Monday, April 02, 2007

busyness

i am declaring war on achievement. there is an article in the times today about the 'amazing girls' in newton, ma and their schedules, their quest for the right college, success success success. this article showcases the gap between rich and poor, privilege and less and the expectations that come along with it. there are quotes about the difficulty young people today are going to have to uphold the standard of living that their parents enjoy. i don't know. when i was in high school i was certainly able to take an AP class and get good grades but i was also able to pursue my own interests, to hang out and figure out who i was a little, to misbehave, and i don't know, do that kind of thing. i wasn't running around like a crazy person, joining every extracurricular activity. the article made me sad for these girls somehow. lemmings.

i am ready to opt out. who the hell cares? it's a cycle of chumps. stupid money and stupid art world and stupid 'positive thinking' games. fuck that. the darkness is coming for me - clearly.

41 comments:

fairy butler said...

seriously, what is the point? i am sick of the torment. walling off my mind starting today.

fairy butler said...

i need to get a new wizard. this immediately sends me into the fuck that darkness. basically i have to get all amped up and appear to have it together. to be at some of the right places and talk to the right people or appear to not be a total loser. the quality of the work is not so important. just image. i get to woo someone, or someones, and try to get them to pay attention. it's like getting a boyfriend. doesn't this sound awesome?!!!! i know i am indulging a bad attitude here, but who the hell cares in the end? what is the point? maybe i should just hit the crack pipe.

pd said...

FB, your opening line cracked me up sooooo much. Don't hit the crack pipe--oxy is so much better.
Seriously though, the search for a new wizard is not that easy, but me thinks the work is very important in the process--not just the annoying and boring schmoozing. I declare war on schmoozing!

burrito brother said...

hey fb,
what happened to the l.e.s. wizzard? it seems like you guys were meant to be...
if wooing a wizard is like wooing a boyfriend, then you are like, 25 yrs. out of practice my friend. maybe you need a new pair of wooing pants or a sexxy boo-stee-yay?

fairy butler said...

bb, i am going to don the wooing pants this weekend - along with my purple beret and fake buck teeth. i haven't give up on this one you speak of. peeds, i know, of course the work is important, but it can't do all the work sadly. i don't know. i just realize i have to try, if even slightly. i am having that kind of crux in the shack where i need to do this. the diaper dance where i attempt to lure in interest in catheads and shiny things and wolves.

gm said...

the homogenized stores (=galleries)in chelsea are grossing me out.
finding a dealer sucks. the whole system is retarded anyway. ive been really down on the art wrld lately, can you tell? sorry.
also, really, those high school people working their asses off to get into college. i rmember a few people like that when i was growing up. perhaps they are very successful today. im sure there are still kids being bad and really bad, they just didnt write about it in todays paper.
im picturing you walking around with buck teeth and a purple beret, its really good!

sloth said...

oh fb, are the wooing pants assless? please say yes,... I am holding a pair of scissors, and my pants are looking rather closed off & are begging to be perforated.

pd said...

Yeah, I know FB. At least you know how to dress for success. I might have to follow your lead.

dubz said...

hey fb, that article in the times was a load of crap. it just perpetuates the myth that new englanders are rich and privileged... i went to public school in connecticut and it was nothing like that. no one had the money for prep classes. we just...uh... studied. and if someone got a 2000 on their s.a.t.s they would've gotten beat up in the smoking lounge anyway.

fairy butler said...

yeah dubz, this is one side of the story and probably just in isolated places similar to private schools in manhattan. if i ever have kids i hope i can just let them be...

another thing - i would really truly enjoy reading and discussing philosophy in class and turning in essays and all that school stuff. school is great. but it is not the working world or real life. i was 'successful' in school and now eh. i sit at a freelance gig for 8 hours a day often with nothing to do. it is not exactly compelling work. i do not answer the big questions or think about anything truly meaningful through my job. i think most jobs end up like that. school does not prep you for the slow death of the soul that is the working world.

peeds said...

