What we were *meant* to do!
fuzzy pink satan
second week of my "two weeks notice" period of
time at the photo place. Yeah, I _did_ just get that
job, why'dya ask?
Easily one of the scarier things I've ever done.
I finally get my foot in the door of what could easily
become a career (photography in general, not the
place itself). I get past the 1 month mark of tearing
my hair out in frustration while learning all about everything.
<grin> And, as I always knew would happen..
I was offered a position at the independent music store
down the street from my apartment. The place I've been
trying to snag a job from since 1996. The place I know more
people from than anywhere else aside from online forums.
Yep, it pays about a dollar less. Yep. I'd be "reduced" to
"goth chick with cleavage at the music store".
But can you really put a price on truly loving your job, *really*
getting along with the people you work with, and the ability
to maintain your creative bent after you get home?
(and can we say "employee fucking discount"?! hooray for
marionettes and apop cds delivered in 2 days!)
When I was unemployed, I was intensely creative.
This all ended when I began working full time again last fall. The
job sapped my strength, my imagination, my fucking will to
live. By the time I unwound from work, it was time to go to bed
so I could get up and do it all over again. Death.
So, y'know, I had my pie-in-da-sky dreams of striking it rich
someday, living in a big city in a spiffy-o apartment, having
a maid to clean up after my slobby self, yada yada yada...
Fuck it!
I would rather be living from paycheck to paycheck, happily,
than have a fat bank account, plodding through my life with
lead feet ("Damn artists," she muttered).
Yeah. I think I'm going to try even harder to do what brings
me happiness.. even if it means that I'm just a goth chick at
the music store. ;)
So anyway, I was coming home from the photography job
today, sitting on the bus stop, feeling my skin sear and fry
from the heat (arrgh), and I realized that I was pretty much
designed to be a private detective. Or even better.
A seekrit gubmint agent.
God knows I'm more paranoid than anyone else I've ever
run across, I can find out allllll about a person in an hour or
less, I'm sneakier than my shoes, and, unfortunately, I have
a silver tongue that can lie as easily as a canary can sing.
The facets of my personality are nearly.. well.. at
times I seriously wonder if I have MPD. :p And as *everyone*
knows, all seekrit gubmint agents wear black. ;)
Sad to say, tho', I'm never going to be a sekrit agent.
So what were you meant to be? Why?
Carrie, listening to The Beatles, and perfectly aware of how
air-headed she is today, thankyouverymuch!
http://ossuary.net/~skerrella/ Charm. Pure fucking charm.
"By the way, is the Burger King Satan, the great deciever?
And what, exactly, are his ties to the nefarious skerry anyways?"
Marshdrifter
<39b05a8c$0$56654$3929...@news.execpc.com>...
>And as *everyone*
>knows, all seekrit gubmint agents wear black. ;)
At least the cool ones do.
>Sad to say, tho', I'm never going to be a sekrit agent.
Aw, don't give up hope. There's still time.
>So what were you meant to be? Why?
I'm still trying to figure that one out.
Skillwise, I think I may be meant to man the
reference desk at a library. I can't remember
details for shit, but I can remember where to
find things in a heartbeat (oh yeah, the year
that happened? I don't remember, but it's on
page 132 of a book I read 6 years ago-- weird).
Of course, there are a lot of jobs I'd like to do.
I may have to start picking some of those up.
I just realized that as much as I enjoy archaeology,
I'm actually lossfully employed. That's a bad
situation. Of course, working at a CD shop
or book store would only make matters worse.
Stephen
http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshdrifter
The worst part of being single is
trying to get through the produce
before it spoils.
Paul Kelly
> <snyppe> Sad to say, tho', I'm never going to be a sekrit agent.
>
> So what were you meant to be? Why?
In my heart: a musician. I'm a second-rate poet and a third-rate actor,
but I'm lousy at reality.
In my head: a designer. Because I like to draw really cool things for
other people.
In my experience: broke. Because over the four months, it's taken me 15
applications to get 1 interview, and unless the ratio is drastically
different, I've got another 14 interviews to go before I get a job...
Paul
(Will work for Faberge eggs)
--
"One of my coworkers at the dairy told me a joke at lunch today that
was so hilarious it made cottage cheese shoot out my nose."
"Ewww... that's gross."
"Yes it is, Karen. More disturbingly, though... I wasn't eating cottage
cheese at the time."
jealousy
fuzzy pink satan <sker...@ossuary.net> wrote in article
<39b05a8c$0$56654$3929...@news.execpc.com>...
> Y'all don't know this,
Funny.
All this time, I never figured you for a "ya'll" type person.]
> I would rather be living from paycheck to paycheck, happily,
> than have a fat bank account, plodding through my life with
> lead feet ("Damn artists," she muttered).
Maybe.
Maybe not.
But the thing is, it's not yes/no situation.
You can be poor and happy. Rch and miserable. Or rich and happy. Or poor
and miserable. I know which of the four I'd rather be..
> So what were you meant to be? Why?
What was I meant to be?
Heh. What I'm going to be.
Unfortuenatly, there is not much call for fighters, these days.
Of any stripe.
Why?
Oh god. Who knows....
Head filled with to many stories as a kid, probably.
--
Jealousy
-------------
"The sum total of human intelligence is a constant. The population of the
planet
is increasing exponentially. Go figure". -- Q. Z. Diablo
mykal d'archangel
<sker...@ossuary.net> put forth:
>Y'all don't know this, but I'm working through the
>second week of my "two weeks notice" period of
>time at the photo place. Yeah, I _did_ just get that
>job, why'dya ask?
I was gonna say....
>I was offered a position at the independent music store
>down the street from my apartment. The place I've been
>(and can we say "employee fucking discount"?! hooray for
>marionettes and apop cds delivered in 2 days!)
Oooohhh - be careful - you'll find most of your money just going back
into the store. I had a second job at the local indie store once - my
check may have well have been signed over whenthe owner wrote it out.
But definitely it's worth it. I was ready to ask for more hours, even
though it paid less when the owner found Jesus and decided to close
the store!
But all of the ninnies, white trash, used CD scam artists and shop
lifters couldn't take away what the store gave me. *status*! It was
almost like being in a band to work at the record store. :)
>So anyway, I was coming home from the photography job
>today, sitting on the bus stop, feeling my skin sear and fry
>from the heat (arrgh), and I realized that I was pretty much
>designed to be a private detective. Or even better.
>
>A seekrit gubmint agent.
Uuuummmm....
>So what were you meant to be? Why?
I was meant to be skinnier. I was meant to be neater. I was meant to
be more focused and caring.
Bah - sorry - emotional life pooh getting in the way of an answer.
I was prolly meant to be the assistant manager at an indie record
store.
zentariana
>But can you really put a price on truly loving your job, *really*
>getting along with the people you work with, and the ability
>to maintain your creative bent after you get home?
y'know.
you could.
you can put a price on anything.
but when you look around and see all the miserable people.. who the
fuck cares about the price? if you can handle that and would be happy,
definately do it and love it and be happy.
>(and can we say "employee fucking discount"?! hooray for
>marionettes and apop cds delivered in 2 days!)
be careful :)
>Yeah. I think I'm going to try even harder to do what brings
>me happiness.. even if it means that I'm just a goth chick at
>the music store. ;)
but the perky happy fufilled one who won't quit kissing the counter
and jumping up and down... which really would attract customers if
you've got good cleavage.
>So anyway, I was coming home from the photography job
>today, sitting on the bus stop, feeling my skin sear and fry
>from the heat (arrgh), and I realized that I was pretty much
>designed to be a private detective. Or even better.
psha. i'm freezing my nose, toes and fingers off over here. send some
heat up this way? becky's perma-cold.
>So what were you meant to be? Why?
y'know, i've given that a lot of thought for years.
i'm meant to study people. their reactions.
i've done it all my life. i do things and then watch for a reaction.
i'm meant to teach people. but no in a classroom setting, i suck at
that. as in you sit down and talk until both of you walk away saying
"damn, that was awesome" and you think about what you learned for a
long time.
i'm meant to learn every day by everyting and everyone because that's
what i've trained myself to do.
and add those things with my number one subject: sex.
i'm going to be a sexologist. it's the one thing i'm passionate about
and i don't mean as in it gets me damp and wanting.
it's the one thing i can't get enough of.. i want to know everything
about it.. the chemicals, the stages.. the types.. i want to study
people and see their reactions and see why the fuck we're like we are.
i want to teach people and let them teach me.. and change our stupid
sex ed program so that kids can learn how to stop having babies...
...
ahem.
so yes. that's what i was meant to do. i could go on listing. i want
to start a clinic, write books, teach classes - small ones.. i want to
do everything.
so i suppose that's how you know you've found what you should do.
right?
-becky-
-------- -------- --------
"you learned that lesson very wrong!"
~mom~
"In any case, I'm gonna lick your soul till you cum in my head"
~alain~
NOTBxpat
>psha. i'm freezing my nose, toes and fingers off over here. send some
>heat up this way? becky's perma-cold.
>
<sends you some S. FL sun!!!!>
>i want to teach people and let them teach me.. and change our stupid
>sex ed program so that kids can learn how to stop having babies...
In our sex ed programs(that they give you ever friggin year from 5th-9th
grade!!... I was beginning to think that I could teach the class in 9th
grade...) they teach you allllllll about birth control. And I had a child
developing class 9th grade also... How to take care of a baby and how to not
have babies all in one year... <sigh> Isn't that wonderful?
Candle Graveyard
~Never drop your pants in a bathroom with a pager in your pocket.....~
*I haven't been reading the newsgroups as much as I'd like. If you respond to
me and its a must for me to read.. e-mail me damnit*
zentariana
(NOTBxpat) shared with us all:
><sends you some S. FL sun!!!!>
thanks!! my hands are solid ice, methinks.
