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Culture: the beliefs, traditions, religions and techne that form a society. The word culture was derived from cultivation, directly related to agriculture; farming, cultivating, growing and prospering. Fast forward to aristocratic Europe; to be cultured was to be rich and have time to pursue the arty extras.

Culture was and is whatever it is and was.

What can not be disputed (as if my last sentence is undisputable) is ‘culture’ is often used to segregate. Fast forward to modern times. My buddies and I decide to go to a hockey game. Oilers vs Flames. Great time, great people, great tradition.

As a Canadian I absolutely cannot deny that I was taking part in an event that has arguably been a part of Canadian culture since the early 1800’s when we combined the rules of Ricket, Rugby, Cricket, Grass Hockey and Hurley to invent the wonderful game of Hockey.

There are those that disagree. They would label the above as a mass or popular event so barbarous, so corporate, and so consumptive that on the scale of progression versus regression, regression comes out the victor.

This sort of idea is of course centuries old. It was made famous most recently by the Matrix movies. We are all just plugged in to the mass culture advertising machine to keep us (un)happy. All of the above is just the plain obvious rhetoric that gets repeated night after night after night at every left wing cocktail party in all the major metropolitan centers on the continent. These events are my favorite. Lets talk about mass culture so everyone knows we are conscious. God forbid we counter that culture. Better still we can tell everyone that we know everything is bullshit so they know that we know….and so it continues.

At this very moment I may appear to be segregating myself from the segregationists. Admittedly I would like to separate myself. I would like to think that the strange and mysterious thoughts that fly through my mindset are special. They are not special and neither am I. I am going through a very typical pre having kids interim before mid life crisis crisis. My crisis has been brought on by this very clear yellow brick road that is suddenly ahead of me clearer than day. As hard as I try I can’t stop my journey down the path towards the light.

I want to step out of the Matrix. I want to get off the real estate ladder and rent. I want to forget credit history and live in other lands. I want a small apartment big enough to sleep and eat. Fuck cable. I want to be cultured. I want to really understand and live in some of the various cultures around the world. I want to play not watch. I want to pick up Dante rather than SI. I want to eat enough to survive rather than live to gorge. I want out of suburbia where I am surrounded by hundreds of long lost twins. I want back into the urban jungle so I can come face to face with the demons of capitalism.

I want freedom and it is staring me in the face.
I am afraid of freedom because it is not compatible with security.