life is really cool on thursdays
i really really really like my thursday class [the artist and the making of meaning].
yeah... it would be easy to take the standard college mentality and be all "oh well its just some bullshit class where some old dude talks at us about art for forever" but you know its really not. he lets us talk. he lets us throw our opinions at each other like angered monkeys throwing shit and i love it [i mean, it really doesnt get that serious or heated, but thats kinda what the discussion process makes me think of. crazy monkey mess]. i want to be like stephen shipps when i grow up. he is a smart smart man.
but this class...its getting my head working again. we just got let out and i have so many things ideas questions floating around inside my skull and i am so very happy to be hosting them. and they intrigue me to the point at which living is still an adventure, its still a study and there is so much yet to be known. not like, known by the world at large and shared human experience[ because i know that probably the answers that i come upon have probably been discussed somewhere by someone before, thats just the folly of being born so late after so many thinking people], but like...known by me. i dont want to read about things that people have thought before. i like coming upon them myself. thats what makes me so proud about the way i live and my own personal philosophy...its that i came upon all the conclusions that i have about my own life through decisions i have made by myself.
empowering. yeah. i feel in power of my world today.
now to eat and write that essay that the whole class is gonna have to look at tomorrow. no pressure or anything.
no. none. power. i am in power.
hope the rest of your day is good to you.
yeah... it would be easy to take the standard college mentality and be all "oh well its just some bullshit class where some old dude talks at us about art for forever" but you know its really not. he lets us talk. he lets us throw our opinions at each other like angered monkeys throwing shit and i love it [i mean, it really doesnt get that serious or heated, but thats kinda what the discussion process makes me think of. crazy monkey mess]. i want to be like stephen shipps when i grow up. he is a smart smart man.
but this class...its getting my head working again. we just got let out and i have so many things ideas questions floating around inside my skull and i am so very happy to be hosting them. and they intrigue me to the point at which living is still an adventure, its still a study and there is so much yet to be known. not like, known by the world at large and shared human experience[ because i know that probably the answers that i come upon have probably been discussed somewhere by someone before, thats just the folly of being born so late after so many thinking people], but like...known by me. i dont want to read about things that people have thought before. i like coming upon them myself. thats what makes me so proud about the way i live and my own personal philosophy...its that i came upon all the conclusions that i have about my own life through decisions i have made by myself.
empowering. yeah. i feel in power of my world today.
now to eat and write that essay that the whole class is gonna have to look at tomorrow. no pressure or anything.
no. none. power. i am in power.
hope the rest of your day is good to you.