>In our sex ed programs(that they give you ever friggin year from 5th-9th
>grade!!... I was beginning to think that I could teach the class in 9th
>grade...) they teach you allllllll about birth control. And I had a child
>developing class 9th grade also... How to take care of a baby and how to not
>have babies all in one year... <sigh> Isn't that wonderful?
yeah..
i mean stuff other than that.
me and jealousy once had a talk.. and he said that school should first
teach people how to live.
i want that idea in sex ed class. teach people to talk. show them
other things to do.. don't just teach reproduction ed. there are
people who aren't straight who need to learn things, too.
give some relationship building tips.
i dont' know about anyone else.. but i went through sex ed, i read
books on my own.. but when i got out there, i was really lost. those
things look a lot different in 3-d and not in black and white and what
do you do with it? and i never had a clue about relationships.. all i
knew was that if you were friends, you were friends.. in a
relationship.. you used condoms, right?
i want to teach stuff like that.
fuzzy pink satan
d'archangel) fpevooyrq onpxjneqf sbe fngna:
:Oooohhh - be careful - you'll find most of your money just going back
:into the store. I had a second job at the local indie store once - my
:check may have well have been signed over whenthe owner wrote it out.
I already spent about 80% of my paychecks there anyway. :)
:But all of the ninnies, white trash, used CD scam artists and shop
: lifters couldn't take away what the store gave me. *status*! It was
:almost like being in a band to work at the record store. :)
Oh.
Wow.
I never even thought of that.
:o
Maybe guys (CUTE ones even) will... _hit_ on me?
:I was prolly meant to be the assistant manager at an indie record
:store.
Sorry. That position is already occupied by a short, fat, bald
man that makes funny (yet dirty!) jokes with me all the time.
Carrie (who saw an evil chemist tonight)
phat mike
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>i've done it all my life. i do things and then watch for a reaction.
>i'm meant to teach people. but no in a classroom setting, i suck at
>that. as in you sit down and talk until both of you walk away saying
>"damn, that was awesome" and you think about what you learned for a
>long time.
hey, looks like you'd make a good preist.
>and add those things with my number one subject: sex.
uhhh.. nevermind.
heh
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Greylock: Spookyfynder General and Hammer of the Infidel
>Maybe guys (CUTE ones even) will... _hit_ on me?
You'd probably just hit them back. :)
If I were you, I'd have stuck on the career path offered by the photo
place, because the record shop will give you no long-term skills which you
don't already possess, and shiny, shiny CDs ultimately lose their appeal.
Then again, I'm not you, and I'm particularly cautious.
luck, anyway.
---
H*ydn
When you think your toys have gone berserk,
it's an illusion you cannot shirk
Tigress
zentariana <zenta...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:39b1a2e6...@News.CIS.DFN.DE...
> i dont' know about anyone else.. but i went through sex ed, i read
> books on my own.. but when i got out there, i was really lost. those
> things look a lot different in 3-d and not in black and white and what
> do you do with it? and i never had a clue about relationships.. all i
> knew was that if you were friends, you were friends.. in a
> relationship.. you used condoms, right?
I learned the workings of reproduction when I was 7 or 8, but I never really
*knew* about sex until I got curious and sought out p0rn. That's where I got
the "real" education.
Which just begs the old adage: Everything I learned in life...
--
Katherine Dunn, kinky
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Lisa: DreaManiChicKuriouStarfire
<snip>
>So what were you meant to be? Why?
I was meant to be a roleplayer. It's much easier on my ADD side than
trying to write for a living, and much less emotionally draining than
psychology, and I can angst properly, dramatically, without looking
completely silly for it, or minding if I do look silly, at that. The
perfect mixture of creative spark, culture theft, analysis and
interaction.
Unfortunately, nobody wants to pay me for it.
*sigh* Philistines . . .
--Lisa
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pixie
^*^Yep, it pays about a dollar less. Yep. I'd be "reduced" to
^*^"goth chick with cleavage at the music store".
^*^
^*^But can you really put a price on truly loving your job, *really*
^*^getting along with the people you work with, and the ability
^*^to maintain your creative bent after you get home?
Good luck. I lost that drive to be an "artist" when I started my last
job and started to get paid to write ad copy. To me, that was good
enough, fulfilling enough, and paid the bills a hell of a lot better
than working in a sock store and writing at night when I was too tired
or pissed off from all the forced interaction with idiots all day.
It's a compromise for me, between being poor and "artistic" and being
able to live in a way I like and not being an artist. I lost friends
over this, friends who think I am a "sellout" but the way I see it is
I am much happier, and if my friends can't understand that, well, that
is their problem, not mine. I never promised I would struggle forever,
certainly not after I got out of college.
And I am happy with what I do at the end of the day.
Which is your point exactly. You have to love what you do. I lucked
out because I found a distant cousin of what I really love (comic and
fiction writing) and it turned out I was good at it.
^*^So what were you meant to be? Why?
Ah. I was meant to be a pro wrestler, but I don't "have" it. I don't
have the ability to go on the road for 4/7 days of the week, living
hotel room to hotel room. I don't have the ability to work wrestling
matches, either. *grin* I'm not so great at pulling punches and would
probably be pretty dangerous, plus, I bruise really easily and have a
weak ankle from a basketball injury when I was 11 or 12. But I would
still love to be in that business... even if I were just a valet in a
small indie fed. Even if I just had a chance at it. And then I
realize one thing: those rings are HARD. ^_^
I was also meant to be a singer in a punk band, but that never
happened because I always hung out WITH bands, and never people who
wanted to start a band. I love singing, and could only do a punky
thing, since I'm not all that good of a singer (but I have spunk!) I
can kind of play guitar, I should have stuck with it more.
Ah, but you know what? Both of those things are pie in the sky. They
give me something to dream about at night. Fuel for what I write.
Things like that.
Deep down, I know I'll always be the weird writer chick who everyone
leaves in the dark corner with headphones on to do what I do because I
am damn good at it.
pixie
"Join me or die! Can you do any less?"
-- Mr. Sparkle!
Trystan L. Bass
> I finally get my foot in the door of what could easily
> become a career (photography in general, not the
> place itself). I get past the 1 month mark of tearing
> my hair out in frustration while learning all about everything.
Not to sound old & too-practical, but if photography could be a long-term
career, why not follow it, but in a more focused way? (pun not intended)
If yr working at a photo shop, I assume that means yr spending time
w/developer & stocking the shelves, when you'd really want to be learning
about taking artsy pictures.
If that's the case, you could try to apprentice yrself to a pro
photographer. S'one who shoots portraits or weddings or better yet a
photojournalist. These ppl often need assistants to hold stuff, load film,
etc., & that would be a hands-on way to learn how to take great photos &
learn how to make a living at it. Not to mention that some artsy
photographers do wedding photos for their bread & butter, & s'times
combine the artsy stuff w/their paid work (the photographer who did my
wedding this yr was incredibly artistic & makes a nice living too). It
could be a much more concrete way to get yr foot in the door than by
working at a photo shop. Just an idea ;->
> I was offered a position at the independent music store
> down the street from my apartment. The place I've been
> trying to snag a job from since 1996. The place I know more
> people from than anywhere else aside from online forums.
>
> Yep, it pays about a dollar less. Yep. I'd be "reduced" to
> "goth chick with cleavage at the music store".
As s'one else pointed out, there's not much of a career path in retail
sales. The best you could get would be manager of a store. Store managers
get bogged down w/orders & accounting & HR & other boring shit. Not much
chance for real artistic expression long-term.
> But can you really put a price on truly loving your job, *really*
> getting along with the people you work with, and the ability
> to maintain your creative bent after you get home?
That *is* very worthwhile. But personally, I'm aiming even higher -- a job
that allows creativity *during* the job. I've spent the last ten yrs.
working at nice enough companies w/ppl I really like, but slaving over
stuff I have no real creative input into.
My current job has just changed w/in the company, & I will be doing more
of the editorial work I really enjoy. It's a step up from just building
websites, but it's still not my ultimate goal -- create fabulous editorial
content about subjects I truly adore. I want to be writing about home
decor & fashion & lifestyle choices, as opposed to massaging other ppl's
writing about hip-hop & electronica.
> So what were you meant to be? Why?
Heh, 31 yrs into this life & I still don't really know what I want to be
when/if I grow up. I've always known that writing makes me happy, & that
writing about things I love would make me truly satisfied. Still working
on that one.
But what I think I was *meant* to be was a full-time graduate student,
specializing in obscure 19th century literature. I tried that for a time
& it was prob. the happiest I've ever been. Pity you can't make a living
at it (well ok, you technically can, but at some point you gotta pay back
all those loans!).
--T.
Trystan L. Bass @->--- www.toreadors.com
a.g.f.faq.chick gothic martha stewart
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http://members.ebay.com/aboutme/toreadorbat/
Sola
> So what were you meant to be? Why?
I'm not sure, but it wasn't human.
dreams of the City,
Sola
sewn into an ill-fitting suit
and making the best of it.
--
Cassidy: " Did yeh ever try jumpin' off a roof an' turnin' into a
bat? Or ridin' moonbeams as a cloud of dust?
Eccarius: "I tried the bat thing once. Broke both my fucking legs."
--_Preacher_
zentariana
shared with us all:
>I learned the workings of reproduction when I was 7 or 8, but I never really
>*knew* about sex until I got curious and sought out p0rn. That's where I got
>the "real" education.
exactly.
i -knew- all the stuff.. it'd been drilled into my head, but i didn't
know anything important.
i wasn't having sex and that was all i'd been taught about.
>Which just begs the old adage: Everything I learned in life...
... isn't enough! it's never enough! :)
zentariana
phatmikeCLE...@apathy.ne.mediaone.net (phat mike) shared with
us all:
>hey, looks like you'd make a good preist.
if only i could be religious in that manner...
