Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I've not much more to say really. My wife is now a Doctor of Organic Chemistry. I'm so proud that all else seems feeble. She rocks.
Friday, August 7, 2009
How did she do it?
Anorexia! It's painfully obviously that anorexia was the answer to all her weight issues. There is no other way to explain that gaunt chicken neck, hollow eyes and tooth pick arms.
The 1 Golden Tip! - Don't eat!
Get some bugers and fries honey. You need them.
The difference...
...between being an aficionado and a pretendy pseudo expert who thinks they know it all.
The "aficionado" treats his stuff tenderly and apreciates the time and process put into the object.
The "pretendy pseudo expert" blabbers on with insultory comments based on a bogus intelectuall analysis placing himself above the object.
Example:
The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" was treated with tender care, left on shelves, archived delicately by the "aficionado". The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" was cared for and treasured for it's artistic content and value by the "aficionado". The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" if often talked about in a respectfull, humble way, appreciated for the process behind it's being by the "aficionado"
The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" was shoved into a bag and dented/scratched by the "pretendy pseudo expert". The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" was in a rapelike manner forced open and had it's spine cracked in a xerox machine by the "pretendy pseudo expert". The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" was discarded in a heap of other "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" by the "pretendy pseudo expert". The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" is constaly ridiculed for it's sheer existance by the "pretendy pseudo expert".
So what differs a nerdy fan from an stroppy expert?
Respect, engagement, and true passion. Anyone can study, read up on shit, produce and spend time yapping about this and that from their own estimation and dictate which way the wind blows. But if you lack the respect, engagement and true passion, then it's better to keep your trap shut. Your opinons validate nothing if it's only an opionon based on your insecure ignorance.
There is beauty in everthing. Everything! You wouldn't criticize or talk down to one of your own children would you? Even if it was the most butt-ugly child on the face of the planet, you would love and support it. You would expect everyone else to treat it with tender care, be talked about in a respectfull, humble way, treasure it, appreciate it, value it. Wouldn't you?
That's the commitment you make when you engage the arts. There are no bad books, there are no bad movies, there are no bad comics, ther is no bad art, there is no bad music. Sure, you are entitled to not like certain books, art, movies, comics, music. But do not put down the process behind it. Those people got off their asses and CREATED, BIRTHED, PRODUCED an artifact that will be around for a long time after your sorry ass "pretendy pseudo expert"opinion is lost in time. Where as nerdy fans will never die.
Fans elevate the underground to mainstream, the unknown to infamous, the desciples to masters. We will always be the true backbone of the artistic world, the advocates of admiration, the groupies of culture, the opponents of ingorance.
The "aficionado" treats his stuff tenderly and apreciates the time and process put into the object.
The "pretendy pseudo expert" blabbers on with insultory comments based on a bogus intelectuall analysis placing himself above the object.
Example:
The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" was treated with tender care, left on shelves, archived delicately by the "aficionado". The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" was cared for and treasured for it's artistic content and value by the "aficionado". The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" if often talked about in a respectfull, humble way, appreciated for the process behind it's being by the "aficionado"
The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" was shoved into a bag and dented/scratched by the "pretendy pseudo expert". The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" was in a rapelike manner forced open and had it's spine cracked in a xerox machine by the "pretendy pseudo expert". The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" was discarded in a heap of other "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" by the "pretendy pseudo expert". The "Book", "Film", "Comic", "Art", "Music" is constaly ridiculed for it's sheer existance by the "pretendy pseudo expert".
So what differs a nerdy fan from an stroppy expert?
Respect, engagement, and true passion. Anyone can study, read up on shit, produce and spend time yapping about this and that from their own estimation and dictate which way the wind blows. But if you lack the respect, engagement and true passion, then it's better to keep your trap shut. Your opinons validate nothing if it's only an opionon based on your insecure ignorance.
There is beauty in everthing. Everything! You wouldn't criticize or talk down to one of your own children would you? Even if it was the most butt-ugly child on the face of the planet, you would love and support it. You would expect everyone else to treat it with tender care, be talked about in a respectfull, humble way, treasure it, appreciate it, value it. Wouldn't you?
That's the commitment you make when you engage the arts. There are no bad books, there are no bad movies, there are no bad comics, ther is no bad art, there is no bad music. Sure, you are entitled to not like certain books, art, movies, comics, music. But do not put down the process behind it. Those people got off their asses and CREATED, BIRTHED, PRODUCED an artifact that will be around for a long time after your sorry ass "pretendy pseudo expert"opinion is lost in time. Where as nerdy fans will never die.
Fans elevate the underground to mainstream, the unknown to infamous, the desciples to masters. We will always be the true backbone of the artistic world, the advocates of admiration, the groupies of culture, the opponents of ingorance.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Back to the Wars!
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Reading...
Dennis Wheatley's To the Devil A Daughter, from 1953. This book, among with quite a few other Wheatley books used to be on the top shelf of my parents book collection, and I could spend ages looking at those covers, especially To the Devil A Daughter. It has a wonderfull Pulpy feeling to it, erotic and scary, seductive and dangerous. No wonder I used to oogle the covers over and over again as an adloescent young lad.Strangely my father claims that the books where his mothers, that means my Gran. But she was a devout Catholic and I have some serious doubt that she would read such tripe. But then on the other hand, Good does always prevail over Evil in Dennis Wheatley's novels, so she might just have had herself a little flirtation with the Devil...
Friday, July 31, 2009
Jammer Time
The wife makes Jam. Delicious Jam, with berries off our garden. Not just once, but almost one a week throughout the summer. Here she's completing the last batch of Blueberry Jams for consumption from now...
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Conduct.
After a few days of prepping, our friends arrived and we hit the rock. My friend thought it was a tough little track and together we worked out several tricky parts making it able for me to fulfill my goal this summer. To get across the full course in one go. Which I did yesterday. So I'm going back to civilization a happy climber fully content on working indoors for the next eleven months.
I feel so much more satisfied than I did some two months ago when I sat in panic over the expenses of buying those shoes. I can honestly consider myself a Boulder Climber and next on the list is to master ropes and then I'll break this Rock in next summer... if not before.
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