Holy shit – I’m fucked.
Holy shit – I’m fucked.
If you’re creating any kind of art, don’t be coy and water down the things you love.
Instead, crank that shit up to eleven. Emotional response, not technique, is what people respond to.
If you love something that intensely, trust me – there’s at least a few other people on this planet who share your obsession.
I can only judge you based on your actions. I don’t care about your shield of irony or “layers of context,” and I definitely don’t care about your apathy.
I just care about what you do.
Everyone mis-speaks and sometimes says things they regret. Maybe you were trying to be funny and failed – that’s all cool and ok, because you’ve got the irrefutable record of your actions to back you up.
We can over-intellectualize this stuff and end up chasing our tails – I don’t really give a shit about that.
I will, however, make my judgment based on what you do and not a single mis-step you made publicly.
To quote Joe E. Brown: Nobody’s perfect.
When I was a kid I never felt broken, because to be broken implies that you were whole at some point, and then something happened and you became broken. No, I just felt defective, like I was somehow missing parts that other people seemed to have. I wasn’t sure what those parts were, mind you. How can you miss something you never had? I just knew there was a whole lot of shit that everyone else seemed to know and I had absolutely no idea WTF they were talking about. So there was a pretty steep learning curve of figuring out how to be a functional human.
It didn’t help that I got pretty much zero guidance from my parents. And to make matters worse, I seemed to be pretty smart, so naturally people would just assume that I knew whatever obvious shit they were doing, when in reality I was just trying to figure it out on the fly. I remember in first grade, in one of my first classes, the teacher had all the kids get up and stand in a circle. Dutifully, I did as she said and joined the other children waiting for instruction. She proceeded to say Now we’re going to practice our vowels.
Ok – there’s two things you need to know about me before I go any further. The first one is that I somehow learned how to read early. I don’t really remember how, I just remember reading books from a really young age. They seemed to have a magical ability to transport me to unknown worlds, and as a result they were like drugs to escape the chaos of my abusive home life. The other thing is a very weird quirk that’s probably some kind of learning disorder – I’ve always mis-read and mis-heard words, usually imagining they say something dark and inappropriate. For example, I used to regularly drive down this stretch of highway where there was a billboard advertising a shopping mall that said “Valley Fair Mall.” The problem was, every time I drove past it, I would read it as “Valley Fear Mall.” It didn’t matter how many times I saw it, I always read it the same way. It’s like I’m constantly interpreting the world as a sinister place, only instead of frightening me or make me anxious, I somehow find it comforting. I know, weird.
Anyway, so now I’m standing in a circle with the other kids in first grade and the teacher says Now we’re going to practice our vowels. Only I didn’t hear it that way – instead I hear her say Now we’re going to practice our bows. Just as I’m thinking Why are we going to practice bowing – is the Queen coming to our classroom? This is weird, ‘cuz we’re in Virginia and I think if royalty was coming to school I would have known about it – she looks at me and I freeze. All the other kids are silently watching and the teacher has that look on her face that says Go ahead. It’s funny the things you remember; that one seems to be burned into my brain because it’s still fresh 55 years later.
Like a deer frozen in headlights, I just stood there. Even at that young age, I already knew better than to trust my interpretation of any new situation. After a moment, the teacher turns to the chalkboard where she had written A, E, I, O, U. Pointing at the first letter, she looks at the class and says What letter is this? All the kids intone A in ragged unison. Meanwhile, I’m thinking Jesus Christ, I almost just bowed in front of the whole class. Everyone, including the teacher, would have forever thought I was some kind of idiotic lunatic. That was a close one…
It was at that precise moment I realized that my brain didn’t work the same way other people’s did. It was an important lesson.
Darkness like the shutting down of a thousand suns
All meaning transformed into nothingness
Buffalo up: What’s that – Carl Augustine you say?
Buffalo down – random event.
Nice to know you’re still around…
Don’t kid yourself – whenever you “remember” something, your recollection is just that: it’s your memory of something that by it’s very nature is somewhat subjective – because you are remembering not just the event itself, but also how it affected and changed you, and to make it even more complicated the memory of this event will change over time. This doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, or even that our memories are faulty – it just means that as our memories become part of the fabric of our life, they become filtered through our own perceptions and the stories we tell ourselves.
Can there be more than one “truth?“
Yes, I’m afraid their can. In fact, I would go so far as to say that no two people who experience the same event will remember it the same.