>>and add those things with my number one subject: sex.
>
>uhhh.. nevermind.
>
>heh
mmhm ;)
fuzzy pink satan
L. Bass) fpevooyrq onpxjneqf sbe fngna:
:Not to sound old & too-practical, but if photography could be a long-term
:career, why not follow it, but in a more focused way? (pun not intended)
Because it's "nice and all, but" I don't particularly love it.
:If yr working at a photo shop, I assume that means yr spending time
:w/developer & stocking the shelves, when you'd really want to be learning
:about taking artsy pictures.
Nooo.
I like the chemicals and machines. >:9
Carrie
fuzzy pink satan
(Greylock: Spookyfynder General and Hammer of the Infidel) fpevooyrq
onpxjneqf sbe fngna:
:If I were you, I'd have stuck on the career path offered by the photo
:place, because the record shop will give you no long-term skills which you
:don't already possess, and shiny, shiny CDs ultimately lose their appeal.
:
:Then again, I'm not you, and I'm particularly cautious.
Dear H*ydn,
Please stop channelling the spirit of my late Grandfather.
:luck, anyway.
The power of Christ compels you!
The power of Christ compels you!
Carrie (wasn't particularly seeking advice, but ta anyhoo)
Kris
I was meant to be taller.
Okay, so I wasn't.
But I can dream!
~Kris.. having fun at her current job, doesn't want to make a whole career out
of it though.
"That's it!@# It's Flight of the Trousersnake!" ~ Me to Rick, about our new
form of music.
kest
leik...@aol.coma (Kris) wrote:
> I was meant to be taller.
>
Gah. Me too. Just another two inches! I was supposed to have them!
k
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kest
sker...@ossuary.net wrote:
> A seekrit gubmint agent.
> So what were you meant to be? Why?
>
I don't know. I haven't figured that out yet. If I ever do, I'll be a
happy camper, but if I don't, that's ok too. The universe, though, for
some reason, seems to want me to be a lighting designer. I worked in
theatres in high school and college just for the fun of it, and doing
lights always made me feel like god. (hmmm, maybe I was meant to be
god...)
And then I'm sitting at c6 going, I could do lights in a club. I have
the experience for that. It would be kinda cool. And when I moved the
job I have now just threw itself in my lap. I mean, I wasn't even
looking for it. They don't play the kind of music I like (its
houseyjungleytechnoy crap) and my boss is a freak of nature and when I
get a full time job ('cause I still need one to live around here) the
schedule's going to kill me, and oh yeah, I'm commuting an hour each way
and dealing with the _nightmare_ of finding parking in San Francisco,
but I'm doing it anyway. I don't understand myself sometimes.
babbling,
Kris
> leik...@aol.coma (Kris) wrote:
>
>> I was meant to be taller.
>>
>
>Gah. Me too. Just another two inches! I was supposed to have them!
Amen to that.
My brother told me the night before last, that there were height restrictions
for life. I told him quite clearly to go fuck himself in the middle of dennys
with my folks, and smacked him in the head.
Really. I'm not at all sensitive about my height :P
My doctor refuses to lie to me about it too! *pout* I mean all I wanna hear is
"yup, you finally made five foot one." It's a quarter of an inch. Lie to me.
I don't care if you're not telling the truth, it's the principle of the thing!
:)
People have momentous occasions in life.. mine go like this... "When I was ten,
I could finally reach the iceblocks in the back of the freezer all by myself."
~Kris .. Busted her ankle a few days ago again too, so is currently limited to
flat boots, and no shoes. What a choice. :)
Brazen Angel
<sker...@ossuary.net> wrote:
<snip stuff covered in another forum but still giving more yays to
carrie>
>So what were you meant to be? Why?
I have never been able to figure this out. And it's not for lack of
trying. Now, at the rather advanced age of 27, I'm no closer to
knowing how to be what I'm supposed to be because I can't even
identify it. I love books and computers but hate school. I like
music and other arts but can't sing/create/write. I'm far too naive
and trusting of people but I don't like the sons (& daughters) of
bitches. I'm also terribly envious of those who have had a clear
calling since the were born.
I'm too damn smart to be this damn loserish.
- Brazen
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I play by the rules - that I make up."
http://heartless.org
magdalen
> So what were you meant to be? Why?
I'm going to have to agree with the sekrit gubmint agent thing,
actually. I've always believed a life like that would be a grand life,
indeed. I thought about going back to school for criminal psychology,
so I could work in the Behavioural Sciences department and I'm
/very/ adept at swindling my way into picking people's brains.
That and I look damn fabulous in a suit, too. ;)
~magdalene
...we never had this conversation...
--
"and everything you say is like sugar..."
http://www.manifest-angel.com/magdalene
exile
}On Fri, 01 Sep 2000 20:46:18 -0500, fuzzy pink satan
}<sker...@ossuary.net> wrote:
}Good luck. I lost that drive to be an "artist" when I started my last
}job and started to get paid to write ad copy. To me, that was good
}enough, fulfilling enough, and paid the bills a hell of a lot better
}than working in a sock store and writing at night when I was too tired
}or pissed off from all the forced interaction with idiots all day.
}It's a compromise for me, between being poor and "artistic" and being
}able to live in a way I like and not being an artist. I lost friends
That's really sad... We'll just have to assume that you never had it in you
to do art in the first place.
}over this, friends who think I am a "sellout" but the way I see it is
}I am much happier, and if my friends can't understand that, well, that
}is their problem, not mine. I never promised I would struggle forever,
}certainly not after I got out of college.
}
}And I am happy with what I do at the end of the day.
That's really sad as well.
}Deep down, I know I'll always be the weird writer chick who everyone
}leaves in the dark corner with headphones on to do what I do because I
}am damn good at it.
You've already achieved your dream. I wouldn't even bother reminiscing.
Panurge
>So what were you meant to be?
A musician. Problem is, very few people want to pay me to make the music
that comes to me. Heck, I can't even raise the band that would make the
music--well, not The Band Of My Vision. (NB: Visions can be terrible
things if you don't think you can realize them. Your frustration will eat
you up. Just do what you can.)
>Why?
Because the muse said so.
It took me too long to realize I might've become a haircutter and/or a
clothing designer, because I get ideas there, too. OTOH, I don't get
enough ideas to keep a career in those fields going.
And because I'm so worried about Where Our Society Is Going and How We
Should Relate To Each Other, maybe I was meant to be a social critic
and/or philosopher.
But I always thought I was meant to be a musician. Part of me thinks I
was meant to be a virtuoso pianist, but I'm too lazy to put in all those
hours. (Besides, what really attracted me was composing.)
--
The old is dying and the new cannot be born. In the interregnum, a
variety of strange and morbid symptoms appears. --Antonio Gramsci
David Gerard
:(and can we say "employee fucking discount"?! hooray for
:marionettes and apop cds delivered in 2 days!)
Oh, by the way: get yourself some truly obscure taste in music. Then order
the obscurest of the obscure for the shop. Then put it out in the racks.
Then shift it to 'new reduced' when no fucker wants it for six months. Then
buy it yourself. THAT'S why you work in an indie rekerd shop!
--
http://xenu.netizen.com.au/ http://www.caube.org.au/
"well, darling, when a man and a woman love each other very much.. they get
drunk together quite often and fuck like crazed bunnies. sometimes they make
mistakes and boom! you get a baby." (zentaria)
pixie
I answered this via email, but for all...
^*^ That's really sad... We'll just have to assume that you never had it in you
^*^to do art in the first place.
Professionally? Probably. Though I still write comics and fiction and
would like to do so. But I found something unexpected that makes me
just as happy, if not happier, because I can afford to live and still
write and not struggle. Hey, that's not sad.
^*^}over this, friends who think I am a "sellout" but the way I see it is
^*^}I am much happier, and if my friends can't understand that, well, that
^*^}is their problem, not mine. I never promised I would struggle forever,
^*^}certainly not after I got out of college.
^*^}
^*^}And I am happy with what I do at the end of the day.
^*^
^*^ That's really sad as well.
That I lost friends because they couldn't accept me not following a
path they thought I would? Yup, that is sad.
^*^}Deep down, I know I'll always be the weird writer chick who everyone
^*^}leaves in the dark corner with headphones on to do what I do because I
^*^}am damn good at it.
^*^
^*^ You've already achieved your dream. I wouldn't even bother reminiscing.
That's not reminiscing, that's what I do now. At my present company.
I sit and listen to music and write however, whatever I want and no
one minds because my copy is good. This is happiness for me. So, any
friends I lost who couldn't accept this weren't such good friends in
the first place - in some cases, I do much more creative work in the
course of the day than they do, so...
Paul Kelly
> In article <20000902154731...@ng-fg1.aol.com>,
> leik...@aol.coma (Kris) wrote:
>
> > I was meant to be taller.
> >
>
> Gah. Me too. Just another two inches! I was supposed to have them!
Now if I could take them lengthwise...
Paul
(Goodbye, tone! There you go, right down through the floor!)
--
"One of my coworkers at the dairy told me a joke at lunch today that was
so hilarious it made cottage cheese shoot out my nose."
"Ewww... that's gross."
"Yes it is, Karen. More disturbingly, though... I wasn't eating cottage
cheese at the time."
exile
}once upon a time exile wrote:
}> pixie <ei...@mindspring.com> wrote:
}> }On Fri, 01 Sep 2000 20:46:18 -0500, fuzzy pink satan
}> }<sker...@ossuary.net> wrote:
}>
}> }Good luck. I lost that drive to be an "artist" when I started my last
}> }job and started to get paid to write ad copy. To me, that was good
}> }enough, fulfilling enough, and paid the bills a hell of a lot better
}> }than working in a sock store and writing at night when I was too tired
}> }or pissed off from all the forced interaction with idiots all day.
