Dreams Over Zero: Art and Other Horrors

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This is my “other” blog: a place where I can post my art, writing, general rants and other shenanigans that don’t really have anything to do with metaphysics. (If you were actually looking for metaphysics, go over to my main blog, Iterations.) 

If you like my art, thank you! Peruse. Use the drop-down menu above to see the Illustration, Photography, and other pages (more coming soon).

Yes, of course it’s for sale.

Start your own damn social network, then

Someone posted a link to this article on Facebook today:
Zuckerberg cheers as 1,000,000,000 suckers login to Facebook in 24 hours

It’s a collection of recent articles about Facebook. Relevant quotes:

  • “If the service is free, you are the product.”
  • “(A) new low for humanity…a billion of your fellow homo sapiens logged on to Facebook, which subsequently decided humans can’t be trusted to do their own shopping.”
  • “Presumably, the other 85% of the world got a life.”

Sounds like sour grapes to me.

I admit it: I’m a chronic Facebooker. If I’m awake, I’m probably by a computer, and if I’m by a computer, I’ve got Facebook open. I use it to communicate with my friends and promote my business. A lot of the links that get posted in my newsfeed are really interesting or entertaining, and because I have an eclectic social circle, I’m exposed to ideas and information that I might not necessarily ever find on my own. I have, in fact, adjusted my opinion on a few issues because of well-written posts shared by friends who think differently than me.

I’ve met some really interesting new people here. I make money here. I don’t have to travel thousands of miles just to swap jokes and cat pictures with my friends who live in other countries.

How exactly does this make me a “sucker?” How is it “a new low for humanity” when a billion people around the world are hanging out together on a website?

I don’t play the little games or get involved in poke wars. I don’t post insipid quotes with sunsets and puppies and typos and bad kerning. But that’s just me — some people are here to do that very thing, and so what? More power to them.

You know what, I don’t give a shit how much money Zuckerberg makes. This is his thing, and if he can turn a nice profit, more power to him, too. I’m happy that he and his smug billionaire grin put this together and we can still use it for free. If a new social site usurps Facebook, I’ll use that. Until then, this is working for me.

OF COURSE they’re data-mining and peering a little too deeply into the users’ private lives in order to make a buck, or worse. It’s profoundly disturbing that employers and insurance agencies are judging your selfies to see if you meet their standards, and the fact that any governing body (or corporation) would collect information to build databases about the details of your life is invasively icky.

Is anyone really surprised by this, though? Do you have a debit card? Do you use a cellphone? Do you look things up with search engines and click on links? Have you ever bought anything at all online or used your email address to sign up for something? Guess what — your privacy is already compromised. I don’t have a ready solution to suggest, but with all the random weird sites I visit every day skewing my algorithm (hint, hint), I’d love to see who they think I really am.

If you don’t want people to find your secrets, maybe you shouldn’t post them online.

DERP.

No, it’s not okay to treat human beings like so many blips of information that ooze money when rubbed just right. You can opt out of this system, though. Use cash. Stay off the Internet. Make your calls on a payphone. Go live in a tree in the woods. They’re everywhere and dear god, THEY WANT TO SELL YOU THINGS.

THINGS WHICH YOU DON’T HAVE TO BUY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO.
OH THE HUMANITY.

The consumer has always been the product. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t enjoy a freebie if it truly enriches our lives. There are a lot of things wrong with our current system, but wanking about how many people are on Facebook doesn’t help. As obnoxious and insulting as marketing campaigns can be, it’s your fault if you can’t keep your hands off your wallet when you see something shiny. Question what you see. Research what they try to feed you. Get acquainted with people who live outside your comfort zone, and ask them what they think. Listen to them. Find common ground. Use the medium to upset the very status quo it tries to impose.

No one else can control your brain if you’re already using it.

