Friday, July 13, 2007
Contraditions
A few things that have happened to me in the last twenty-four have been difficult to file logically in my head.
If a man, dressed up in somber greys with a black tie, comes into Walgreens to purchase a single sympathy card; why would the woman behind the counter tell him to, 'have a great day' ?
Also, I sort of participated in the strangest conversation with some cousins last night. After defining a sanctuary city from Las Vegas as, 'where they look down on Vegas, a place where they actually have some taste, some culture,' he supported his position by describing a great house there in terms of square footage?!?
No. This is not my humble opinion, wealth does not equal culture. Taste is not defined by square footage. Sheer volume can impress (like when you walk into a cathedral) but what delineates taste lies in the how one uses that space. "Four hundred and sixty square feet, with a piano," fails to convey the sense of awe I'm sure you felt.
In my former life I was forced to work in the homes of many of Minnesota's richest families. Nothing can invoke the irksome sense of ironic tragedy like the combination of surplus wealth with zero taste. I liked to look at it with a Dante'sque Eye, they created their own Hell of Disharmony that they are too ignorant to suffer from. Nothing like a bored hausfrau using a credit card to fill an emotional void, then trying to explain to you what she 'created' in this room.
Of course, some know that they have no taste, or just want to have it without understanding it, so they hire an interior designer. An interesting little niche of the New Bourgeoisie, usually artistic trophy wives who make a 'business' out of designing rooms for her husband's friends. Chatting up other women and showing a healthy amount of tits to the Man of the House.
Oh well, the world is a huge place and every human being has a whole world of contextual opinions about how that world does and should operate. The distance between my own treasured consciousness and that of others makes the nothingness between galaxies seem but a skip.
Everything that is you be within your mind. From the depths of your emotions to the thrilling peaks of your passions. You can create nothing (except a child) that is not defined by the limits of your imagination and fineness of your understanding. Seek to understand many things. Experience deeply. If you open yourself to the lives of others and the works of artists, both contemporary and those speech even death has not stilled, something great will begin to grow within you. Culture will become more than square feet and damn piano.
It is your life. It is your consciousness! Revel in consciousness!
If a man, dressed up in somber greys with a black tie, comes into Walgreens to purchase a single sympathy card; why would the woman behind the counter tell him to, 'have a great day' ?
Also, I sort of participated in the strangest conversation with some cousins last night. After defining a sanctuary city from Las Vegas as, 'where they look down on Vegas, a place where they actually have some taste, some culture,' he supported his position by describing a great house there in terms of square footage?!?
No. This is not my humble opinion, wealth does not equal culture. Taste is not defined by square footage. Sheer volume can impress (like when you walk into a cathedral) but what delineates taste lies in the how one uses that space. "Four hundred and sixty square feet, with a piano," fails to convey the sense of awe I'm sure you felt.
In my former life I was forced to work in the homes of many of Minnesota's richest families. Nothing can invoke the irksome sense of ironic tragedy like the combination of surplus wealth with zero taste. I liked to look at it with a Dante'sque Eye, they created their own Hell of Disharmony that they are too ignorant to suffer from. Nothing like a bored hausfrau using a credit card to fill an emotional void, then trying to explain to you what she 'created' in this room.
Of course, some know that they have no taste, or just want to have it without understanding it, so they hire an interior designer. An interesting little niche of the New Bourgeoisie, usually artistic trophy wives who make a 'business' out of designing rooms for her husband's friends. Chatting up other women and showing a healthy amount of tits to the Man of the House.
Oh well, the world is a huge place and every human being has a whole world of contextual opinions about how that world does and should operate. The distance between my own treasured consciousness and that of others makes the nothingness between galaxies seem but a skip.
Everything that is you be within your mind. From the depths of your emotions to the thrilling peaks of your passions. You can create nothing (except a child) that is not defined by the limits of your imagination and fineness of your understanding. Seek to understand many things. Experience deeply. If you open yourself to the lives of others and the works of artists, both contemporary and those speech even death has not stilled, something great will begin to grow within you. Culture will become more than square feet and damn piano.
It is your life. It is your consciousness! Revel in consciousness!
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right on. nothing spells culture like buying used clothing. plus you get karma from the generous soul that previously wore the clothes and was kind enough to donate them.
buddha had it right, humility is the greatest freedom of all.
buddha had it right, humility is the greatest freedom of all.
A lot of the youth of today find lack of culture to be cool in an ironic sort of way and adopt the garish habits of their predecessors. (See also: Emo, Indie, etc.)
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