}> }It's a compromise for me, between being poor and "artistic" and being
}> }able to live in a way I like and not being an artist. I lost friends
}>
}> That's really sad... We'll just have to assume that you never had it in you
}> to do art in the first place.
}
Why not? She seems to have come to that conclusion.
}Some people can create incredible things easily; for some, the creative
}process is a fight. When you're struggling to make ends meet and you
}happen to be in the second group of people, it's a soul-sucking decision
}to make.
}I thrive on stress, so I can do goddamtechnicalsupport all day then come
}home and make bizarre clothing on the machine and serger all night. I
}don't finish projects as fast as I used to, but on the other hand I can
}actually afford the fabrics and materials I've been lusting after for a
}long time. It's a compromise that both fulfills my needs as a creative
}person and my need to eat.
Did you not read the quoted paragraph?
}> }over this, friends who think I am a "sellout" but the way I see it is
}> }I am much happier, and if my friends can't understand that, well, that
}> }is their problem, not mine. I never promised I would struggle forever,
}> }certainly not after I got out of college.
}> }
}> }And I am happy with what I do at the end of the day.
}>
}> That's really sad as well.
}
}Who are you to judge her happiness?
I'm the person saddened by it apparently...
Seo
news:39B25BE3...@isd.net...
>
>
> once upon a time exile wrote:
> >
> > That's really sad... We'll just have to assume that you never had it in
you
> > to do art in the first place.
>
Why not? Is it so horrible to bluntly tell some one that were not cut out to
do art? Not everything can be sugar coated in this world.
> Some people can create incredible things easily; for some, the creative
> process is a fight. When you're struggling to make ends meet and you
> happen to be in the second group of people, it's a soul-sucking decision
> to make.
That's some people as you cited. I suppose she wasn't one of those people
who have the skill and talent needed to survive with art. It takes a will
most people do not have, some people do -not- have it in them as Exile
stated, you have reaffirmed what he said.
<snip>
> I know a person who tried to do the same thing with his painting, and he
> had to give up for his sanity's sake.
Maybe he wasn't cut out for it/ never had it in him to do art in the first
place, or maybe he was in that 'second group of people' who struggle with
art, the people who do not have the near psychotic tenacity to stick in with
their craft and succeed.
<snip>
> > }
> > }And I am happy with what I do at the end of the day.
> >
> > That's really sad as well.
>
> Who are you to judge her happiness?
>
>
> Molly
Who are you to be judging him? Some high and mighty form of enlightened
human? The referee of what is right to say? You both have opinions on what
Pixie said, but you seem to be the one making the heavy judgements in this
situation. Exile found things 'sad' while you got rather testy and
overzealous.
I admire your passion but just don't inflict it on others.
--
Seo
Goddess of the Slightly Dazed
------------------
We're truly evil, if not frankly repugnant! Glory to us ;D heh
-Alain
jealousy
Seo <mae...@mindspring.com> wrote in article
<8oua06$rd5$1...@slb0.atl.mindspring.net>...
> Why not? Is it so horrible to bluntly tell some one that were not cut out
to
> do art? Not everything can be sugar coated in this world.
Escpecially not you, right Ms. Thing?
Naw...big badass Reality Girl finds it far to beneath her to be tactful,
have any empathy, or just mind her own goddamn mouth when she knows sweet
fuck all about the particulars of a situation. Got to be "blunt" (bitchy)
got to be direct (insulting). Take your pride in "not sugar coating things"
(Being a cunt to someone so I can elevate my own pathetic lack of capacity
to make somethign of myself out side of tearing some one else up.)
You're the same kind of chit that does those "reality check" pages, and
then says you're doing some one a favor, aren't you?
> That's some people as you cited. I suppose she wasn't one of those people
> who have the skill and talent needed to survive with art.
So.
What do _you_ do for a living?
List the last ten peices you were payed for.
Had published, displayed, or sold.
List two bills you meet, with the profits of your art? (and no, your self
worth doesn't count. THAT's obviously an over extended line of credit.)
In fact, qualify your right to judge someone else's decisions about
pursuing art as a career, in any way shape or fucking form?
> It takes a will
> most people do not have, some people do -not- have it in them as Exile
> stated, you have reaffirmed what he said.
Selective hearing's an amazing thing.
She talked about degree's of capacity.
You're narrow head only holds room for "Suck/Don't Suck"
Guess in your world, thats all it comes down to.
> Maybe he wasn't cut out for it/ never had it in him to do art in the
first
> place, or maybe he was in that 'second group of people' who struggle with
> art, the people who do not have the near psychotic tenacity to stick in
with
> their craft and succeed.
Maybe.
But either way I bet he was worth a damn sight more as artist, than a
pissant "critic" like you.
> Who are you to be judging him?
Ah, the call of reletavist's everywhere.
"I know you are, but what am I."
> Some high and mighty form of enlightened
> human? The referee of what is right to say? You both have opinions on
what
> Pixie said, but you seem to be the one making the heavy judgements in
this
> situation.
She had principles.
Something you are gracefully sailing through life without.
> I admire your passion but just don't inflict it on others.
lord know we don't want anyone getting passionate, when they can just be
sarky,snippy, little snipes at people when they are down, right "goddess?"
--
Jealousy
-------------
"The sum total of human intelligence is a constant. The population of the
planet
is increasing exponentially. Go figure". -- Q. Z. Diablo
delila...@my-deja.com
> second week of my "two weeks notice" period of
> time at the photo place. Yeah, I _did_ just get that
> job, why'dya ask?
>
> Easily one of the scarier things I've ever done.
>
Sometimes, when you get what you want, you find out that it isn't. Go
with the music store job. You may find that *it* makes you tired, too,
but at least you won't come home smelling like stop-bath. (Actually,
it's been years since I've been in photo class, so I have no idea how
that stuff goes anymore).
>
> So what were you meant to be? Why?
>
I figured out what I was meant to be once, but unfortunately I got
married so I can't be the kept woman of an extremely rich computer
mogul. So, instead, I have decided to ditch the teacher idea and
become a therapist.
> Carrie, listening to The Beatles, and perfectly aware of how
> air-headed she is today, thankyouverymuch!
>
> http://ossuary.net/~skerrella/ Charm. Pure fucking charm.
>
> "By the way, is the Burger King Satan, the great deciever?
> And what, exactly, are his ties to the nefarious skerry anyways?"
>
Delilah
delila...@my-deja.com
candleg...@aol.comDrpmeplz (NOTBxpat) wrote:
> Becky wrote:
>
> >psha. i'm freezing my nose, toes and fingers off over here. send some
> >heat up this way? becky's perma-cold.
> >
>
> <sends you some S. FL sun!!!!>
>
> >i want to teach people and let them teach me.. and change our stupid
> >sex ed program so that kids can learn how to stop having babies...
>
> In our sex ed programs(that they give you ever friggin year from 5th-
9th
> grade!!... I was beginning to think that I could teach the class in
9th
> grade...) they teach you allllllll about birth control. And I had a
child
> developing class 9th grade also... How to take care of a baby and how
to not
> have babies all in one year... <sigh> Isn't that wonderful?
>
> Candle Graveyard
> ~Never drop your pants in a bathroom with a pager in your pocket.....~
>
Exactly. It isn't that teenagers, and post-high school young adults,
don't know how to keep from having babies. It's that they have them
for the wrong reasons and don't know how to care for them once their
born. At my new job, I see young mothers bringing in their 3-year olds
because they "won't do what I tell him. He must be hyperactive, or
have a disorder, or something". (That's nearly a direct quote, too).
The real problem is the cycle of neglect and punishment that many
children are subjected to these days.
Delilah
> *I haven't been reading the newsgroups as much as I'd like. If you
respond to
> me and its a must for me to read.. e-mail me damnit*
fuzzy pink satan
d'archangel) fpevooyrq onpxjneqf sbe fngna:
:Hell yeah. Dead serious. I would get stopped on the street... "You
:work at One music, don't you?" ... Why yes.. yes I do work at One
:Music.
*rubbing hands together*
I really quite like it there so far. Everybody has been
*super*keen (even the wimmins.. actually, them most of
all. Yes, I'm surprised too. Chicks & I usually do NOT get
along), and although I'm already pretty much comfy, I can
tell that they need to get used to me (blah!), but in a month
or two I should be in employee bliss.
A guy that's worked there for about 4 years (and has been
on a pedestal I erected about that long ago) has turned out
to be theeeeeee biggest dork, so while it's slightly disappointing,
he fell gracefully (and the stories nearly had me rolling on the
floor). I forsee him being like a nerdy brother that I am very
fond of. :)
In celebration, I had this done on Saturday. Been wantin'
one of these for a long time, but never had a job that would
allow it: http://ossuary.net/~skerrella/pictures/madonna.jpg
Three days of work at OtherJob left.. OtherBoss is probably
going to keel over in fright.
Him: "TAKE IT OUT!"
Me: "NO!"
Him: "TAKE IT OOOUUUTTTTT!!!!!!!"
Me: "NnnnnnnooOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
Him: *keel*
Me: *sigh*
Ah, well. :P
:>Maybe guys (CUTE ones even) will... _hit_ on me?
:
:If they don't, something is *very* wrong.
I'm still waiting. The 50 y/o guy that stank of stale
cigarettes (but was still rokken wit dokken) doesn't count.
Carrie
exile
}exile wrote:
}> And drink fluids with no value?
}
} EXACTLY! Then, you will understand art! ;) Decaf is art! :)
A joyous celebration of the banal?
exile
}exile <ex...@21stcentury.net> wrote:
}> ONE CANNOT CREATE ART FOR ONES OWN ENJOYMENT!
}>
}> ART CANNOT BE ART UNLESS IT'S GIVEN AWAY!!!
}
} IMHE, the artist creates art in order to escape it. At the heart of
}things there is very little other influence than that.
Creates art in order to escape art? I'm afraid I don't understand.
