"The figures she paints are seductive and contain an air of melancholy. They exist in their own sensually esoteric realm, yet at the same time present a sense of accessibility that draws the observer to them. These mysterious young women captivate with the direct stare of their bedroom eyes."
Smokey Nelson and I go way way back. He is one amazing talented funny and crazy mf. My nickname of the past ten years or so - Danomyte, was coined by Smokey. It's like getting an indian name.. or continuing some sort of legacy because of how cool his nickname story is. So it goes... the 2 year old Berrent Nelson bit a live power cord and smoke started coming out of his ears..hence the name. Is it true? I don't know. Maybe true in the imagination..maybe in reality or perhaps a synthesis. Go check him out.
“What ad agencies ought to do, in my opinion, is not focus on selling ads anymore. And instead, focus on getting in deeper within the clients, and help the clients make products that people want to talk about.”
These posts are going go on and change direction and not make sense and be missplelled and jump across ideas and dead end and de-evolve into poetry and get too out \\\ there and I'm going to freak out that it's not polished or topical or professional or perfect and that I don't have a banner and whatever..and I have a million things i have do do or not...I should be here and notthere and everywhere just need to
does not matter.
writing and communication and I hope some form of stupid blind honesty
"The eye is meant to see things. The soul is here for it's own joy." -Rumi
"Dan, your harder to get a hold of than the president!"
My man Rob from this other printer called the office, got put on hold for ten minutes, left messages on my cell phone and wrote an email begging me to call him back. Shit.
Inaccessibility is the new status symbol.
Do you know what most people I talk to want more than anything?
I find it endlessly comical that with all the life-enhancing inventions and technology we posses, time seems to be speeding up and drying up. As I watch the world (and maybe this is biased because of the uber speed New York City travels at) it amazes me that there isn't more awareness of the situation.
I'll get back to time, but in the meantime let's talk about suitcases.
The modern business robot is truly a talented creature. with one hand they can monitor a blackberry with concentration levels that rival a victim of OCD or an idiot savant. They are fucking focused! Now, at work I get probably 30-50 emils a day and on my four personal accounts somewhere in the hundreds. So many people are checking that shit like they are out of coke and it's 3am and waiting for the dealer to mail back.
I don't know.
Suitcases. Alright. There is a disturbing trend of business people carrying around these carry-on size SUITCASES. What the fuck are they hauling around? A desktop pc? A Filing cabinet? The internet in printed form? Some sort of vonage bag phone? Really, I would love to know. On top of said suitcase is usually a bursting at the seams laptop bag. Newspapers and coffee cups spilling everywhere.
Look up the inverse paradoxical effect (Ivan Illich I think.).
We need to seriously re-evaluate what the fuck we are all doing.
Kids and media.
Zombies walk amongst us everyday. I see kids tranced the fuck out on psp's and texting like monkeys everywhere all the time.
(note: I love technology and can trace out on media and the internet with the best of them...but we need balance.)
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GEMINI (May 21-June 20): Public respect and admiration will fall at your feet, Gemini, as long as you flaunt what makes you different than the other kids on the playground. No fence-straddling, double-talking diplomacy is liable to get you half as far as placing a fat bet on either red or black and watching the ball spin round. Whether you like it or not, the tides are undeniably turning in your career and/or community reputation… and it's most likely to profit you directly when you surge with the coursing changes, rather than holding on for dear life. Be open to having your prescribed role totally rewritten, to heed new directives or handle different duties. All the while, bear in mind last week's missive on maintaining integrity in personal relationships… especially as a certain troublemaker is eagerly trying to get you on his/her side. The usual strategy of remaining non-committal, letting the mischief-maker think you might agree without actually going on record one way or the other, simply won't cut it. Even if it's merely a perception that you two are a team, it'll do harm to your credibility. And when he/she goes down, you're going down, too. As you negotiate this possible interpersonal turmoil, keep the long-term big-picture perspective firmly in your mind's forefront. You're only apt to jeopardize this fortuitous moment by fixating on little crap that won't matter a week from now, let alone in a year. In the spirit of Uranus, be an agent of radical revolution… and let the chips fall where they may.