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It’s hard for me to appreciate most art, so I’m glad if I manage to do so. Sharing some here.

Since some time, when looking at art, I’ve mentally classified art into art I’d buy and art I wouldn’t buy.

For me this is a sign of where I’m headed. I don’t think that an artist would exclusively think in those terms first thing.

(Keeping in mind that many artists are also collectors themselves)

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If you’d ever plan on buying art (honestly, the best way to help out an artist- and therefore “appreciate” art, like, practically, and foster new and better art- is to buy his produce), my inchoate piece of advice would be not to buy on impulse. Well that’s not a very novel insight for any kind of shopping. It’s better to study a piece, then the series, and in this way build an understanding to the artist. It’s like building (abstract) friendship. You might not know the guy or gal but in some ways are forging a bond and liking her so much that you already approve of all things that she’ll say in future. True, you yourself and therefore your preferences might change. But the wonderful thing about yourself is that there’s a core within you that doesn’t. And the discovery of that is what is the allure of being moved by art.

Art is a very immobile thing. It’s nothing until you’re touched by it. You’re the key piece.

Because, if you’re honest, it’s just a thing. It’s lifeless, whereas you are very much alive.

Right?

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there are too many serifs in this font. It’s rubbing me in the wrong way.

(most pretentious posting title ever! Who am I, Marcus Aurelius?)

Anyway. Let me tell a story.

In a village, there are 100 inhabitants, most of them young (say: in the best age, like you and me here).

97 or 98 of them (perceived majority) say A is wrong. (Let them prefer whatever, say B)

The rest (me, your humble author included; the other 50%-30% I haven’t located yet exactly) say A is right, and they like A, and they trust in A. Because time has proven (small) a in the past, and shall prove it again in future.

(Capital) A, as a representative value of (small) a, is therefore the meaning of the value of (true) a.

This was a very circumspect analogy (mainly because I’m too much of a coward) for political opinion.

In other words: there is much room for clarity! I will not shy away from saying what I think, in real life.

I am damn sure entitled to, if that’s what those 98 people are doing. Shamelessly and indulgently so.

My suspicion is that they are unconsciously catalyzed by herd behavior, shutting out their brain’s free right to think.

Just because you’re a loud pack doesn’t mean you’re right!

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on another note:

This is the view out of my school office (I’m a TA, meaning I get state subsidized in exchange for little work, in my case).

It’s beautiful without and with people in it! (We’re 4 in total.)

Check out the mountain view. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Priceless.

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The writing in this post is really bad and hard to read. It’d be easier to tell you verbally.

My Dad said we must find humor in the littlest things.

While buying me a funny looking pen at a store.

The Grufello.
This little clip already looks Oscar-worthy.

Hey, instant honesty is more honest than polished versions of it. Who’d have thought?

http://navercast.naver.com/art/illust/2844

1. I have this weird biorhythm where I’m sleepy around 9-10pm and wide awake 11pm-3am.

IT’S DRIVING ME NUTS. AHHH!! I hate tossing and turning for two hours to force myself to sleep. I’m wide awake but it’s not productive at all. I try to think simple things in order to not stir my left brain up. It’s the only time where I’m genuinely, REALLY bored.  Like now.

2. I hate having so many “I”s in my sentences, it makes me sound like a self-indulgent fucker.

3. I used to hate London because I’ve studied there. This statement has no logical succession. It should be “I hate London because I’ve studied there and London sucks because _____”. But recently I’ve changed my mind. It’s not London’s fault. London ain’t done nothing. (Think of “Don’t hate the sinner, hate the sin”) So I re-like London now.

4. I sound pubescent up there.

5. Who’s overly introspective here?

6. Will I post this?

7. I remembered this verbal exchange (or interrogation) I had when I was doing my interview for this art school. I showed this tutor some things I did, by laying out my portfolio slides with photographs of my “process works” (word for half-baked) glued onto them like I had been told to do in Foundation course (where you make those half baked things). I was delirious. I had an unhealthy degree of fever, and I’m not a skirmish person. I was so ill that I felt half annoyed and half whatever. So I show him my pieces and conclude by saying: “… but I think the meaning of these experiments are all self-explanatory.” Tutor guy looks straight back at my face and says: “No, they’re not.”