} What happens to the world afterwards is what makes it art.
Why does it need to go beyond simple communication?
exile
}On Mon, 04 Sep 2000 09:04:02 GMT, ex...@21stcentury.net (exile) shared
}>ONE CANNOT CREATE ART FOR ONES OWN ENJOYMENT!
}>
}>ART CANNOT BE ART UNLESS IT'S GIVEN AWAY!!!
}
}i couldn't agree with you less.
Ok
Daimon Ahnjeel
Pretty much - it serves no real purpose. :)
Or, in the words of my esteemed colleague (to be re-dubbed Lightning Rod
if he gets his piercings) JAK, "decaf is a crotch!"
--
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zentariana
with us all:
> Creates art in order to escape art? I'm afraid I don't understand.
that would be when you have something in your head and it's driving
you aboslutely insane so you go nuts and paint and paint and paint (or
whatever it is you do to get things out) until it's out and you're
sane again. (that last point is debatable, of course)
>} What happens to the world afterwards is what makes it art.
>
> Why does it need to go beyond simple communication?
because of the differences in art and the differences in the reasons
the art was created. some people print out the art that they know will
sell because all they wanna do is pay the rent. some people make art
they know will never sell because it expresses something they've been
trying to express but can't in any other way.
to me, that's what art is. an expression. as long as it means
something to someone.. even if it's only you and only you ever see it.
-becky-
-------- -------- --------
"like.. Watching a lovely model, walking nude,
by a car wreck, framed by a singular sunset.
*bow* Thats you."
Jealousy, trying to describe me.
Bem
>The art lies in the creation. After that, nothing can make it something
>other than "art".
Funny little story. Some locally famous dutch "artist" turned in a
toilet for some exposition. They put it in. He swore he would never
ever have anything to do with galeries from then on. :)
Granted, he didn't create the toilet, but the snobs and critics were
'oohing and aahing'.
In my view art is in the eye of the beholder (original huh?). Whenever
somebody tells me Rembrandt was an artist I think "You consider him an
artist, I think he's just a dead painter." I never say it though,
since this is a discussion without end. (I just wanted to tell the
story. ;) )
Bem
--
http://www.bempire.com
Be Well.
Narnia
alt.gothic:
>I was meant to be taller.
Me too. I'm around 5'6" now, give or take a quarter of an inch, but I was
*really* meant to be 5'8" or 5'9".
No, really.
--
=Narnia= "Give me life, give me pain,
http://www.velvet.net/ give me myself again" - Tori Amos
Please do not send me spam, msword/non-text files, or chain letters
unless I ask for them or have given prior permission.
Narnia
>So what were you meant to be? Why?
I don't know. Perhaps a government agent as well, since I would have been
good at that; I can find out anything, if I want to. Perhaps a lawyer or
a politican for the same reason.
Or maybe something artistic. The earliest thing I can remember wanting to
do is write[1], followed closely by singing, acting, and dancing.
I'm starting to think about what is actually realistic to do. I'll
probably continue trying to "make it" as a writer, but I've got an idea
for a primary career which would combine most of what I'm good at.
--
=Narnia= "Give me life, give me pain,
http://www.velvet.net/ give me myself again" - Tori Amos
Please do not send me spam, msword/non-text files, or chain letters
unless I ask for them or have given prior permission.
[1] Which could feasibly still happen.
waif
"Bem" <b...@nospam.demon.nl> wrote in message
news:39b52c42...@news.demon.nl...
> Funny little story. Some locally famous dutch "artist" turned in a
> toilet for some exposition. They put it in. He swore he would never
> ever have anything to do with galeries from then on. :)
---
In 1917 the Beligan surrealist Marcel Duchamp submitted
a urinal, entitled "The Fountain," to a gallery in Philadelphia.
So your dutch artist was right to be upset. Of course his
submission of the toilet wasn't art... because it was imitative.
;)
--
waif
waif "at" treebyleaf "dot" com
http://treebyleaf.combmitted
Bem
wrote:
>> Funny little story. Some locally famous dutch "artist" turned in a
>> toilet for some exposition. They put it in. He swore he would never
>> ever have anything to do with galeries from then on. :)
>
>---
>In 1917 the Beligan surrealist Marcel Duchamp submitted
>a urinal, entitled "The Fountain," to a gallery in Philadelphia.
But did everybody accept it as "Art"? And if so... WHY???
>So your dutch artist was right to be upset. Of course his
>submission of the toilet wasn't art... because it was imitative.
>;)
They did bring it as an original story, with the "artist" testing the
gulebility of galeries.
(The galeries failed misarably offcourse)
Paul Kelly
> One of my friends became pregnant as a homeless teenager;
> the family she chose for her daughter sends her letters at
> least twice a year, full of photos and news of how
> Gabrielle is doing in school. They live in England, and
> once Gabrielle was six or seven and old enough to understand,
> they all took a vacation here (Washington state) so she
> could meet her birth mom face to face.
>
> They rock.
They certainly do. Sounds like your friend found the happiest possible
outcome in that situation. A schoolfriend of mine was adopted, and he had
the shittiest time imaginable growing up. I don't think he ever got over the
shock after he met his birth mother, because she basically said, "I'm sorry,
you were a mistake, at least you had a better life than me". Not the kind of
reunion he was hoping for.
Paul
fx.
> So what were you meant to be? Why?
a schemer.
a plotter. a strategist, a dictator.
an evil mastermind if at all possible.
but i'll have to settle for running
a network. for now...
fx., tongue ever slightly in cheek.
--
"Money is a powerful aphrodisiac. But flowers work
almost as well." -- Lazarus Long
no SPAM to mail me.
waif
> >> Funny little story. Some locally famous dutch "artist" turned in a
> >> toilet for some exposition. They put it in. He swore he would never
> >> ever have anything to do with galeries from then on. :)
> On Tue, 05 Sep 2000 18:15:06 GMT, "waif" <clea...@treebyleaf.com>
> wrote:
> >In 1917 the Beligan surrealist Marcel Duchamp submitted
> >a urinal, entitled "The Fountain," to a gallery in Philadelphia.
"Bem" <b...@nospam.demon.nl> wrote in message
news:39b54879...@news.demon.nl...
> But did everybody accept it as "Art"? And if so... WHY???
> {snip}
Oh, heck no! The controversy continues to this day.
Some people consider it art because it came from an artist.
Some people consider it art because they see it as a
genuinely graceful example of form following function
with nothing excess.
Some people consider it art because they see it as a
symbolic reclaimation of all materials, even socially
taboo ones, as potential tools for the artist.
And some people-- well, let's look at it this way.
Duchamp took an everyday object, something completely
taken for granted, something that socially acceptible
people do not think about, do not want to think about,
and do not want to talk about. He put this object in
a different place-- and because of this people have
been thinking about it and talking about it, re-examining
their values and taboos and definitions, for the past
eighty-two years. So, to some people, the urinal was
irelevant, but Duchamp's act of submitting it was
a supreme work of performance art.
mykal d'archangel
<sker...@ossuary.net> put forth:
>In celebration, I had this done on Saturday. Been wantin'
>one of these for a long time, but never had a job that would
>allow it: http://ossuary.net/~skerrella/pictures/madonna.jpg
Yeeeeouch!
I'm still pondering doing my eyebrow.
>Three days of work at OtherJob left.. OtherBoss is probably
>going to keel over in fright.
You can always quit ;)
>I'm still waiting. The 50 y/o guy that stank of stale
>cigarettes (but was still rokken wit dokken) doesn't count.
Did he have the same denim jacket he wore while hanging out next to
the water fountains in highschool?
Ya gotta watch out for those. Zappa-era rock and jazz were my weak
poitns when it came to customer service.
Pariahic
>Escpecially not you, right Ms. Thing?
>
> Naw...big badass Reality Girl finds it far to beneath her to be
> tactful,
>have any empathy, or just mind her own goddamn mouth when she knows
>sweet fuck all about the particulars of a situation.
Irony: (noun) See above.
> Got to be "blunt"
>(bitchy) got to be direct (insulting). Take your pride in "not sugar
>coating things" (Being a cunt to someone so I can elevate my own
>pathetic lack of capacity to make somethign of myself out side of
>tearing some one else up.)
>
>You're the same kind of chit that does those "reality check" pages, and
>then says you're doing some one a favor, aren't you?
No, but since when has what you're replying to ever had anything to do with
what you write?
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Panurge
> "Jack" <thri...@rocketmail.com> wrote:>}Why not?
>
>That idea of making art to pass the time or fill the closet makes no sense...
I didn't read it that way. I read it as meaning that the art itself was
the source of enjoyment, not the making. After all, you're not likely to
want to produce something you don't enjoy.
OTOH, maybe "private art is no art" (J.R.R. Tolkien)--once it's produced,
it should be available to be shared somehow, if only with one other
person. But given that (so far) we're all mortal, that would probably
happen eventually anyway.
>{unless, of course, there's some other agenda}.
Exactly.
>}> ART CANNOT BE ART UNLESS IT'S GIVEN AWAY!!!
What if it's sold? Should Michelangelo have painted the Sistine Chapel
for free?
Narnia
<delila...@my-deja.com> sang with gusto in alt.gothic:
>It's that they have them for the wrong reasons and don't know how to care
>for them once their born.
That is not at all limited to teenagers and young adults. One does not
automatically become a responsible parent when they reach a certain
age. It depends on the person, not the number of years they have been
alive.
Narnia
sang with gusto in alt.gothic:
>My best friend is 19 and pregnant. Luckily married but still too young for
>marriage or babies but anyways.
Are you saying that nineteen is too young for your friend to be married
and having children, or are you making a gross generalisation about all
nineteen-year-olds?
I don't have children, and don't plan to for at least another couple of
years, but I did get married last December, at nineteen. My age is no
indication of the success of my marriage, which btw is going very
well. Marriage is based on love, trust, honesty, and communication; there
is no specific age when that can be achieved.
