now I can move onto more enlightened activities that will help me become a more productive member of Iowa City area society (or as much as a mildly autistic individual with anxiety and depression issues can contribute). Some of this extra time will naturally be devoted to the blog, and the Impossible Divide series, which has taken on greater importance with each passing week it seems. Of course, a recap is in order regarding the series talking about the Reformed Counterculture, or RC, ideology controlling the Democrats. It can be seen below: Part 1 – Counterculture Territories Part 2 – Why The Counterculture Came To Be Part 3 – The Beat Society Connection Part 4 – The No-Jesus Club Part 5 – The Dumpster Fire That Smelled Like Nag Champa Part 6 – When Krakatoa Met Vesuvius & Erupted In The 1970s Part 7 – How & Why The Counterculture Buttered Mr. Peanut Part 8 – The Debacle Where Mr. Peanut Drowned In A Canal Of Hate...

By now a fair number of readers of my blog posts know that I have an issue with nostalgia (to which my first gripe can be seen here ). It’s been written into Squelchistani psychology to a level I find bemusing to say the least, and in almost all ways I wish we would collectively bury the past into its proper place: lessons that we can absorb and utilize in the present, mostly on doing what is appropriate and/or what to avoid doing. There is one exception to this rule I will put up. That exception is Vaporwave. \-\-\ Vaporwave is a type of music that can only be described as an Internet and Nostalgia fusion genre, among other labels. It almost solely exists on the Internet these days, as much of a political statement of its purpose of existence as much as it is a necessity given the sounds it produces. And as far as I know, even these descriptions of what the overall Vaporwave genre is and what it isn’t is so hard to figure out that most people don’t want to try. Never mind the fa...