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I don't remember what art is. I don't remember what sexy looks like. My mind has been bereft of all passions and inspiration for so many months, it is hard to imagine keeping this tired path beaten down for much longer. Who decides who inherits the luxury of creativity? Do ideas fall from the sky while I shut myself away in boredom? The art that crosses my path daily is just a meager attempt to appear inspired by equally bored graphic designers and copy writers... but who would be inspired to write lengthy prose about marble countertops and nature-inspired color palettes meant specifically to suit the highest common factor?
I tire equally of artistic types and their far-fetched forays into blowing minds... when someone creates something unique but the pleas for praise can be read between every line, veiled by a glossy veneer of self-importance and dismissal. Equally frowned-upon are made-for-hire artists selling piece after piece of watered-down, palatable and affordable crap. Add to that the edgy-types that hit that nice niche market for shock value and calculate their successes by how hard it is to tear the eye away, and photographers that make everything that passes through the lens look like a high-budget fashion shoot, only with a different color or prop then the last high-budget fashion shoot they shot.
Rarely do I see a modest artist with an undeniable skill and talent, combined with the followthrough and patience to not lazily slob together a passable, sellable object (the equivalent of telling someone that they should buy your work because of the name or brand attached, the height of reprehensible vanity in my opinion), in other words... someone who painstakingly crafts. I don't want to purchase art, I don't want to create art for the sake of expressing irritating tripe.
No, I can't say I really appreciate the common artist, or the patrons. The "art community" is overflowing with mediocre, useless bohemians and literati whose primary redeeming quality is the ability to feed the starving egos of the people they revolve around. I am not interested in lining the pocketbooks of do-it-yourself celebrities who celebrate their own keenness by spending a Thursday night downtown mingling with other so-called interesting people. The fleeting fashions and those that religiously follow them, thoughtfully forming opinions of no merit... what would happen if they ceased to be?
I want art to be what it is for one reason... that to be any other way would be without grace. I want everything to be art, and for people to put art into everything they do as if there were no other way to do it at all. The airline pilot that takes pride in a smooth landing, the barista that splashes a stylish heart into the foam on top of a latte, housepainters that don't paint double hung windows shut on apartments that were thoughtfully built with mosaic tile floors and stained glass windows instead of uninsulated walls and brown, shag, cost-effective carpeting. Art, the commodity, is boring and predictable. Artisans, undervalued in this capitalist age.
How depressing.
I tire equally of artistic types and their far-fetched forays into blowing minds... when someone creates something unique but the pleas for praise can be read between every line, veiled by a glossy veneer of self-importance and dismissal. Equally frowned-upon are made-for-hire artists selling piece after piece of watered-down, palatable and affordable crap. Add to that the edgy-types that hit that nice niche market for shock value and calculate their successes by how hard it is to tear the eye away, and photographers that make everything that passes through the lens look like a high-budget fashion shoot, only with a different color or prop then the last high-budget fashion shoot they shot.
Rarely do I see a modest artist with an undeniable skill and talent, combined with the followthrough and patience to not lazily slob together a passable, sellable object (the equivalent of telling someone that they should buy your work because of the name or brand attached, the height of reprehensible vanity in my opinion), in other words... someone who painstakingly crafts. I don't want to purchase art, I don't want to create art for the sake of expressing irritating tripe.
No, I can't say I really appreciate the common artist, or the patrons. The "art community" is overflowing with mediocre, useless bohemians and literati whose primary redeeming quality is the ability to feed the starving egos of the people they revolve around. I am not interested in lining the pocketbooks of do-it-yourself celebrities who celebrate their own keenness by spending a Thursday night downtown mingling with other so-called interesting people. The fleeting fashions and those that religiously follow them, thoughtfully forming opinions of no merit... what would happen if they ceased to be?
I want art to be what it is for one reason... that to be any other way would be without grace. I want everything to be art, and for people to put art into everything they do as if there were no other way to do it at all. The airline pilot that takes pride in a smooth landing, the barista that splashes a stylish heart into the foam on top of a latte, housepainters that don't paint double hung windows shut on apartments that were thoughtfully built with mosaic tile floors and stained glass windows instead of uninsulated walls and brown, shag, cost-effective carpeting. Art, the commodity, is boring and predictable. Artisans, undervalued in this capitalist age.
How depressing.
I thought about it, and I decided that yes, I really really want an iPhone.
I wasn't so sure at first. The treo has been good to me. It just can't compete. I don't really need a smartphone, I need an iPhone. I want to look at websites like that. I want a mini apple computer to go with me everywhere, even when I can't take my wonderful laptop. Also, since my iPod was stolen (and it was a second-gen ipod anyway) its probably time I bought a new one. Of course, I can't seem to make myself invest in anything other than the top of the line.... so the widescreen video playing photo taking internet communicating ipod/cellphone it is. I think its a hell of a deal.
