Creating a new thing

So I've been assigned to make multiple collages for a painting class of mine and I've been thinking about creating things. A lot of what we consider to be a great new idea turns out to be a couple of old ideas in a costume hanging out together so that nobody recognizes them anymore.

And recently I've heard of the idea that many people who create a thing have no idea what that thing will be used for. For instance there are people who have created a water filter that works by pedaling a bicycle, so that people in South Asian and African countries who have to travel to their water can have clean water.

Which by the way could be the cause of some of the next major wars. With the continuing population boom; water, especially clean water is increasingly in demand. There are even people who are buying up water rights in Texas so that in a decade or two they can capitalize off of the needs of cities to have water.

Which brings me back to creating things. In modern American society much of what people do is consume, and serve and never do we really create items. This was started way back in the 70s when business culture went from a model of long term stability and value to short term profit and high risk/high return ventures. So creating things came out as a negative as it took time and resources without large returns where everyone could get rich quick.

The addage goes that everyone wants to create and no one wants to maintain anything, but I think it's more that creators think that everything that they make ought to be maintained without their input and a ride for life off of one act.

Which is why I think journalists are dying off. People don't care about articles for the most part as they are not interactive and everyone wants to have their own two cents counted. Writers are disappointed when their articles aren't read and people turn directly to sports, stocks and editorials.

I don't think bloggers want to be journalists or that journalists create news. So I won't cry when the newspaper dies. Ads were their business and not the news, I just hope that they realize that for the most part unlike me, people don't actively want their destruction.

For most people the most beautiful thing they can hear is "I'm listening" and have that statement be true.

We all want to create a new thing and have someone care. Anyway if you got something to show and tell lemme know. It's worth a try.

Starting again

Every year around this time it seems I get to start again. Be it the school, or the Navy I've always had this time to make a new start. This time I'm starting at a negative, that is a negative cash flow. It seems university life is expensive. Who Knew?!

So I'm waiting for the Veterans Affairs office to send me money to school myself. And I'm finding that waiting for uncertain money makes a man nervous. It's an itch on the back of my mind saying "You there worry more!" and I don't like to worry I find it makes me less likely to smile and more likely to hate everyone.

And I found out why this afternoon. It's evolutionary my dear reader. If you worry and depress yourself you make yourself a more analytical person and focus more on your problems, making it more likely that you'll fix said problems just to make this awful feeling go the hell away.

So the next time you worry figure out what to do and do it. It'll go away and we can go out and have a good time.

Thoughts

So I'm still learning, and I've got the general feeling of I don't belong here, that I hear is common among people in talented disciplines. The worst part of it is that I'm not sure one way or another if I'm just insecure, or should be doing something different.

One thing I know is that most people don't know what they want to do for the rest of their life, until it's mostly over. I also know that part of the reason to feel like this is that risk like this is hard to judge until afterward.

Unlike Robert Frost's narration I'm actually taking a road less traveled. He did take a road less traveled but the poem's personage didn't.

In other news the newspaper is dying and I'm pushing it into the coffin.

Neon Lights fade for a moment

I'm working right now on some pieces for an art show next week, and school projects besides, I don't expect much but the experience has me thinking how a person metamorphs throughout life. We go through the usual experiences of childhood, adolescence, young adulthood, adulthood, and elderly, but those are trivial to me.

The changes that interest me are the decisions that turn us down one path or another. Movies, stories and the like act as if your decisions can be subconscious, or forced by fate, but those decisions don't change who you are. It is the ones we make knowing full well that there are other lives, other people that we could be that make me think.

Prostitutes in Nevada are looking for a tax to be put on them so they can gain some form of legitimacy as an industry. This is a decision to become society instead of a fringe part of it. I wonder when though did people decide to become the edge and what makes them push to take away part of what is them to become something new.

Shows like "House" say that people don't change, I can't believe that.

Other Worlds

If there is anything that keeps me from doing work more than the Idea of other worlds, especially other worlds that I could visit and interact in I have yet to learn of it. Books, Games, Movies, practically my whole life revolves around other worlds and the rules that govern them. If I play a game or watch a movie nothing takes me out of a world more than rules of the world being broken.