Are these multiple “truths” all true?
In the end, I think they are. They are the stories we have convinced ourselves to believe, for better or worse. Even the lies become true, at least in the sense that we have made them so – by replaying them over and over in our minds.
This, however, should be noted: We have the power to change these perceived truths, and in fact we do it all the time. We have the ability to recognize lies and correct them, as we also have the power to distort the truth into a lie.
It’s always good to periodically remind ourselves the limitations of human nature.
What does this even mean? And what the fuck does it say about the personality and character of the person in question? Sheesh… I certainly picked the right job, but it’s weird – sometimes I start my day feeling out of sorts, and as soon as shit starts ramping up and feeling chaotic I start to feel comfortable – I actually look forward to it.
And on the flip side, on the rare occasion when things are actually slow, I begin to get uncomfortable. And if it persists, I start to get creeped out – I mean palpably uneasy.
I want to be clear, though: I am not one of those people who will start trouble just to create drama – not my style. Instead, I just go in my head and amuse myself there until something more interesting happens in my environment.
Then I’m fully engaged – ready to try and figure out another catastrophe.
What’s wrong with me?
To state the obvious: You can never return to a state of innocence, no matter how badly you might wish. To think otherwise is a fool’s game.
Unfortunately, in life, you can’t un-know things.
“Always assume the worst case scenario and work backwards from there.”
This is how we (medicine and nursing) think in the ER. We come at it from slightly different angles but the end result is the same. Medicine uses the paradigm of the “differential diagnosis,” which is really just a process of elimination. The doc looks at the patient and, based on symptoms and presentation, will begin eliminating worst-case scenarios.
Nurses, on the other hand, are more concerned about the nuts and bolts of the situation. When people are critically ill and/or dying there isn’t a lot of time to dick around thinking about what to do next. You learn to think five steps ahead so that you’re ready when shit goes south – and oh my friend, make no mistake – it will go south.
But if you already assumed it was going south, you’re good. You know exactly how to respond because you’ve played out this scenario, or something very close, many times before – even if some of them were only in your mind.
Mind you, I’m not saying that this is a good way to live your life outside of a profession that demands it.
But it sure can come in handy if the situation requires it.
If two people are in charge, everyone dies.
Okay, I know real life isn’t quite that dramatic, but you get the idea.
The reason it’s so important to answer this question is this: You can’t say that you failed at something without having had a clearly defined vision of what success would have looked like.
I’ll go even further and say that success for any given endeavor may not necessarily be a stationary target – I would argue that your idea of what success looks like should organically evolve with the work.
But there is another adjacent but critical concept to always keep in mind. Even if you fail to achieve something you had a clearly defined outcome for, if you find yourself thinking “I am a failure,” you must immediately stop and recognize this as a cognitive distortion, a toxic script you are playing out in your mind that has no basis in reality.
You should instead be proud of your failures, because they are proof that you are growing and moving forward. Understand that this is what successful people do.
They fail. Over and over and over again, until they finally get it right. So if you’re failing, just remember this:
You’re getting closer to success.
Best case scenario? You learn something, make some connections, soak up ideas from fellow attendees, speakers, and vendors, and just generally get a little pumped up by the energy.
Depending on the size and the industry, they can be quite a production. I am at one now and it has been an interesting experience.
Expanded my perspective a bit? Affirmative.
I don’t hate corporations per se, but I hate what they represent – and I loathe what they have done to culture and society. Let me be a little more specific..
At one time, there used to be family run restaurants all over America. Every town and neighborhood had its own selection, complete with whatever quirky dishes and recipes that were unique to that particular establishment. The concept of corporate fast food franchises didn’t really start to take off across America until the late sixties. Before that every small town had its own burger joint, run by someone locally.
What this meant was that, in order for a local restaurant to succeed, they had to provide something special that you couldn’t easily do at home. And because each restaurant was its own little world, it was unique – whatever they made had stood the test of time and proven itself. This, of course, was a great point of pride for the owners. They knew they had made something special, something you couldn’t get anywhere else, and their loyal customers were proof of that.
But corporations are the opposite of that – everything in corporate franchises is pre-measured and designed to be as blandly pleasing as possible. Recipes are designed in laboratories with maximum profit the end goal. Every last bit of individuality is ground out so as not to offend anyone, thus making it possible to reproduce each serving exactly the same bland fucking way at every goddamn location across the planet. There’s no humanity left – it’s all mediocre. It wasn’t even designed to be great, greatness never even entered into the equation.