I thought he was being fresh. I mean, what a rude way to hold conversation. And why the hell does he not see it?

Of course I agree with him now today, and I’d do the interview in the exact same way if not even ruder.

8.  The main point about writing 7 is because I had a friend visiting me at the time and she got just as sick as me, vegetating on my two-story bed and making occasional sounds. She was of no bloody help at all. It felt as burdensome as i.e. being stranded on an island and the other person eating the food rations too, eliminating them two times as fast. That’s how egoistical you become in extreme situations. I know because I heard stories about Korean military service. My friend’s name was (*name removed) and I mean no harm nor accusation, by the way, if you read this. And she was only like what, 16 years old?

9. To the person who denied that I was a rational during conversation a few days ago, eff you. You’re supposed to know me well. You don’t know me at all, you dick.

10. I get aggressive in many social situations, as you can see, but I don’t show it. It’s unavoidable, because I don’t want to be a sociopath, but I can start by stop trying to be so damn nice (as a compensation complex). That’s this post.

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for good measure, throwing number 11 in:

I worked as temp for a day (sub-slave to the other, regular slaves in there) at this certain consulting company last week. It was nothing spectacular. The work they gave me almost didn’t get finished in time. I’m a fast worker, so I thought that was evidence for the staggering amount of work they expect from employees. In fact, I barely had time to inhale my lunch (STANDING UP. in the coffee kitchen. I love free cereal. I heard they have ‘em at Google, rows of them. This workplace only had three kinds but, very good choices indeed.) through my nose before sitting my ass down again. You might be like, hey, this is normal work day for me kiddo, but mind that I’m a graduate student who’s used to having her free will. Bottom line, a) being able to spend a whole day at the school library just randomly browsing (though honestly, I feel like books pull you in like exact-timed destiny) is a heavenly, divine luxury and I can’t believe my luck now that I’ve been rent-a-slave for a day, b) I have the feeling I’ll be back, and that I’d like it, for some time at least. But for now, I’m in grad student heaven.

Looking back at the duration between 2010-2012 of my life, I just KNOW I’ll say or write about it “I chose to stay in school a bit longer. And boy, was that a grand time.”

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12. What a nice way to end this post.

13. Creativity. I always took it totally for granted. I mean, like pebbles, or trash. I’m really beginning to appreciate it now. But I still hate and dislike most artists. Sorry. But don’t worry if you’re good and/or sincere. Although, the latter without the former is the most annoying thing ever. Anyway, easy for me to say because I’m out of the game.

Anyway, creativity is an amazing thing, and I’d falter away and die without it. It’s dramatic, but I’ve tried to put my feelings for you into words, dear creativity. I know that you’ll never leave me because you’re part of me.

Props to my creator. There’s just no end to this lil fucker you made, ergo me.

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14. Being able to freely write shit into my blog is  a luxury too.

Props to free speech (I totally undervalue you too, all the time. I still do. I don’t really believe in your worth just yet. I’d love to censor 80% of speech around me.)

15. http://people.ischool.berkeley.edu/~hal/Papers/how.pdf

I really liked this book back in the days (I still like best-of lists: click for example). I didn’t understand most of it due to language differences, but would have squeezed many more hours out of it if I have had YouTube back then. Maybe a good thing I didn’t.

“Find your talent first before meeting (or “finding”) your spouse. One thing leads to the other, and does it well.

If you don’t follow that order, maybe it’s best not to marry at all.”

I do believe in this firmly, even without the experience which would qualify me to do so.

Still got some meeting to do, I guess.

I usually try to abstain from trendy consumer items. Even if everybody and their mother owns smartphones, I’ve used phones either the size or the technical capability of a brick all my life.

Also, which is kind of uncool, “I’m a PC”.

But there’s one incentive which makes me really want a smartphone, below:

(source)

My blog features so many commercial products, I should start getting paid.

The music is seriously hot.

Watch it in the theater for full blast!