I wasn't so sure at first. The treo has been good to me. It just can't compete. I don't really need a smartphone, I need an iPhone. I want to look at websites like that. I want a mini apple computer to go with me everywhere, even when I can't take my wonderful laptop. Also, since my iPod was stolen (and it was a second-gen ipod anyway) its probably time I bought a new one. Of course, I can't seem to make myself invest in anything other than the top of the line.... so the widescreen video playing photo taking internet communicating ipod/cellphone it is. I think its a hell of a deal.
Hmm I wonder if I should go out tonight.
I'm busy doing laundry and packing for my big vacaaaation. I bought a crapload of new clothes today on the cheap and my life is looking pretty sweet right about now.
Its a wonder what money will do for the mood, eh?
My house was burgled right before Christmas.... They took all my
good stuff... my g5, my camera (for real this time), my cinema
display, my guitar, my ipod. That totals about 7Gs of free money for
criminals last year, right out of my pocket.
So... Guess who got a shiny new MacBook Pro?
Thats right, this girl. Amazing. Apple, I love you. This one is
never going to ever be away from me. It might get annoying after a
minute. And I'm booby-trapping the hell out of it.
My job is going well. There were a few freak-out days there when my
crappy work PC computer went to shit repeatedly, so that I got so
angry I left in the middle of the day to buy myself the laptop. I
couldn't deal.
My favorite food has been mexican food for almost a year now. I
could eat burritos and tacos every day. Does this mean anything to
anyone? Am I deprived in special nutrients only found in guacamole
and cilantro?
This year was way fun. I blame mopeds.
I am a member of the Vancouver BC Polar Bear swim club. Justin
dropped his glasses so we had to stay in extra long to root around in
the murky, freeze off your balls off crotch high ocean. I seem to
have exceptional skill for finding missing things in the outdoors.
I got a kiss at midnight. Pretty good, Portland.
Time to play poker at "Ride the Bull" maybe. I'm hungggry.
good stuff... my g5, my camera (for real this time), my cinema
display, my guitar, my ipod. That totals about 7Gs of free money for
criminals last year, right out of my pocket.
So... Guess who got a shiny new MacBook Pro?
Thats right, this girl. Amazing. Apple, I love you. This one is
never going to ever be away from me. It might get annoying after a
minute. And I'm booby-trapping the hell out of it.
My job is going well. There were a few freak-out days there when my
crappy work PC computer went to shit repeatedly, so that I got so
angry I left in the middle of the day to buy myself the laptop. I
couldn't deal.
My favorite food has been mexican food for almost a year now. I
could eat burritos and tacos every day. Does this mean anything to
anyone? Am I deprived in special nutrients only found in guacamole
and cilantro?
This year was way fun. I blame mopeds.
I am a member of the Vancouver BC Polar Bear swim club. Justin
dropped his glasses so we had to stay in extra long to root around in
the murky, freeze off your balls off crotch high ocean. I seem to
have exceptional skill for finding missing things in the outdoors.
I got a kiss at midnight. Pretty good, Portland.
Time to play poker at "Ride the Bull" maybe. I'm hungggry.
Found the camera, buried in the car. Time to get it washed and detailed. No video ipod.
I have had a long night and a long day. I'm updating from a train on my way to Seattle. I <3 my palm treo.
hey, did you see that apple is def. coming out with a phone first half of next year? Lovely. I bet it will be rad.
I have had a long night and a long day. I'm updating from a train on my way to Seattle. I <3 my palm treo.
hey, did you see that apple is def. coming out with a phone first half of next year? Lovely. I bet it will be rad.
I think I know a thief. Video iPod = disappeared. Digital SLR
Camera = disappeared. If one doesn't turn up soon I'm getting the
shotgun out and I'm going house to house until I find some peace of
mind.
Generation sex
Respects
The rights
Of girls
Who want to take their clothes off
As long as we can all watch that's okay
10-14 hr days lately. Keep on truckin'. After all, someone has to
buy things for the thieves of the world to liberate.
Camera = disappeared. If one doesn't turn up soon I'm getting the
shotgun out and I'm going house to house until I find some peace of
mind.
Generation sex
Respects
The rights
Of girls
Who want to take their clothes off
As long as we can all watch that's okay
10-14 hr days lately. Keep on truckin'. After all, someone has to
buy things for the thieves of the world to liberate.
Click on this link to see
the best thing ever that you'll never be a part of. Ha ha.
Wait, neither will I. But its the last fun project that I've done as
far as websites go, the others are all condos and other BS. I love
my job so much.
Someone I know has me taking a lot of pictures of myself lately, so I
may as well just post them here.
the best thing ever that you'll never be a part of. Ha ha.
Wait, neither will I. But its the last fun project that I've done as
far as websites go, the others are all condos and other BS. I love
my job so much.
Someone I know has me taking a lot of pictures of myself lately, so I
may as well just post them here.