Please Excuse My Damned ADHD System

10   {GET BILLS from pile of papers on table;
20      {IF PILE = OBSCURED BY NEW SHELVES SITTING ON TOP THEN:
23       function(willNewShelvesFitWhereIWantThem);
30          IF shelvesFit = TRUE OR shelvesFit ≅ TRUE THEN SEARCH: PARAMETER =
33          SCREWS;
40            {IF SCREWS = OBSCURED BY WHY IS THIS ROOM SO DARK OH THE DAMN
43            LIGHTBULB IS OUT AGAIN THEN: function(changeBulb);
50                {!LADDER: GOTO BASEMENT STORAGE and GET NEIGHBOR’S BARSTOOL
53                  INSTEAD and DRAG IT UP THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS;
60                     {Of course the lamp-fixture is stuck. OF COURSE IT IS;
70                          {SEARCH: PARAMETER = PLIERS;
71                          Pliers location = right where they belong;
73                          */ Holy shit, really? /*
75                          }
80                      function(changeBulb);
85                      }
90               DRAG BARSTOOL BACK DOWN THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS;
95               }
100          {RESUME SEARCH: SCREWS;
110             {SEARCH INTERRUPTED = SOMETHING IS HAPPENING ON THE INTERNET;
115             }
120           {QUERY: WHY IS THIS ROOM STILL SO DARK = THE OTHER BULB IS OUT NOW
121           }
123           function(areYouFuckingKiddingMe);
126                 {var magicWords = new Array
127                 (‘shit’,’fucknugget’,’goddammit’,’sonofabitch’);
128                 }
130                 {!LADDER: GOTO BASEMENT STORAGE = FUCK THAT, ILL JUST STAND
133                    ON THIS TABLE;
135                 }
140           function(changeOtherFuckingBulb);
145           }
150          {RANDOM function(dropEverything,TakePhotosOfPudding);
155          }
160        function(findScrews);
165        }
170      function(putShelvesUp);
175      }
180   SORT STACK: BILLS;
190        {SORT INTERRUPTED = SOMETHING IS HAPPENING ON THE INTERNET;
200        ?HelloWorld
210        GOTO 200
215        }
220   }

For my coding friends who want to know, this is written in ActionBASIC-DOS-Script, v.1985. It’s a very specific language that only applies to whatever I happen to be working on at the moment, so don’t even try to tell me about any syntax errors you think you catch, thank you very much.

Art is a Process

1. This is the BEST IDEA EVER.
2. I love this painting.
3. I wish this would go faster.
4. I’m getting a little tired of looking at this painting.
5. I have to pee, but I can’t, because I’m painting.
6. For the love of Gods, just let me finish it.
7. I swear, I’m going to devote all my time from now on to actually useful things, just as soon as I’m done painting.
8. I hate this painting.
9. Why did I think I could do art? This is like a weasel seizure on canvas.
10. I HATE THIS FUCKING PAINTING.
11. Oh, good, it’s almost done. Soon I can stop crying.
12. This is actually a pretty good painting.
13. THIS IS THE BEST PAINTING I HAVE EVER MADE.
14. THIS IS THE BEST PAINTING IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD.
15. It’s DONE!
16. I will store it behind the bookshelf.

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Dreams Over Zero

I can art, too.

I’m currently in the process of moving everything from my portfolio site over here. (Edit 7/7: Done! Not everything is moved yet, but enough to close down the old site.) This means wrestling with galleries and lightboxes and cryptic little .php codes and secondary blog-post pages and deciding between buying groceries or the plugin upgrade that I need and all that, but in the meantime, here’s a lovely star for you. This is what I feel like after doing 10 astrology charts in a row.

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Apologies to Ms. Madonna (if necessary…)

Neil Gaiman
Stephen King
Tolkien
and Quixotic things
Music’s not just
tone and tune —
it’s the voice
that sings in you

Roddenberry
and Rowling
Dance is action
Do your thing
HP Lovecraft
(Sumerian fish)
Gary Gygax
(Roll inish)

They had style
They had grace
So have you
Set your own pace
Shelley
Bronte, Edlund too
Oscar Wilde
we love you

Imagine
all that you will do
when you finally
break on through
Don’t just stand there
Let’s get to it
Live your world
There’s nothing to it…