Narnia
gusto in alt.gothic:
>ONE CANNOT CREATE ART FOR ONES OWN ENJOYMENT!
Seriously, why not? I create art for my own enjoyment, as a release and
an accomplishment. If other people enjoy it as well that's a plus, but
it's not necessary to fulfill my need to be happy with what I create.
>ART CANNOT BE ART UNLESS IT'S GIVEN AWAY!!!
Why? I applaud those who can make a living from their art, and don't
think any less of them for it; I judge their art on the basis of my like
or dislike for the art itself, not any surrounding circumstances. I also
see no problem with one keeping their art, as art can be a very
treasured, personal thing.
BTW, you might want to cut down the caffeine.
jealousy
waif <clea...@treebyleaf.com> wrote in article
<Yoft5.50850$Ur3.6...@news1.sttls1.wa.home.com>...
>
> Oh, heck no! The controversy continues to this day.
> Some people consider it art because it came from an artist.
Idiotic. What or who is an artist? Someone who produces art? What is art?
Somethign produced by the artist....circular?
> Some people consider it art because they see it as a
> genuinely graceful example of form following function
> with nothing excess.
Possibly. And yet, he did not make. An art has to be pleasing.
Was it a particularly nicely made one?
> Some people consider it art because they see it as a
> symbolic reclaimation of all materials, even socially
> taboo ones, as potential tools for the artist.
Uh huh.
"I can't produce anything worth a good goddamn, so lets see what I have in
the shed."
> And some people-- well, let's look at it this way.
> Duchamp took an everyday object, something completely
> taken for granted, something that socially acceptible
> people do not think about, do not want to think about,
> and do not want to talk about. He put this object in
> a different place-- and because of this people have
> been thinking about it and talking about it, re-examining
> their values and taboos and definitions, for the past
> eighty-two years. So, to some people, the urinal was
> irelevant, but Duchamp's act of submitting it was
> a supreme work of performance art.
Thats called a "con artist."
And you're right, thats a kind of art.
But not the kind it was taken as.
Margaret A Sawyer
to.. by Nar...@velvet.net
>
> Seriously, why not? I create art for my own enjoyment, as a release and
> an accomplishment. If other people enjoy it as well that's a plus, but
> it's not necessary to fulfill my need to be happy with what I create.
I agree. Everyone has their own weird definition of art, and I've found
that absolutely *no one* has the same one. For instance, my art has to
be created solely for me. I mean, if I don't like the artwork, how can I
expect anyone else to? Sort of a self-esteem type thing. You know, no
one can love you til you love yourself. Or something like that. :D
Megan, who likes some of her art. :)
--
Megan Sawyer
http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/~msawyer
"Somehow between all the killing and the skin-eating, we
forgot the *love*" - Dr. Hibbert, The Simpsons
--
Canticle
"waif" <clea...@treebyleaf.com> wrote in message news:Yoft5.50850
> And some people-- well, let's look at it this way.
Why? I can look at it however I damn well please.
> Duchamp took an everyday object, something completely
> taken for granted, something that socially acceptible
> people do not think about, do not want to think about,
> and do not want to talk about.
If I have to piss, I am going to think about it, and I am going to ask where
the pisser is if I'm not able to find one. Debate may begin on whether I am
socially acceptable.
> He put this object in
> a different place-- and because of this people have
> been thinking about it and talking about it, re-examining
> their values and taboos and definitions, for the past
> eighty-two years. So, to some people, the urinal was
> irelevant, but Duchamp's act of submitting it was
> a supreme work of performance art.
So is selling someone land that does not exist.
That don't make it art, baby.
Jeff-boy, Eater of Worlds
"No flesh shall be spared"
zentariana
all:
>That is not at all limited to teenagers and young adults. One does not
>automatically become a responsible parent when they reach a certain
>age. It depends on the person, not the number of years they have been
>alive.
yes. i know. i was generalizing.
statisically speaking, though. they don't have the resources or the
income to properly care for a kid.
Morbid Curiosity
> com.in...@murder.reverse (Sola) wrote:
>}exile <ex...@21stcentury.net> wrote:
>}> ONE CANNOT CREATE ART FOR ONES OWN ENJOYMENT!
>}>
>}> ART CANNOT BE ART UNLESS IT'S GIVEN AWAY!!!
>}
>} IMHE, the artist creates art in order to escape it. At the heart of
>}things there is very little other influence than that.
>
> Creates art in order to escape art? I'm afraid I don't understand.
There have been a few occasions on which I've _had_ to write stuff
down to get it out and express it, because the concepts were spending
far too much time running around in my head and upsetting the other
inmates. I know a few people who are similar, although the media
change; they get to the stage where they have to create. It's often a
lot easier to live with a concept or form when it's something a bit
more concrete outside of yourself, rather than a clamour of unresolved
possibilities on the inside.
Morbid
kest
Cavalorn <cava...@newaeonbooks.demon.co.uk> wrote:
> In article <01c0149b$888e7de0$65bc613f@maximillian>, jealousy
> <jeal...@gdn.net> writes
> >Heh. What I'm going to be.
> >Unfortuenatly, there is not much call for fighters, these days.
> >Of any stripe.
>
> The magic-user job market is fairly thin, too. ;)
>
You could always work for the psychic friends hotline.....
k
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Before you buy.
kest
> exile <ex...@21stcentury.net> wrote in article
> <8ovoi2$lk_...@news.21stcentury.net>...
>
> > AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
>
> > ONE CANNOT CREATE ART FOR ONES OWN ENJOYMENT!
> > ART CANNOT BE ART UNLESS IT'S GIVEN AWAY!!!
><snip more screaming>
If you give Art away, can I have him?
Ok, but seriously.... A while back I argued on this very newsgroup that
art was about communication. I don't really remember what I said, I just
remember saying it. And if art is communication, then it needs to have
someone to communicate to. But I was wrong, and this 'art can't be art
if its just for yourself' crap is a load of bullshit.
Here's the thing. Art can't exist in a vacuum. But its not
communication. Its revolution. It's an expression of what's around the
artist, but it doesn't have to go _to_ anybody. It's existence is
enough to make it art. <realizes that probably doesn't make a whole lot
of sense> <tries again> Art isn't media, it's religion. <hopes that
makes things clearer>
Tigress
Narnia <nar...@velvet.net> wrote in message
news:slrn8ra163...@skinner.demon.co.uk...
> Or maybe something artistic. The earliest thing I can remember wanting to
> do is write[1], followed closely by singing, acting, and dancing.
I want to write too. (Which is why I'm seriously considering going to grad
school for a MFA.) But I gotta pay the bills somehow.
> I'm starting to think about what is actually realistic to do. I'll
> probably continue trying to "make it" as a writer, but I've got an idea
> for a primary career which would combine most of what I'm good at.
I have to write, so I think I'll use my little computer science degree to
help design computer games! Whee!
--
Katherine Dunn, making another pointless post
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Thomas Parkin
Might be best to approach it as a verb. Art is the act of making
contents of the unconscious apprehendable by the senses. (Imagination is
the neccesary intermediary step.) A work of art is any product of that
act: from Michaelangelo to the finger painting hanging on the parent's
refrigerator to some silly post on a sorry newsgroup.
The question of what is good and bad art is seperate. A person might
intuitively know that art is important, and so not want to call bad art
art. Doesn't really matter - there certainly is capital A Art, and lower
case art, which we are more or less in contact with constantly.
A
~
exile
}> Some people consider it art because they see it as a
}> genuinely graceful example of form following function
}> with nothing excess.
}
}Possibly. And yet, he did not make. An art has to be pleasing.
'Twas signed R.MUTT... He sorta' didn't take credit for it anyway.
}Was it a particularly nicely made one?
Standard issue urinal.
}> irelevant, but Duchamp's act of submitting it was
}> a supreme work of performance art.
}
}Thats called a "con artist."
}
}And you're right, thats a kind of art.
}
}But not the kind it was taken as.
I don't especially care for Duchamp or his readymades or appropriation or
recontextualization in general...
It was sort of his way of telling the art world of the times to fuck off. He
got his point across... unfortunately, I think many folk took him too
seriously.
Ernst provided visitors to an exhibition with an axe so they could destroy
his show... I take it he got a few folk that were willing...
Oppenheim gave us a fur lined cup, Breton stream of consciousness rambling,
Tanguy... the worlds first punk rock haircut and Bellmer gave us bondage porn.
:} I love Surrealism.
exile
}ex...@21stcentury.net (exile) wrote:
}> "Jack" <thri...@rocketmail.com> wrote:
}>} "exile" <ex...@21stcentury.net> wrote:
}>}> ONE CANNOT CREATE ART FOR ONES OWN ENJOYMENT!
}>}
}>}Why not?
}>
}>That idea of making art to pass the time or fill the closet makes no sense...
}
}I didn't read it that way. I read it as meaning that the art itself was
}the source of enjoyment, not the making. After all, you're not likely to
}want to produce something you don't enjoy.
Strangely enough... I don't really like my art , at all, when I'm done with
it... I can love it while I'm painting {drawing, digitizing, whatever} it but
once it's done... it's dead and doesn't interest me anymore.
I can appreciate it for what it is... and... other folk seem to like it. As
far as I'm concerned, it's no longer of any use to me.
}OTOH, maybe "private art is no art" (J.R.R. Tolkien)--once it's produced,
}it should be available to be shared somehow, if only with one other
}person. But given that (so far) we're all mortal, that would probably
}happen eventually anyway.
I'd have to agree... that is its purpose after all.
exile
}On Mon, 04 Sep 2000 09:04:02 GMT, exile <ex...@21stcentury.net> sang with
}gusto in alt.gothic:
}
}>ONE CANNOT CREATE ART FOR ONES OWN ENJOYMENT!
