Day Fourteen - How Many Joke(s)?

Michael Jackson - You Rock My World (acapella)
pressed in 2001






















R and M, two lovers, arrange to meet at a masked ball. Once there they skip into a hidden corner, embrace and fondle each other. Finally, they both pull down their masks and surprise! R finds that he is embracing the wrong woman, that she is not M, and M also finds the other person is not R but some unknown stranger.












Three men drinking at a bar. The first says, 'The worst thing happened to me this morning. I went to the travel agent's office and instead of saying 'Can I have two tickets to Pittsburgh?' I said, 'Can I have two pickets to Tittsburg?'' The second man turns to the first and exclaims, 'oh that's nothing! This morning at breakfast, instead of saying to my wife, 'Can you please pass the sugar, honey?' I said, 'You filthy bitch you ruined my life.'' The third man threw back his drink, wiped his mouth, turned to the two men and said, 'oh that's not even nothing. It happened the worst for me. For today at breakfast, instead of saying to my wife 'You filthy bitch you ruined my life,' I said, 'Can you please pass the sugar, honey?''


i don't think they're ready for this one.
dark child. i like that.

my life
will never be the same
cause girl, you came and changed
the way I walk
the way I talk

i cannot explain the things I feel for you
but girl, you know it's true
stay with me
fulfill my dreams
and I'll be all you'll need

oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels so right (Girl)
i've searched for the perfect love all my life (All my life)
oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels like I (Like I)
have finally found her perfect love is mine (See, I finally found, come on, girl)

you rocked my world, you know you did
and everything I own I give (You rocked my world)
the rarest love who'd think I'd find
someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)

you rocked my world, you know you did (Girl)
and everything I own I give (come on, girl)
the rarest love who'd think I'd find
someone like you to call mine

in time I knew that love would bring
this happiness to me
i tried to keep my sanity
i waited patiently

girl, you know it seems
my life is so complete
a love that's true because of you
keep doing what you do

oh, oh, oh, oh, who'd think that I (Oh)
have finally found the perfect love I searched for all my life (Searched for all my life)
oh, oh, oh, oh, who'd think I'd find (Whoa...oh...oh...)
such a perfect love that's awesomely so right (Sooo, girl)

you rocked my world, you know you did (Come on, come on, come on, come on)
and everything I own I give
the rarest love who'd think I'd find (Girl)
someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)

you rocked my world
and everything I own I give (Girl, girl, girl)
the rarest love who'd think I'd find
someone like you to call mine (Girl)

you rocked my world, you know you did (Oh)
and everything I own I give (You rocked my world)
the rarest love who'd think I'd find
someone like you to call mine

you rocked my world (Oh...), you know you did
and everything I own I give (To rock my world)
the rarest love who'd think I'd find
someone like you to call mine

girl, I know that this is love
i felt the magics all in the air
and girl, I'll never get enough
that's why I always have to have you here (hoo!)


In going through the fantasy we do not learn to suspend our phantasmagorical productions - on the contrary, we identify with the work of 'our' imagination even more radically, in all its inconsistency - that is to say, prior to its transformation into the phantasmic frame that guarantees our access to reality. (Be careful with the notion that feminine subjectivity finds it easier to break the hold of fantasy, to 'traverse' its fundamental fantasy, than masculine subjectivity. This would mean that women entertain towards the universe of symbolic semblances/fictions the attitude of cynical distance. "i know that the phallus, symbolic phallic power, is a mere semblance, and the only thing that counts is the Real of jouissance." This is, of course, the well-known cliche about women as subjects who can easily 'see through' the spell of symbolic fictions, ideals, values, and focus on the hard facts - sex, power, etc - that really count and which are the true desublimated support of sublime semblances]. Such a cynical distance does not amount to 'traversing or going through the fantasy,' since it implicitly reduces fantasy to the veil of illusions distorting our access to reality 'as it really is.' In contrast, one should insist that the cynical subject is the one who is least delivered from the hold of fantasy.)
- Slavoj Zizek (cut)