It's not this aim to be so aware, but rather to interact with the institutional form, of colonial medium, in a way that remains aware of the performative, of the splits, the opposites, the contradictions, the collapse, the paralyzing ignorance, which isn't meaning this activity is fruitless or simply flat-lines. It doesn't in relation to the informatic, of a different production, require colonial production, to establish dynamic arrangement. With the informatic, one has no need of being so aware, where the ego can somewhat subside and we are free to meander about, and yet that activity with the informatic will no longer be something deemed aimless and confusing. So I do write in that style. This stream of...that does collapse...
I do like though
Hustle Bones, like
Espresso Machiato...It's good art material in addition to the informatic modeling...I also like playing around with bourgeoisie reflections that clash when one is not of that form, that embraces the empire of dirt...so praising the golden ticket to be among the empire of dirt grand pubahs...jet set...it's a face fuck of intellectables. Meaning it looks smart, where there is this delectable sensation, like having some form of indulgence, and yet the entire form, by design, is this veneering existence, of which I detest, which doesn't mean I denounce. Rather, keep your bourgeoisie shit in your bourgeoisie lane. I'm glad the commercial plastic pyramid races is your thing. By all means, there is that place for it...but to do what happens all to often, to plop your empire of dirt ass right into my lane and carry on as if you hung the stars and killing moon, when I already follow you can't follow, and yet, you are equipped to be the answer to me, and among the smiles, that bigotry plops down like a turd in the water fountain. When there isn't even an awareness of forum, not to mention, a complete lack of acknowledging one's limitation in relation to that forum...it's a rising up, know it all, bourgeoisie's material has it, the one they can't follow, is to be disengaged as a child like nothing...of which the elitests among their humanitarian activities will remain among their machinery that affords classist roadkill that wasn't ever afforded the awareness to be classist, naturally. It's that souring life, among the lose-lose bind, among the social formations that even punish one for even endeavoring toward something rigorous, which isn't my need for something. I have what I need. I like my bohemian style. I paint. It's just growing tired of the fact that if you are well endowed in terms of the empire of dirt measure, by consequence, in terms of certain activities of process, it's not going to be this command of the waters when the vehicle of success used isn't going to workout so well in a different forum. Maybe if one has a hover craft, then okay, so it is this navigation among more than one forum, but most people, it's not going to be that, and yet, it's always the asshole endowed with an empire of dirt, in their monster truck, mocking the sail boat, when the damn well know if they even attempted to explore, considering they haven't even covered the basics, they are going to drowned miserably, and yet, there they are, the shining morsel upon a hill, not even having the spine to acknowledge such matters, rather it's more like veneering over the sailboat with the advertising campaign, that a sailboat isn't a monster truck...and that means they are inferior, and not to be taken seriously, and yet, that is irrational as fuck...but I mean when the eyes have it, seeing is believing therefore the air we breathe doeesn't exist, well then yes, the illogical standard prevails...at least if you are on the wrong side of the bourgeoisie...the side where one is to take a killing moon pie to the face each and everyday...and then to deal with that networked play of eyes tracing the hollow body...and then to speak up on the matters...only to be met with the right side of the bourgeoise the side with all that money, money, money, then jumps in as well to assert something that reads like the
Ty Segall in that Garden video. Again, there is that lose-lose bind, and a lot of people don't make it. They do self-destruct, and they aren't around anymore. Fortunately for me, I'm a vicious, "materially impoverished" so it would seem by bourgeoisie bigots, honey badger, who does love tracing the formations the designs among certain underhanded personalities who love everyone and everything...and academics who let's be clear, you are humane in the fair weathered sense, of actual actions that occurred toward me, and I'm calling it. I'm not angry, rather, I'm someone who takes note of the hypocrisy, and even will challenge a group with a convention to silence with matters that will be difficult to silence. We can disengage and even attempt to claim norms, and yet, when there is a design to the actions taken, the notion that one is being neutral or that one is working in relation to a value system that is aimed at humanism when there is subhumanism at hand here, the continuing play of distance becomes farce. Which again, isn't this need from an academic, nor am I the angry bird ready to chase after the academic, who is likely still fielding too many emails, wasting away in faculty meetings with people who can't seem to know when to...stop talking after they made their point a few times over...but they are frustrated too. So it's not this hatred. Rather, it's this juxtaposition in relation to an avenue that once took many risks and took on many forms of protest when matters were not convenient to do so, and now plays it safe to a fault...sure, I think there are a lot of busy lives with little time to themselves, but it's an excuse, considering that's what happens when a faculty doesn't grow proactively bitchy to assert boundaries of respect, in relation to commercial interests...and yes, there is that cultural difference occurring, strongly, of groups on the difference sides of the bourgeoisie. I think the habit has been to high five everyone, and take a critical lense to those the bourgeoisie massages...the people who are safe to be treated by academia like they are trash entirely...the poor, who wouldn't have enough of a platform to clap back as they are disrespectfully swept under the rug, not to mention not worthy enough to belong to their superficial diversity funding opportunities. Again, it's not this need it's simply noting of the hypocrisy and underhanded behavior among this grouping...and I mean, when it's eyes to the surface who "feel" smart among the presentations and humble pretensions....I mean it's that kind of institutional form, vastly different from the behaviors decades ago...