}
}Seriously, why not? I create art for my own enjoyment, as a release and
}an accomplishment. If other people enjoy it as well that's a plus, but
}it's not necessary to fulfill my need to be happy with what I create.
What's the point then... what makes it "art?" What makes it any different
from crafts or using a backscratcher to get at that one elusive itch?
exile
Personally... It just intensifies things for me... I usually get uninterested
in a piece just before the finishing touches go on... This has me working on
the next one in my head while I'm putting the finishing touched on what I'm
working on...
:} That is when I do my best conceptual work... whilst I'm working.
Nick/Yaruar
> Dammit, I missed the original post.
>
> > exile <ex...@21stcentury.net> wrote in article
> > <8ovoi2$lk_...@news.21stcentury.net>...
> >
> > > AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
> >
> > > ONE CANNOT CREATE ART FOR ONES OWN ENJOYMENT!
I beg to disagree. AN audience of oneself is enough. Most of my work is
done by me, for me, most will never be seen by anyone.
> > > ART CANNOT BE ART UNLESS IT'S GIVEN AWAY!!!
Hmm. Bollocks. THere is a cost in everything.
> ><snip more screaming>
>
> If you give Art away, can I have him?
>
> Ok, but seriously.... A while back I argued on this very newsgroup that
> art was about communication. I don't really remember what I said, I just
> remember saying it. And if art is communication, then it needs to have
> someone to communicate to. But I was wrong, and this 'art can't be art
> if its just for yourself' crap is a load of bullshit.
Indeed. Some would argue that art can only be defined by the artist and
that they are the only ones with the power of meaning.....
> Here's the thing. Art can't exist in a vacuum. But its not
> communication. Its revolution.
Art is more than that. Art is both representation and interpretation on
myriad levels.
> It's an expression of what's around the
> artist, but it doesn't have to go _to_ anybody. It's existence is
> enough to make it art. <realizes that probably doesn't make a whole lot
> of sense> <tries again> Art isn't media, it's religion. <hopes that
> makes things clearer>
Art is that which is defined as art. Saying that art is religion is
restrictive. There is no good definition.
I remember something I used to say in response to the 'is this art' fiasco
which tends to accompany modern conceptual stuff...
'That which asks the question "is this art" by definition has to be.....'
Nick/Yaruar
Marshdrifter
>Ok, but seriously.... A while back I argued on this very newsgroup that
>art was about communication. I don't really remember what I said, I just
>remember saying it. And if art is communication, then it needs to have
>someone to communicate to.
Perhaps it is communication. It's just
that some of us like to murmur to
ourselves while walking down the
street.
>Here's the thing. Art can't exist in a vacuum. But its not
>communication. Its revolution. It's an expression of what's around the
>artist, but it doesn't have to go _to_ anybody. It's existence is
>enough to make it art. <realizes that probably doesn't make a whole lot
>of sense> <tries again> Art isn't media, it's religion. <hopes that
>makes things clearer>
So it creates a community of like minded
individuals? Hmm.. perhaps. I think I
like the communication metaphor better.
Stephen
http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshdrifter
The worst part of being single is
trying to get through the produce
before it spoils.
Lucid H. Dreaming
>
>Ok, but seriously.... A while back I argued on this very newsgroup that
>art was about communication. I don't really remember what I said, I just
>remember saying it. And if art is communication, then it needs to have
>someone to communicate to. But I was wrong, and this 'art can't be art
>if its just for yourself' crap is a load of bullshit.
Perhaps you can communicate to yourself.
Doesn't mean it ceases to be communication.
>
>
>k
? - who HTH HAND
--
Ultrix is like a old, rusty VW Beetle that has been rebuilt to get it into
the Dean's office one too many times by drunken college kids who forgot
some parts. - Inoshiro
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exile
}(exile) wrote:
}
}> What's the point then... what makes it "art?" What makes it any
}> different from crafts or using a backscratcher to get at that one
}> elusive itch?
}
}
}it is
}
} somehow
}
}more noble, then
}
} to create and use a
}
}backscratcher...
}
}to scratch someone else's back.
More noble? Yeas...
Tho' art ain't got nothin' to do with makin' folk feel good.
Art is about communication. All of the nobility and the joy and brilliance
and beauty have but one purpose...
You can approximate it by slapping someone in the face with your
backscratcher.
exile
exile
} In article <8p4p7u$jk9$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>, kest wrote:
} >
} >Ok, but seriously.... A while back I argued on this very newsgroup that
} >art was about communication. I don't really remember what I said, I just
} >remember saying it. And if art is communication, then it needs to have
} >someone to communicate to. But I was wrong, and this 'art can't be art
} >if its just for yourself' crap is a load of bullshit.
}
} Perhaps you can communicate to yourself.
}
} Doesn't mean it ceases to be communication.
But is there any real point?
zentariana
shared with us all:
>But is there any real point?
yes. sometimes doing things for yourself is good.
showing the world that You're So Deep and Creative has it's merrits..
but there is more to life and creation. you make it for yourself as a
reminder or because it pleases. you don't have to show it off to give
it's existance meaning.
-becky-
"you pay a price for all your choices made."
-lam.
Kris
>>I was meant to be taller.
>
>Me too. I'm around 5'6" now, give or take a quarter of an inch, but I was
>*really* meant to be 5'8" or 5'9".
>
>No, really.
Half yer luck. You've still got half a foot on me :)
People seem to dig that though. Even kidlets feel tall around me. Until I
threaten to put them in dishwashers and restore my authority. :P
~Kris .. who's staff think she's "cute" and stuff. argh. how can I yell at
people who hug me and think I'm darling, and sweet and cute?!# fuckers! :)
"That's it!@# It's Flight of the Trousersnake!" ~ Me to Rick, about our new
form of music.
Siani Evans
Kris wrote:
>
> ~Kris .. who's staff think she's "cute" and stuff. argh. how can I yell at
> people who hug me and think I'm darling, and sweet and cute?!# fuckers! :)
take up picking up your feet whenever someone hugs you. :) or take up
greeting them by jumping on their backs.
siani (does both. :)
zentariana
shared with us all:
>take up picking up your feet whenever someone hugs you. :) or take up
>greeting them by jumping on their backs.
that's the best ever!! i'm kinda dating a guy who's 6'8" and i showed
him the other day how i like it.. i run and leap on him and he hugs me
and spins me around. i feel like a little kid again and giggle a lot
;)
Kris
>shared with us all:
>>take up picking up your feet whenever someone hugs you. :) or take up
>>greeting them by jumping on their backs.
A lot of people I know, feel the need to pick me up just on principle of my
being this short.
Especially Will. It used to be ritual. I visit Chris's house, when I go home,
Will picks me up, and runs up and down the driveway until we collapse giggling.
We used to do that at school in the corridors too.
I miss Will! :<
Smut did that too, and some of my other guy friends from way way back. They
used to get a kick out of being able to carry me around, and throw me under
sprinklers and stuff. I get thrown into pools and given piggybacks _all_ the
time.
When my brother and I are on good terms, he carries me around too. People have
called us a "cute couple".
~Kris .. tasmanian. :P *runs*
Tiny Human Ferret
>
> On Fri, 08 Sep 2000 01:26:41 GMT, Siani Evans <sia...@home.com>
> shared with us all:
> >take up picking up your feet whenever someone hugs you. :) or take up
> >greeting them by jumping on their backs.
>
> that's the best ever!! i'm kinda dating a guy who's 6'8" and i showed
> him the other day how i like it.. i run and leap on him and he hugs me
> and spins me around. i feel like a little kid again and giggle a lot
> ;)
Um, I think it was Narnia who made some remark about how much she hated this
sort of thing, the phrase was "have some respect dammit, I'm not some sort
of novelty dwarf"...
>
> -becky-
--
The terror of the Roman arms added weight and dignity to the moderation of
the emperors. They preserved peace by a constant preparation for war; and
while justice regulated their conduct, they announced to the nations on
their confines that they were as little disposed to endure as to offer an
injury.
--Gibbon, "Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire" (The Antonines)
Tigress
Kris <leik...@aol.coma> wrote in message
news:20000907203939...@ng-fl1.aol.com...
> ~Kris .. who's staff think she's "cute" and stuff. argh. how can I yell
at
> people who hug me and think I'm darling, and sweet and cute?!# fuckers! :)
Easy: you learn to talk REALLY LOUD!
--
Katherine Dunn
Tigress
zentariana <zenta...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:39ba5c93...@News.CIS.DFN.DE...
> that's the best ever!! i'm kinda dating a guy who's 6'8" and i showed
> him the other day how i like it.. i run and leap on him and he hugs me
> and spins me around. i feel like a little kid again and giggle a lot
> ;)
Yay! Mine's 6' 1" and I love just wrapping my legs around him and letting
him snuggle me. The downside is that he only outweighs me by only 20-30
pounds and his upper body strength isn't all that great, so he can't hold me
for long. }:(
H Duffy
> narnia said;
>
> >>I was meant to be taller.
> >
> >Me too. I'm around 5'6" now, give or take a quarter of an inch, but I
was
> >*really* meant to be 5'8" or 5'9".
I think I was meant to be taller too; I'm 5'3" on a good day, but recent
estimates of my height by friends have ranged from 5'4" to 5'8"...
Odd.
H
Siani Evans
Tiny Human Ferret wrote:
>
> zentariana wrote:
> >
> > On Fri, 08 Sep 2000 01:26:41 GMT, Siani Evans <sia...@home.com>
> > shared with us all:
> > >take up picking up your feet whenever someone hugs you. :) or take up
> > >greeting them by jumping on their backs.