And this my friend, is what we’ve done to countless industries in America. Let’s be clear: corporations are not people, regardless of what Mitt Romney believes. In fact, part of their appeal to the businessman is to remove him from liability. The corporation is liable, not him – an important distinction if you get sued for poisoning your customers or stiffing your vendors.
I hate making blanket statements, but here’s one: Any product made by committee sucks. Movies, food, cars – suck, suck, and suck. Great stuff is created by visionaries.
Oh, and BTW – in case you’re wondering – a band isn’t a committee.
It’s a wolf pack.
“America was created by true believers and passionate dreamers, by hucksters and their suckers—which over the course of four centuries has made us susceptible to fantasy, as epitomized by everything from Salem hunting witches to Joseph Smith creating Mormonism, from P. T. Barnum to Henry David Thoreau to speaking in tongues, from Hollywood to Scientology to conspiracy theories, from Walt Disney to Billy Graham to Ronald Reagan to Oprah Winfrey to Donald Trump. In other words: mix epic individualism with extreme religion; mix show business with everything else; let all that steep and simmer for a few centuries; run it through the anything-goes 1960s and the Internet age; the result is the America we inhabit today, where reality and fantasy are weirdly and dangerously blurred and commingled.“– Kurt Anderson, from “Fantasyland: How America Went Haywire”
On a conceptual level, these are the fundamental building blocks of music composition. As humans we like to hear a theme, usually a melody (but it could also be a chord progression or rhythm) repeated enough to be pleasurable but not so much as to become irritating. It feels good so we want to hear it over and over.
This repitition must then be broken by something novel and unexpected – and it is this juxtaposition of the familiar and the unexpected that keeps us listening. These concepts hold true regardless of genre – classical, pop, jazz – all rely on this basic idea.
But for the sake of simplicity, pop music (jazz and classical are a bit more complicated) is filled with examples. Pretty much every successful pop tune has examples of this phenomenon, some more obvious than others. These concepts have been developed into a science with contemporary pop/rap.
Today, however, repetitive themes tend to be much simpler and novelty is introduced more from sound design than actual music – actually, sophisticated digital processing often provides both the themes and the novelty. I really don’t think this is a question of better or worse rather, however it bears the question:
Imagine what cool shit you could make by combining both ideas.
After his second fight with Mike Tyson was stopped on a disqualification, because Mike had bitten chunks out his ear not once, but twice, Evander Holyfield’s initial reaction was, of course, anger.
We know that today, 22 years later, Evander has been vocal about forgiving Tyson, which is pretty amazing by itself. But how long did it take?
In a recent interview, Holyfield answered that question without hesitation.
“By the time I got back in the locker room, I had forgiven him. My whole team was angry, but I just asked them, Whose ear did he bite? Mine, and I’m saying I forgive him.”
Seriously – why bother doing anything? OK, I’m being a bit facetious here, but whenever I wonder why I’m spending my precious time doing something, I think “What exactly is the return here?” This blog is a good example – periodically I hit a wall and ask my self exactly this question.
If my goal is to generate income, then what we have here is an epic fail. Maybe it’s to build an audience of readers? If so, let’s call this epic fail #2. But maybe those aren’t the right reasons to write a daily blog…
Would I like people to read it and get something out of it? Sure! Do I do anything to promote it? No. So clearly that’s not my reason for doing it. But every time it gets hard and I think about stopping, there are a few things that come to mind that I’m not quite sure I want to give up.
I know I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating to myself whenever I get discouraged. I’m 62 years old, so the act of writing something everyday and making it public, whether anyone reads or not, forces me to be more engaged with the world. It makes me pay attention, and that just makes life more interesting.
So I guess the answer to “Why bother?” is to ask yourself yet another question.
What am I getting out of this?
There’s your answer.
Mode of arrival: Ambulance
Chief complaint: Sniffed cocaine and heroin – “I feel better now”
OK, let’s get this straight. You were trying to do the right thing, but it’s a treacherous world and your good intentions led you into murky water.
Nobody got hurt – let it go and perhaps be a little more cautious next time. Take a deep breath and don’t beat yourself up.
Be kind to yourself.