Friday, December 15, 2006

halocaust one


threatened with the verge of extinction, a lone embassy is dispatched from the draught-stricken planet of dracor. Hoping to secure the fabled “rain-machines” from the far off planet Baal, the convoy wishes to avert the impending disaster of extinction. The crew of the manetie spacecraft are approaching the star system. After 6 months of suspended animation, the crew are about to be roused from hibernation.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

way to go clarence!


it seems as though we find ourselves in an age of political correctness. it's a bit absurd to mandate morals, but at the same time our society has become so convoluted, confused, and corrupt that it’s rather difficult to ascertain something we can all agree on.
case in point, this current seminar i was hauled into on the evils sexual harassment, not for any misconduct of my own, but for the potential waywardness of my gender. upon acceptance to my position, i had to check off on a bunch of statements to the effect that i won’t make any unwanted advances.
i almost feel as if we are having our scope of human interactions limited by fear of reprimend and repercussions, but at the same time anything can be misconstrued as some sort of unwarranted come on. i feel as though it’s safer not to talk at all to people, lest i be caught out as the pervert i am.
yesterday's icebreakers turned very confusing, our exercise consisted of commenting on somebody’s appearance. “oh, i notice that you are drinking coffee”. it seemed so mundane i wanted to reduce it further than i did. i notice we’re all homosapiens, we are all breathing the same air.
great conversation starters are those. if anyone came at me with that i’d be hard pressed to want to say anything back. i can see someone taking what i say and totally misconstruing my intentions. it seems as though we as males are being sent some mixed messages. we are told to respect womens' boundries, but at the same time are being asked to engage on a personal level. i had to admit i felt somewhat uncomfortable with the line of interaction, stating that it's not something that i would ever do to a complete stranger. i wanted to say, i notice that you make your labels prominent. i notice that you are seriously overweight. i notice that you won't face me, even though we are sitting next to eachother. i notice that we men are in the minority in this particular workplace.
it must’ve all started with the confirmation hearings of our dear friend, the honorable clarence thomas. although it's ancient history to some, it did hearld the end of the free reign of men around the water coola. it's strange how the supreme court confirmation of someone at the top effects a top down change to the lowliest janator. all cause this one man got turned on by woman who wasn't interested, all men are being punished. it was popular at the time for libers to have bumperstickers that read "i believe you, anita". yeah, i do too einsteins! he's a man! hello, newsflash. maybe clarence just wasn't too keen on reading the signs. i'm sure history would've taken a different course had he noticed she wasn't lapping up his "long john" banter. i guess it's true that one person can change the world and not always for the better.
it must’ve been a golden age, when the desires of men could run free, now we’re being hunted down like the last dinosaurs. it’s almost as if a kind of social castration is taking place. i don’t mind being a good boy, but i certainly resent being told i have to be one, that’s when it gets a little insulting to anyones’ intelligence. however, i must concede that much of my bretheren are rather lopsided in their social skills and could do with a fair amout of policing. just cause you become a supreme court justice, doesn't necessarily mean that you have any real social skills, let alone even gotten lucky on the job. unfortunately, although we may try to relegate lower-level needs, people will continue to have office romances and men will continue to be cavemen. i guess there's certain things you shouldn't have to put up with, especially on the job.
maybe a better seminar would be "how to read women". let's watch jimmy try to score in the breakroom. i can see it now, a girl will be enjoying a coffee and jimmy will try to come on to her. of course she won't be interested for argument's sake. on the basis of how she was acting, should jimmy feel a)encouraged b)discouraged c)rageful d)indifferent. if anyone gets it wrong, they have to go to onto further courses, perhaps even some dating classes.
essentially we are all alone in the universe, so it shouldn't surprize us if one of us becomes estranged,lonely, or horny from time to time. perhaps the kind of learning we should all receive doesn't always happen. maybe instead of making people right or wrong, it might serve society better to admit that we have a fundamental difference in how we perceive the opposite sex.

Friday, December 01, 2006

float on betty


Artist's Comments

i keep getting these annoying reunion flyers in the mail, which are really asking for money. i think why would i want to see these people again when i couldn't stand them the first time around?
anyways, i think i'm trying to get to the bottom of what beauty means in american culture. i am trying to turn traditional subjective nature of the feminine on it's ear. i always find strong females to be particularly threatening to the status quo of a male dominated society. an interesting link or parallel if you will between the worlds of s&m and the homecoming queen is the common exchange of the currency of beauty. it's almost as if this stabalizes the market and drives the system. still, it's with fear and loathing that i approach these subjects because at the same time i realize that the feminine holds some danger to my well being. on some level i am trying to disassemble a sort of bomb.
am trying to understand the world through my art. why does one thing seem appealing or what are we really drawn to and what does that ultimately say about us? how much is programmed and how much innate? why do i find certain forms appealing and why am i always regurgitation them?
i find it hillarious that we live in a puritanical society that still believes the devil is a little dude who lives in the ground with a pointy beard and a pitchfork. i am entrigued how different society has become in the last 40 years. how hard it has become to structure a society that seems bloated on apathy and indifference, but all the while lumbering towards some unforeseeable tragic outcome, driven by a system that basically kills the soul.
i find it interesting that no matter how far i swim, my point of reference will always be los angeles. for seeing the worst in human nature so young casts a grim pall for my later years. how does one embrace normalcy when all one has known is chaos? where does one fit in this vast tract of imagineless yearnings? what is the ultimate aim of this existance? can we really know ourselves and do we really want to?