Dyer then comments: "At first there can be a friction between our expectations of time and Tarkovsky-time and this friction is increasing in the twenty-first century as we move further and further away from Tarkovsky-time towards moron-time in which nothing can last — and no one can concentrate on anything — for longer than about two seconds".
Dyer then comments: "At first there can be a friction between our expectations of time and Tarkovsky-time and this friction is increasing in the twenty-first century as we move further and further away from Tarkovsky-time towards moron-time in which nothing can last and no one can concentrate on anything for longer than about two seconds".
If one begins occasionally to become indifferent to its shambling charms, it's perhaps because we have become inured to what another great odd, unpredictable intelligencer, Geoff Dyer, in Zona (2012) – his great looping book about another great looper, Andrei Tarkovsky – calls moron-time (in which nothing can last for longer than two seconds).
A large majority of respondents weighed in with, yes, you moron, The Times should check facts and print the truth.
You've posted 26,512 comments, have told us we're morons countless times, and stuck with us through thick and thin.
Also, cough, dead are the arguments about whether things are dead: how can something that isn't or wasn't ever alive be dead, how can ______ be dead when there are 35 billion copies out there, you're a moron, and the time honored [Blocked].
I grew up in a working class neighborhood in Chicago and we used the word moron all the time.
Thinking back now, he writes, a tiny voice says, You looked like a moron, but at the time, he adds, I felt great and hardly noticed the gap between Bonds own sex-and-murder-themed foreign travels and my own mission to sell disturbingly out-of-date computer textbooks to Cameroon schools.
Except in this case, one of the twins considers the other an embarrassment, the worst Alaskan PR tragedy since Jewel started publishing poetry or as even Earl put it—"the time that moron walked into the woods to die in a bus".
This time uber-morons Harry Daniels and Lloydyd (Carrey) are on the trail of Harry's daughter, born without his knowledge two decades ago.
At a time when morons and bigots say the Holocaust never happened, or that it wasn't such a big deal if it did, the business of publicizing and exploiting the mass murder of European Jewry for political, financial or institutional gain is something we Jews would rather not discuss, except among ourselves.