This is a very hard thing for writers to accomplish and I realize this. Writers are constantly plagued by continuity errors, or even worse having their vision misunderstood, and people calling or rather writing them out, on.

However even if there are errors concepts will keep me in if the world has problems. Netflix, that wonderful service that is giving me streaming movies, has provided me with Sliders, a series that is all about visiting other earths, or rather the same earth in different dimensions. I realize that this makes me an anomaly as most men read (if they read at all) Non-fiction, whereas women read fiction. (Citatation Needed)

(Which might explain why I like to talk to women more than I like talking to men; that or boobs)

Back to sliders, I continue watching the series dispite characters being more or less stupid because world creation is important to me. By the way Y The Last Man The comic didn't really hold me as far as story went but the world created held my attention as I'd really like to see how things would change in a world where men are a commodity, of course for me I'd like to know it from the women's point of view seeing as I've pretty much got the guys side covered.

Anyway One last lit drop Slaughterhouse Five was a reread for me this week. Second time through I'll have to say was just as good as the first. Pick it up if you have the chance.

Laters,
Zex

Ending Over 2 Months of not posting things

So the last couple of months have been busy for me. School has started up again on me and I'm finding that this semester is more than a little boring. I'm ending up with 2 Art History courses and a Biology Course that are lecture classes each at about an hour and a half long. I'm convinced that these courses actually bend time. For each hour that is spent in these courses I swear that 7.23 days pass by me. In order that the time spent in these things to be only the hour and some change that they swear they are space and time must be bent and squished and if we can figure out how this is accomplished we may be able to make people live for damn near ever.

New Years Eve and the following week left me broke and as such I've only had enough money for rent for the past month and the trend is continuing into this month. Well, rent and tuition. The situation is starting to clear, but until march I forsee no new and dramatic measures from this one to save the economy. I know that Matt predicts crazy new problems for the country in the form of New Deal Style legislation but currently I'm sure that we are living in a part of history that is drier than most parts I've heard about.

There is a lot of energy needed to change the world and right now everything seems to be in a compression state like a spring that is being pushed tightly together waiting for release. Or perhaps more excitingly like the energy of a woman as she is slowly excited to action by her lover, slow at first but picking up energy as things go along.

Of course all this comes from the eyes of a student wanting to get things over with this semester.
I've spent so very much of my life in institutions and schools that I'm starting to see tests in my dreams and desks in my nightmares. And then I'll go to class and see that I do, especially in art Classes is similar to others in only that we paint, draw or create, but everything I do resembles nothing of anyone else. And I wonder if my eyes are broken.

However, everyone who meets me always have let me know that I'll do just fine, in fact there's something that I don't see that everyone else sees and I wonder if I'm just too close to the trees to see the forest.

In other news go read http://www.fmylife.com/top for a good laugh.

The Hook

As the air around me settles into the usual apartment fair. I'm thinking about the hook. It's a term in music where a slow start is suddenly ended by loud buoyant sound and continued on in. After the hook you can lead an audience where you want it to go. The hook is a popular mode of gaining listeners.

Bam!

OOOOOHHHH!

Yeeaaah!


The success of the Hook leads to many pop songs having a similar sound. It works. I can tell you from years of public speaking that I've seen the hook in great speakers. I never had the term for it lodged there in my brain though. English majors often talk about hooking the audience in the first sentance of a book, and without it you fail. This makes me think otherwise. Find a point in the line about 45 seconds of reading in and let it scream.

Make it come from nowhere and stop your reader from letting go. Lead them in control their emotions until they realize an hour later that they can't stop reading. But try out that hook. We know other devices of building to a climax then pulling completely out of it and leaving the reader hanging. Just a little more they cry and we breathe to them, follow me and I'll give you everything you're looking for.

Whispering secrets about others and giving a nod in the right direction as well. That's what we know. But lets not forget the hook.

I hate the idea that we must trick people into listening to us, The metaphores all sound like parts of a trap. A KerSNAP! HAHAHAHA I've got you dear reader and I won't let you go. It's so maniacal.

I prefer to let the strength of my ideas and words stand like a monument against the winds of critism, but I know that without knowing the tricks they might as well be an epitaph on a grave that mold has grown over