i’m not sure what it is exactly that i’m painting these days, but it has got my attention. and it makes sense to do it. it feels good to “step off of the ledge.” to take the training wheels off. to let something emerge. everything i am going to do from now on is going to be entirely improvised. it seems much more sincere.
Sometimes I wish I was an idiot savant. I would live in an assisted living home, sterile clean and white, smelling like a swimming pool. Emerald green fertilized grass outside, 2 benches, a ragged sidewalk with daisies on either side, leading to the entrance. Daytime television quietly humming in…
wow. seriously. i love this! beautiful.
and by my previous post i sincerely mean no ill will to anyone who might be pigeonholed as a “hipster.” some of my best friends are hipsters. i was merely referring to memes.
memes have been around probably since the time that bipedal apes first invented the hammer. it used to irritate me, and sometimes still does, but now i delight in watching its pandemic. it’s like watching a nature show.
the fact that something that has no real substance can propagate itself and follow rules of natural selection is fascinating to me. and only in the world of human beings does it take shape. cats like to watch birds fly outside the window. i enjoy watching my fellow hominids mutate according to a pattern that they themselves had no part in creating.
so i was reading up on these so-called “hipsters” that everyone seems to be going on about. when time magazine writes about your scene, your scene is over.
kudos to the hipsters. and i mean that sincerely. it has taken this bastardized, empty, pointless youth culture to expose how empty, pointless, and bastardized youth culture is. they already did that with punk in the 70s, but you guys took it to its plateau! it couldn’t have played out better, really. irony is finally DEAD. and i couldn’t be happier. and the best part is… i don’t even think you guys were aware of it. haha. that just makes it perfect.
duchamp was right. ideas do have a life of their own. they’re downright virulent.
anyway, thanks.
Nico. Somewhere There’s A Feather.
such a beautiful song. jackson browne is so optimistic in this song. i wish i shared his optimism. but until then, i can listen to this song.
yeah, but… that’s just the culture of programming. everyone does it. in every class i was in, it was encouraged. by the teachers.
it’s different than other academic disciplines. it’s not like writing a term paper. in programming, code is shared… and improved upon.
you just can’t compare it to plagiarism in humanities. it’s not the same. humanities are completely subjective. programming is not.
A recent study by the San Jose Mercury News shows that at Stanford, cheating in computer science classes account for 22% of the university’s total honor code violations, despite accounting for only 7% of student enrollment…
The Dead Milkmen. Badger Song.
it’s like i’m at 8th grade camp all over again.
