“Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders after you use the last match or gum wrappers of yesterday’s homeopape. When nobody’s around, kipple reproduces itself. For instance, if you go to bed leaving any kipplpe around your apartment, when you wake up next morning there’s twice as much of it. It always gets more and more.” —Isidore (from Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?)
“I suspect people are suckers for a prick. I suspect folks just naturally go belly-up for a snob. Folks figure if a guy acts like he’s King Tut and everybody is donkey shit, he must be an aristocrat.” —Arturo Binewski to N.S. (from Geek Love)
“The bohemians of Greenwhich Village or the hipsters of Harlem Renaissance used the speed of innovation to keep their critics a step behind. This protection, or grace, is a kind of forgiveness claimed in advance. Under its umbrella, hip becomes not sumptuary correctness—the right shoes of the right flip flop—but a state of forgiveness for being incorrect. The hipster, who is by nature out of step with the society that would judge him, lives within this grace; we admire him not for his perfection but for the blamelessness of his flaws. We should all have his or her capacity for error.” —Excerpt from Hip: The History by John Leland. I read this in my liberal arts class, the best english credit of my college education Angelheaded Hipsters: The Beat Writers with Kenneth Brandt. Redefine the dirty word hipster.