It’s not the medium or the oil or the price or whether it hangs on a wall or you eat it. What matters, what makes it art, is that the person who made it overcame the resistance, ignored the voice of doubt and made something worth making. Something risky. Something human.
Art is not in the eye of the beholder. It’s in the soul of the artist.
Everyone’s attitude about V-Day is bumming me the fuck out. They use the “corporate holiday bullshit” bullshit cop-out excuse to hate on it, but I know what they really want. They want the excitement of a new and/or secret admirer. They want attention. But they, like everyone with the same shitty attitude, fail to go after what they want on the one day of the year everyone is especially encouraged to take the leap of faith. Just take it.
As for me, and for the first time ever, a really cute girl asked me to be her Valentine. Unfortunately she’s in Tucson, but that doesn’t stop us from fantasizing about the flower shop we’re holding up today to get the cash to afford expensive champagne and chocolate. There’s even talk about carjacking from a dealership, and if that’s the case, I plan to do donuts in the desert, but what she won’t know is that the donuts will spell out “A+A” inside a giant heart big enough to be seen from the police and news helicopters overhead. So when later tonight when we’re watching the news from a jail cell, she’ll have a wonderful surprise message for her that’ll show the whole country just how special a Valentine’s Day can and should be.
So, hey. You. Yeah, you. I hope you have a good day today.
and not miss anything/not be missed. if you are anything but the CEO of a huge company or the president of a country, i can pretty much guarantee this. what are you doing, looking at that thing every 2 minutes?