So apparently I’m getting sort of lazy with this stuff. This stuff meaning writing in my weblog, apparently. Blah.
Just woke up from a nap….a nap I took with a heavy pillow over my face to block out the light. Said pillow somehow led to everything being all blurry when I got woken up by the phone. It’s happened before, won’t be the last time. I’ll see clearly again in another ten minutes, probably. Blah.
Saw Fahrenheit 9/11 yesterday. If you haven’t seen it, go see it. NOW. And if you supported Bush before, and still support Bush after seeing it, I’m coming to your house to punch you in the nose. Twice.
Once again wondering what the fuck to do with my life. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. Photography is, in some form or another, what I inted to do with my life. The question, as always, is what direction to go in. As I was explaining to someone earlier today, there are essentially two and a half major directions I could go in. First, there’s commercial photography, which is interesting, but on the industry scale is run in a completely stupid manner and which feeds an economy and value system that I fundamentally hate. Second, there’s fine art photography. As with anything in the art world, though, this field is chock full of egotistical phonies, assholes, and derivative dickheads who generally make your life difficult by making it impossible to get your work into galleries and shows while they fill up walls with total shit. That other half option is using my photography and combining it with my skills in and love for the natural sciences to try and make a difference in environmental things. Why is that only a half option? Because while it’s perfectly valid, I’ve sworn it off at least three times already. But then, it seems I just might not yet be at a stage where I’m ready to devote myself to that.
Sometimes I think I should just run a poll and make my decision based on what random people thing. Granted, that’s a completely horrible idea, but at least it would get something decided.
Right now the song A Warm Place by NINmakes me think of what Enigma might be like if he were less lame and remotely awesome.
My mind is now blank. Time to do something else.