Yes fb, school is fantasy land. That's what I loved about school. It's important to know that. Sure you learn a lot, if you're paying some attention, and there is the socializing element that prepares you for "life outside," but it rarely has anything to do with real life. That is when it is good. Like think of the people who study Elizabethan Literature...

mr faux jangles said...

might as well do crack.

toodles said...

If you move to Woodstock and raise cattle I will buy one.



Sooner the better, I have the hungries.

hammy said...

I know. It is deathly. I work with the grown ups who were the kids in that article. They are badly behaved in a sociopathic sort of way. It stinks but is fascinating to watch. Maybe you need more shack time FB. maybe you are feeling disconnected from the things you believe in.

fairy butler said...

hams, perhaps... but lately i am feeling disbelief everywhere.even in the shack. i lasted one hour on sunday and then had to take leave. too upsetting. the dark side is too present. too weak to fight it. fuckers.

fairy butler said...

like usual i will wrestle with the darkness and finally convince myself to corral it and carry on. during this process i will maintain my happy and pleasant demeanor in the world and try to be a grown up.no one will know. i will keep my mouth shut. denial and distractions are not so good at alleviating the darknesses these days. christmas depression. and i have no appetite whatsoever. hmmm. perhaps there is a prob.

fairy butler said...

beer for dinner. is that bad?

dooga said...

You can fill up on beer, but you can't get drunk on a sandwich.

fairy butler said...

dooga. is it truly you sharing your words of wisdom? i wish i could have beer for lunch.

pdeli said...

I think I might go back and grab a beer. I don't care anymore.

krixfort said...

I am thinking of the person who studies Elizabethan Literature. . .what a lucky sucker. If I had not been so scared that I was going to get bitch slapped by life, I would have studied things that had little or no application in everyday life but are interesting as hell.

fairy butler said...

every day i get closer and closer to opting out and starting the organic farm in vermont... unfortunately i am paying someone right now to fix up my house which may be a waste of money. i should save the cash for cans of dinty moore and flannel for when i go homeless and start living in my studio. and the drugs will be expensive probably - but i can always whore myself. play it by ear i guess....

dubz said...

an organic farm is a shitload of work. fuck that. i don't want to do crap. just hang out, drink coffee, talk about stuff. maybe go to the movies.

dubz said...

i almost got fired from the donut shoppe for doing crosswords during worky time!!! ha ha. i got called to the big upstairs office and reprimanded. they (the weird dumb ladies) said i didn't look like i had enough to do. they fired my friend for laughing too much.

ham said...

that stinks dubz. Don't laugh at work, promise???
I am joining on the whoring oneself out and doing drugs. Very irritated today by boredom and sociopath behind me. He was away for a few weeks so I forgot how much everyone hates him. He is a snakey thing.

dubz said...

i don't laugh anymore. they took all the fun people away. fulla robots now.

hams, don't let sociopath near you. if he so much as breathes near your desk, stick a pencil in his leg. hooray for violence!

Corny said...

oh man FB this sounds like a tough moment yer having. Purple assless sweatpants are a good solution to most problems, but in this case maybe also getting some friends into your studio to give you feedback, so to keep pushing the work forward, keep it interesting for yourself on the level of just working in the studio.

Corny said...

but fuck it IS a whory Artwurld®

Corny said...

Hi dubz, heres a staple in your kneecap!

dubz said...

why? why? why?

dubz said...

oh cuz i like violence! that's right! staple me!!!

pd said...

Will someone staple my stomach?

dubz said...

will someone staple my brain stem?

pd said...

Will someone staple my lower lip to my left boob?

faux (for short) said...

Will someone staple my jangley balls?

dubz said...

will someone staple my clown labia to my love handle?

pd said...

will someone staple my golgi body to my endoplasmice reticulum?

peeds said...

will someone staple my uterus to my diseased liver?

dubz said...

yes, yes, i will do that for you peeds. we will need an ice cube to numb your nether regions.

peeds said...

I can take it.

fairy butler said...

staple my eyes shut. dubz - i can't believe you had to have that showdown at beige! yuck. horrible.