> >
> > that's the best ever!! i'm kinda dating a guy who's 6'8" and i showed
> > him the other day how i like it.. i run and leap on him and he hugs me
> > and spins me around. i feel like a little kid again and giggle a lot
> > ;)
>
> Um, I think it was Narnia who made some remark about how much she hated this
> sort of thing, the phrase was "have some respect dammit, I'm not some sort
> of novelty dwarf"...
eh, i get a kick out of it. i *am* some kind of nevelty dwarf. :) what
i really **hate** is little arm over shoulders and squeeze gently
oh-you're-so-sweet hugs. and head patting... that is a good way to
lose an arm. i am not a sweet little person, i am a novelty dwarf.
siani (hee hee! novelty dwarf!)
zentariana
shared with us all:
>Yay! Mine's 6' 1" and I love just wrapping my legs around him and letting
>him snuggle me. The downside is that he only outweighs me by only 20-30
>pounds and his upper body strength isn't all that great, so he can't hold me
>for long. }:(
yeah.. heh. in bed i can wrap myself around his entire torso.. less
than the whole thing.
and he doesn't fit on my bed very well =\
but he outweighs me by 100-110 pounds.. sooo.. he's just superman.
zentariana
<kla...@clark.net> shared with us all:
>Um, I think it was Narnia who made some remark about how much she hated this
>sort of thing, the phrase was "have some respect dammit, I'm not some sort
>of novelty dwarf"...
yeah.. people who are around 5' would be more sensitive about it..
i'm 5'7" so i'm not really short. it takes a really tall guy to make
me feel tiny and childish [well. by being a lot bigger than me,
anyway. i'm rather childish at times]
Daimon Ahnjeel
Well, at times, with people I know fairly well, JAK has come to
influence me a little bit in my hug style... I even hug-lift people
bigger than myself at times, although, that requires a bit more
back-work... But, for at least a month, all hugs are going to be gentle,
under the arm hugs from me... JAK, do you got that? You're not allowed
to hug me below the shoulders for the next couple of months if I run
into you, okay? :)
JAK, I blame my association with you for my inevitable hernia. ;P
--
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>
> zentariana <zenta...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
> news:39ba5c93...@News.CIS.DFN.DE...
>
> > that's the best ever!! i'm kinda dating a guy who's 6'8" and i showed
> > him the other day how i like it.. i run and leap on him and he hugs me
> > and spins me around. i feel like a little kid again and giggle a lot
> > ;)
>
> Yay! Mine's 6' 1" and I love just wrapping my legs around him and letting
> him snuggle me. The downside is that he only outweighs me by only 20-30
> pounds and his upper body strength isn't all that great, so he can't hold me
> for long. }:(
Get him to learn a martial art - they'll teach him to to make it so
that he won't require ANY upper body strength to hold you up...
Especially if you've got your legs wrapped around his waist area...
exile
} On Wed, 6 Sep 2000, kest wrote:
} > Dammit, I missed the original post.
It probably had nothing to do with this one.
} > > exile <ex...@21stcentury.net> wrote in article
} > > > AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
} > >
} > > > ONE CANNOT CREATE ART FOR ONES OWN ENJOYMENT!
}
} I beg to disagree. AN audience of oneself is enough. Most of my work is
} done by me, for me, most will never be seen by anyone.
Disagree if you like... I'd say your "art" is rather "non" art then.
} > > > ART CANNOT BE ART UNLESS IT'S GIVEN AWAY!!!
}
} Hmm. Bollocks. THere is a cost in everything.
...And, sometimes it's pretty high. But, as I said, that was more for
effect than for accuracy.
} > ><snip more screaming>
} >
} > If you give Art away, can I have him?
} >
} > Ok, but seriously.... A while back I argued on this very newsgroup that
} > art was about communication. I don't really remember what I said, I just
} > remember saying it. And if art is communication, then it needs to have
} > someone to communicate to. But I was wrong, and this 'art can't be art
} > if its just for yourself' crap is a load of bullshit.
}
} Indeed. Some would argue that art can only be defined by the artist and
} that they are the only ones with the power of meaning.....
It is defined by the artist... they're only half of the equation though.
Responsibility for the interpretation lies on the shoulders of the viewer.
} > Here's the thing. Art can't exist in a vacuum. But its not
} > communication. Its revolution.
}
} Art is more than that. Art is both representation and interpretation on
} myriad levels.
But of course... it's only fuel to the fire.
} > It's an expression of what's around the
} > artist, but it doesn't have to go _to_ anybody. It's existence is
} > enough to make it art. <realizes that probably doesn't make a whole lot
} > of sense> <tries again> Art isn't media, it's religion. <hopes that
} > makes things clearer>
}
} Art is that which is defined as art. Saying that art is religion is
} restrictive. There is no good definition.
Art *is* religion and much more... it's as important and universal as that
primal scream.
} I remember something I used to say in response to the 'is this art' fiasco
} which tends to accompany modern conceptual stuff...
}
} 'That which asks the question "is this art" by definition has to be.....'
Why?
What if it asks the question and gives no answers?
Glenn Olson
wrote:
>and head patting... that is a good way to
>lose an arm.
Oh dear.
I have a thing for head patting. I'll have to remember to restrain
myself.
Curgoth (Matthew Andrews)
I think I see what you're saying; Art is for communication. If you
keep it to yourself, it doesn't communicate, and hence, is useless as
Art.
One could argue that the works one does for one's own pleasure could
be considered communication with one's self.
If I understand your point of view, though, I assume you would
consider this compares to art like masturbation to sex, though?
--
Dream well...
Curgoth
Siani Evans
i know one or two people who can get away with patting my head. if i
meet you at c7, you'll just have to hope you fit in that group.:)
siani
Lucid H. Dreaming
Curgoth (Matthew Andrews) wrote:
>
>One could argue that the works one does for one's own pleasure could
>be considered communication with one's self.
>
>If I understand your point of view, though, I assume you would
>consider this compares to art like masturbation to sex, though?
Which would be why artists who do this are generaly called wankers.
?
Kris
>Oh dear.
>
>I have a thing for head patting. I'll have to remember to restrain
>myself.
How did I not notice this? :)
That and.. next to me, I just have to say, you're *really*really* tall.
~Kris .. and Glenn's a cute canadian! (I'm going to pat you on the head dammit.
Just like, sit down first kay? :)
Kris
>
>> ~Kris .. who's staff think she's "cute" and stuff. argh. how can I yell
>at
>> people who hug me and think I'm darling, and sweet and cute?!# fuckers! :)
>
>Easy: you learn to talk REALLY LOUD!
Too late :P
Ask anybody who talks on the phone to me (*coff* Jealousy *coff*) or has met
me.. Someone is sure to bitch and moan about my volume. :)
~Kris .. loud in so many ways.
Tigress
Daimon Ahnjeel <daimon...@crosswdins.net> wrote in message
news:39B935D5...@crosswdins.net...
> Get him to learn a martial art - they'll teach him to to make it so
> that he won't require ANY upper body strength to hold you up...
> Especially if you've got your legs wrapped around his waist area...
I've been trying, but he doesn't want to learn it. He's scared that it'll
exacerbate his temper, but I think he's just scared of having to fight. He's
pretty non-violent.
The Evil Chemist
> I was offered a position at the independent music store
> down the street from my apartment.
Hey, If I didn't say this before
Congrat on the job.
Where is this place?
I will be in the neighborhod tomorrow <for K-Y & Joolz night>
> But can you really put a price on truly loving your job, *really*
> getting along with the people you work with, and the ability
> to maintain your creative bent after you get home?
Like all things, it's a matter of balance. Your job is a big chunk of your
life. On average 2080 hours of your life/yr is spent at work, and that
doesn't include all the time you think about work <gloat, bitch or worry>
When I used to work the nightcrew, I was pretty miserable, but not as
miserable as the butchers who worked in a cold meat locker all day.
I would see them come in every morning with the same ugly scowl and vowed
I would *never* end up in a job I hated so much no matter how much money,
status, power, that job would bring.
Now, there are always unwanted and unlikeable steeping stones we're often
faced with standing on for a short duration. Sometimes we can't tell the
difference between getting stuck on that rock or having to stay on it for
a short while till we can move onto something more pleasant.
I think you're making the right decision, but *always8 look for something
better, no matter what you may have now. There always is something better,
b/c what we value does change over time and experience.
jv
zentariana
all:
>Ask anybody who talks on the phone to me (*coff* Jealousy *coff*) or has met
>me.. Someone is sure to bitch and moan about my volume. :)
he does that to me, too..
but it's usually "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!" ;)
-becky-
"let's get out of here before they tell us that we've just died"
-pulp-
The Evil Chemist
> So what were you meant to be? Why?
I think I was meant to be a chemist from the day I drank that gel of
Sodium Silicate in the burger king cup at age 5. [1] My dad was a
scientist and had all these wacko experiments around the house.
He used to show me how to set sulfur on fire with a magnifying glass.
I always loved the concept of magic, mixing things to create some sort of
supernatural event. I always loved fire and this "love " got out of hand a
few times! [2]
As I grew older science seemed like the most accessible form of "magic" I
could come to know.
I was a wide-eyed explorer from the day I was born.
For me science is magic. Science is a life-long exploration into sizes
smaller than impossible and speeds faster than imagination and timescales
longer than infinity.
After learning about it, I can still look at the beauty of the rainbow
even though I've taken it apart. Having taken it apart, I see a beauty in
it without my eyes, but with this amorphous untraceable "confusion" of the
universe and the connective strands that bind it all together.
There's so much beauty in the arrangement of the universe that can't be
seen with our eyes.
jv
[1] I thought it was a pepsi. My dad luckily grabbed it from me and forced
me to vomit it up.
[2] I nearly burnt down the house by setting fire to a pine tree.
Then there was the disasterous "make candles out of crayons" experient
The water-reactive smoke bomb wasn't a very bright idea either.
The last household experiment was the 2L bottle "compression bomb"
experiment. My ears were ringing for 4 days.
Now, chemistry stays in the lab. :)