Aesthetic Materialism

I have like a bazillion things I've written, sitting on my computer, that the world has never seen.  I'm going to start uploading them here. Aesthetic Materialism I happen To prefer Everything is a matter of taste.  My preference is for fMRI scans, drivers’ instruction manuals, raw red entrails, landfills, nebulae, sandpaper, a face in the wind.... I like things to be real.  Thick, juicy.  Then again, thinness is a perfectly materialistic trait.    That’s good, too.  So is dryness, and tastelessness.  Chocolate and velocity.  Vapor is a kind of material.  Light is a kind of material.  Thought is a kind of material. Everything is material, of course. So then, how can there be a materialism, an advocacy for the material, an identity with the material?  Can one have a preference for everything? Or could we ask: what is it that makes material material?  I have an answer and a non-answer to this question....

  Where are they?  What happened to them?  The people called "libertarians"* in the USA always seemed to me to be people who had gone so far into their intellectualism that they disappeared up their own assholes.  Or, to put it nicely, they seemed "idealistic."  They seemed completely divorced from the material reality of everyday struggles of working people - instead they treated human beings as abstract, ideal concepts - vague, transparent beings without shape, color, depth, or determinate characteristics.   "Libertarianism" seemed simple-minded in the extreme.  For instance, when they said that every individual being had to be entirely individually responsible for its own welfare, it seemed to me that they had not considered blind people, or deaf people, or cancer patients undergoing chemotherapy, or quadriplegics, or the mentally ill, or all people, once they get old enough, and develop dementia and all the infirmity of old age, or pregnant pe...