I do like activities of some newer institutional forms emerging that are at least attempting to break from the monocultural model of academia. Meaning, even the notion that one attends academia for commercial purposes as opposed to cultural purposes is absurd...and there wasn't this heavy handed commercial emphasis no so long ago, but now everything is for a career, coupled with exorbitant prices, that wouldn't even justify the actual offering, but it's okay, much like it's okay to offering medical services with surprise charges without any legal backlash to a practice that wouldn't be tolerated in any other industry and yet for US Healthcare...it's totally fine, like being charged four hundred dollars for a covid test..and it did happen to me. Very...fucking...odd, and yet, per the edicts of my company, I had to go to a doctor, I had insurance, took the Covid test, already being informed that uninsured are charged a flat fee of 80 or so dollars, so I should be fine...finished, then got an insurance rate bill in the mail. Addressed the doctor, of what someone uninsured will pay, and it was made clear, I still had to be four hundred dollars for a Covid test...lovely...that's not corruption at all...and yet any other industry litigators for example, would destroy a commercial enterprise carrying on in that manner....and again, Academia, it's become this "commercial" emphasis with peculiar behaviors that wouldn't be tolerated among other commercial endeavors, so what gives?
So I have been protesting, in relation to informatics. I'm now into cultural memory, informatics, and art, meaning I've done the thing that once upon a time, in an avenue among the conventional institutions, I just see smiling ghost towns, still even after the absurd behaviors are doing all to reinstate these bad behaviors....which I even consider the absurd findings of an Epstein investigation...no list, like no camera footage of his death...and I witnessed the change...It's not good...it's this desire to decouple in a way that seeks something not so aimed at developing communities any longer...but rather imperial courts to puppeteer...fuck that. It's just another way of demonstrating a group is insecure and in a lot of areas they aren't keeping up...is it someone's fault. No. I think the incessant developments in this so-called information age, make it impossible to really have bearings on everything emerging, but that wouldn't mean decouple, but rather, enlisting the most creative to storm these newer emergencies with a rigor that pushes fast through what is likely to come about of it, and then norming and forming from there.
Again though this is a performative, not a communicative. It's not a claim of say, a conviction toward matters discussed. Rather it's just a stream of consciousness, of what may or may not be the case, that works in relation to an informatic, that I am bridging in relation to forms of art and cultural memory. Again it's this emphasis of process, of mindful rigor, cultural interests rather than commercial interests, which isn't denouncing the commercial btw. You can't be both...and play it by the numbers radio, DJ, art, etc...is shit, even if the be-all commercialist is trying to shove that bullshit down my throat. I hate your sanitized, rigid, by the numbers, so-called artistic, horseshit. There's not emphasis on process. There isn't much of anything breaking the ground, other than a shit plop and assertions of discovering a new land. You can only take so much of that manufactured shit until finally you've checked out and stopped even attending events among the institutions. It's lame.
