Showing posts with label Taking a Piss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Taking a Piss. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Taking A Piss, part deux

And who knows how many more examples there will be.  No matter - as long as it's this good I'll take it. 

Remember the stupid saga of Donald Trump demanding the President provide the long-form proof of birth ...which ended with the hysterical shaming by our said President at the 2011 White House Correspondents dinner?  Well the Donald couldn't stop there could he?  I would have.  Most of us would.  This idiot then moved on to demanding the President prove his university attendance!  Now of course none of this is worth of our time...if it wasn't so damn funny!  If you're looking to procrastinate a bit with some light entertainment - follow the trail below - all the way to Bill Maher's most excellent take down Real Time monologue ever. 


some background on Politico with all relevant video clips here. 
 



Report of filed suit by Trump against Maher on Gawker:



Maher pushes”the Donald” up to the stupidity podium like none other.  5 minutes of BRILLIANT comedic writing and delivery that should end the nonsense...right? Too late either way - the Donald's idiocy is of general acceptance apparently that even MacArthur Fellow Michael Dickinson recently alluded to it his in TEDTalk presentation on "How A Fly Flies"[at 6:10...] - lol!!!

Real Time With Bill Maher Episode 271 New Rules (by Buzz Sourse)








RELATED JOURNEY POST:

Taking A Piss (May 2011)

Monday, 30 April 2012

Face Lift Off: Leaving My Facebook Mask(erade) Behind


Well oops - the researcher became the subject as it were! 

I woke up one day and realized that I start and end my days with Facebook.  That I carried it with me in my handbag (ie. my phone).  That I was never really OFF the damn thing!  

Well - actually a few things shook me awake - like some very real world experiences that proved my early observations that folks take Facebook WAY too seriously - assuming all representations of their lives there equate reality; that validity is gained there first.  Concurrent with this were a couple of rude awakenings of very aggressive behaviours and presumptuous expectations from  virtual strangers - 'virtual' being the operative word here. 

Facebook and the like (no pun) have never been more for me than sites to promote  professional efforts, to communicate with  supporters in a personable way, to have fun exchanging written banter on shared interests with friends and acquaintances, and to exchange links + fotos with my peeps/REAL members of my physical life.  (Ironically less exchanges actually happen with my physical-world friends on these platforms - perhaps because we have 'reality' - lol).  I guess in short, FB is like an interactive address book, bookmark keeper, and calendar that makes us all appear to have great memories when it comes to birthdays (come on - birthdays on Facebook rock! lol), or far more active lives by virtue of the 'LiKes' and links we share! 

But somewhere in between my sociological/artistic observation and research of this for my project BRANDED... and me being a participant, I engaged in some of the very same behaviours I was analyzing in others.  I remained fiercely private about matters that don't belong there, and never attacked anyone, but around mid Summer of last year I started spending an inordinate number of hours on that thing! I started needing that interaction for ego strokes, a good laugh at stupid jokes (fun times! sigh...), stimulating conversations/debates at a 'safe' distance, blah blah blah.  I also justified this in the name of promotional necessity for my work.   

The first important statistical fact that bubbled to the surface and smacked my face in was the fact that I wasn't really promoting that much - save for a show post here and there, or appeal to 'LiKe' my page...(eye roll).  Further, I felt I was running out of things to promote.  I spent hours here, thus reducing the amount of free time I had for the life I was investing in before, like writing on this blog for instance; creating more photograpahic or collaborative projects; teaching art with orgs I support; writing proposal submissions for my work; soliciting paying jobs...etc.  Though I have met or reunited with a number of great souls and characters there, the bottom line is that much time spent on FB has not resulted in any appreciable improvement to my physical work process as an artist, nor has it resulted in increased commissions and sales for my work.  Not the way all real life and blogger interractions do.  It's like high school where one will forego doing homework so you can play in the right circles for popularity points.  Who wants to miss the next viral post that proves you being current?!  The number one procrastination tool confessed to by millions is Facebook! Wow.  All I'm saying is like all things, there needs to be
...b a l a n c e.  Of course this is obvious  - as I've continually examined here on this journey blog.  But to wake up inside this particular belly as it were has been a bit stinky and I wear this stink with a bit of embarrassment too, hence my need write it all out here. I believe if we cover up, hide, or 'front' - the beast wins.  So...

...the most liberating thing was to decide to take a break from that amoebic blue world beast - at least for a little while - lol.

A friend of mine, Jimmy, who does this often always referred to Facebook as a country - "sometimes I fly in, visit loved ones - hang out in new spots, meet a couple folks, and then I return home".  

And so I've posted this on Facebook and flown home. I've set up my bathroom darkroom and spent hours doing pinhole photography. Sweet liberation to be shared in subsequent posts.

APRIL 27, 2012:

Not that this is MaJoR news yeah,  but I've been told that without prior warning of FB sabbaticals some folks might create the wrong ideas when they suddenly see a 'friend' disappear. 

So...I'm checking out temporarily from MAY 1st to JULY

I confess that I have fallen into the FB addiction trap - woke up one day a realized this place is getting more of my time than my actual work is.  I know - such an unusual observation right?!!!   Well I like being on top of  my creative work and blogging about that, and other such pass-times as old-fashioned emails, phone calls, yoga, chocolate, cheese shopping, etc.  I need to plug out of this and plug deep into feeding my soul. :)

I expect I'll see many of you in REAL life, and on other spots like ...twitter  (so far that'll stay up tho I still have NO idea how that thing really works...).  But yah - May 1st (that's Tuesday) FB gets the boot for bit... will play til then. :)

One Love Munchkins and Happy Weekend!

B






A fellow Facebooker who thought it a good idea to do the same - photographer Jim Northorp:
  Cyber-Celibacy Facebook No Mo?



RELATED POSTS:
-Some talk about a new project...'BRANDED' (Oct 2010)
-Awakening in the Illusion (Sept 2010)
-Apathy as Peace of Mind? (April 2010)


Monday, 6 June 2011

Colorado Boxes

suburban subdivisions of greater denver - slightly bigger boxes...




foto by SeBiArt - found object piece by Carlos Michael Finn/KANON Gallery, Denver, Colorado

Monday, 16 May 2011

Taking A Piss

I do not purport to be a spoofer, satirist, graphic designer, or anything of the like - but I just can't get over the slick timing of the events in the news over the past 2 weeks.  

From all that nonsense with the presidential hopeful Donald Trump, and his rude, baseless, and thoughtless time wasting insistence on getting proof of Barack Obama's birth place; to the disappointing  concession of said proof.  And then, the hysterical and painful slamming of Trump with college haze-like 'you-think-you-can-handle-this-town?' jokes from both Seth Meyers(SNL Head Writer and Cast Member) and Obama at the Whitehouse Correspondence Dinner (PLEASE watch if you somehow missed that...nonstop hilarity); and finally the ultimate, can I say, 'trump card' issuance less that than 48 hours later - the Obama got Osama/You Can't Touch This bitch slap.  

I don't think I've ever seen someone punked to this level ever,  with absolutely no chance of a comeback.  I mean - wow.   It's possibly the funniest and sexiest thing I've ever seen a current president do - to sweep aside a spoiled, rich and bossy hopeful with absolutely no real political agenda, and just a self centered schtick.  

In the latest news: Trump just announced an hour ago that he will not run for President in 2012 - ahahahaaaa  -  bye bye Donald.  Apparently politics and real estate development ain't the same business bitch.  lol 
 



So a friend of mine (thanks for the 'aha' Mark!)  mentioned Wag the Dog when we were going over the whole thing, and that got me all tickled about making a spoof poster of the film.  Of course so much has happened (and is happening) since then, but I had to put this up here for posterity, joining CNN, BBC, ABC, et al in going on and on and on about this...                                                                                            
(Click the image to see details in bigger copy)

In case you missed it by some unfortunate mishap - the jokes:





Friday, 2 April 2010

Apathy as Peace of Mind?



I’m becoming increasingly concerned by the threatening possibility that the only way to stay calm these days, is quite simply to withdraw into apathy, to block the incomprehensible amount of flying bullshit from every direction.

As soon as I’m anywhere near disingenuous or needlessly competitive self aggrandizing energy, or a TV set, or in earshot of any radio station tuned to just about ANY news station, my brain literally begins to block sound and light, and I start tunneling all mental and physical efforts toward escape.

Currently tangled in the net...



Or maybe this is the detritus result, a remnant sensitivity if you will, to ditching anti-anxiety pills in order to preserve my sanity, memory, and sense of control over my faculties.

Long sigh into the vastness...  


People who need health care in America are fighting against its provision;  one of the world’s oldest and certainly one of the largest organizations - the Catholic Church - is cracking under child abuse scandal and scrutiny now directly hitting the leader itself; the US Census Bureau has decided to offer me the choice to be called a Negro; we seek refuge via Facebook-Twitter-Texting-big screen/little screen love-with-no-talking-or-touching but constant me-me-me marketing; earthquakes are shaking up shit everywhere; China is buying up everything and we have a Tea Party; Israel and Palestine… … …; we're in a recession but people are getting richer...; the Congo – the Congo – the Congo – anybody?; and on and on and on… And here I am, in need of creative inspiration, desperately gripping to the idea that photography of the non-journalistic kind is important.  Humpf. 

Deep breath…


TV/Radio/PC ga-ga off.
Click wheel activated.

Headphones in, vital stats normalizing.

Smilin' - in Jamaica.

Nap time. 








Thursday, 11 February 2010

Dear Chanticleear [with Flowers for McQueen]

I must say I'm proud to know this very talented young poet, Matthew Hittinger,  whom I met some years ago at a friend's party.   I'd like to share a really fun and clever piece he wrote shortly after this meeting which I always enjoy reading...and not just because he named me in it. Heehee.  Seriously check out his site - he's really a gifted, saucy, and fun writer.  


http://matthewhittinger.com/










And here's a garden visit for you too, and flowers for the tragic passing of another clever and saucy talent, Alexander McQueen. Quite shockingly, he hung himself today.  And surprisingly, I can't find any major news articles about it yet - but the fashion industry is spinning and screaming from the loss of this unique, daring, and fearlessly creative genius.  









Thursday, 21 January 2010

Don't Cry For Me Nigeria...

 ...while i take a piss. Hahaha

Have you seen this? A comedic spin on Don't Cry for Me Argentina from the motion picture EVITA.  Lyrics poke fun at the unfortunate events in or associated with Nigeria on the backside of 2009:


-Bomber Mutallab with diaper explosives traveling from the Netherlands

-The impromtu unannounced  2 month leave-of-absence of President 'MIA' Yar Adua and his VP 'Goodluck Johnathon'


Love it.






PLUS - shots from 'Liquid Liberty'











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