Military-Industrial no, Media-Political Complex
A week away and in NC more than $100M has been spent to win a job that pays a little over $100K per year…what? Forty five years ago, Crosby Stills and Nash sang a song at Woodstock – “Wooden Ships.” In the song the lyric goes, “can you tell me please, who won the war?” At the time we believed that the vast Military-Industrial complex were the rulers of the world and we were their pawns.
Today, I think differently.
The mainstream media creates a divide among the people. The create sides and force us to take sides. Their truth is ratings and money. They create situations which get people so worked up that the political machine can reach out and ask ordinary citizens for money…its called fund-raising. I can’t begin to tell you how many emails I got this year from both sides of the aisle.
When I looked into complaining, I found that the politicians conveniently allowed themselves permission to “spam-at-will” and merely requesting to be taken off of their mailing lists is impossible. The rules don’t apply to them.
So, if I can put this in context, the “news” of the day is that there is an impending crisis caused by one side or the other and the only answer is for me to contribute money so that the problem can be addressed. When I push send, my contribution might as well go directly to a particular broadcast, newscast outlet…the media!
In North Carolina, the system is working like a charm. More than $100M is going to those folks who run the machine. Nice cars, lavish homes, etc. Not a cent goes towards anything that could be constructive. Its found money! Money from yours and my pockets. They are preying on us like there is no tomorrow.
If you want to define the country as haves and have-nots, then look at the power holders and the non-productive members of our society…those who make nothing but money. Look at the media and the politicians, not our nation’s industry.
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The headlines are throwing me for a loop. The one thing you would expect from a Nobel Peace Prize winner is, well, peace… Not so fast.
In 1969 John and Yoko offered a solution, an alternative, a simple idea…Give Peace a Chance. There has not been a day of peace since then in my life. Peace has never gotten its “chance.”
The latest straw was a bunch of union thugs acting as protesters for “climate change.” Movie stars, musicians, celebrities, politicians, and other ne’er do wells flew in on private jets, the so called protesters left mountains of trash and hardest of all, when asked why they weren’t protesting the new military initiatives in Syria, the response was they were “burned out.” Protesting is just another job I guess, everybody needs a small vacation. The environment can’t cry out at the hypocrisy. On to page two in the news.
It wasn’t always like that. A simple idea like peace used to carry water. People used to actually care.
I guess the bottom-line is there is more money in making bullets than making art. Both sides have got to get that stuff from somewhere. Democrats and Republicans agree on it.
As an artist, what is left? We can’t rely on the media, they are totally indifferent. Naked pictures of celebrities are more important than death in the desert. Most people get their news from the mouths of comedians. Talking heads make millions. Does anybody care?
Art. Art. Art. All we are left with is making “peace bombs.” Art is the other end of the spectrum from war. Guernica never killed anyone, it only reported on killing. The only way for peace to ever get its chance is in a painting, a sculpture, a small thing of beauty, a respite from the madness of the world.
I mean, what is the point of saving the earth if it only to be populated by vicious killers?
How Food Stole the Avant-Garde: Letter From Copenhagen
Good morning. I am sitting here wondering if one of those man-on-the-street, horseback research studies would show that people are more aware of “pop” chefs than of contemporary “artists.” I would love to go around and ask a dozen people to name a living artist…
Balance this with the phenomenon of the investment folks make in tattoos…they pay top dollar for a small image to be permanently put on their bodies, yet are reluctant to purchase wall art?
Just food for thought.
“Walking is falling forward.
Each step we take is an arrested plunge, a collapse averted, a disaster braked. In this way, to walk becomes an act of faith. We perform it daily: a two-beat miracle—an iambic teetering, a holding on and letting go.” Paul Salopek
Rained out at an art festival I sat down and by chance opened this NatGeo. This was the opening to a story about walking the path of civilization. I negotiated taking the publication home with the promise I would return it upon completion. Last night I settled in to read it and well, it wasn’t much of an article and the book will be completed in 2016. Oh well, what a start!
For more you can go to http://outofedenwalk.nationalgeographic.com
This is a series of pieces inspired by the “static” that an individual with autism suffers as he or she interacts with the world. It also is a statement as to the “static” that a loved one feels in dealing with an autistic family member.
The works are a “new” form of art, short vine videos with original sound tracks. The work is “looped” often the way the autistic perceives and reports on his or her environment. The repetition. It was done with time lapse photography and its elements are simple X’s and O’s – hugs and kisses – the original emoticon. Set against the infinite possibilities of the autistic mind, it can become almost indecipherable – for the giver and the receiver.
Autism truly challenges our understanding of the emotion love. My experience suggests that its impact on the family of the autistic only grows deeper and more profound as time passes.
God bless the one’s that make our ordinary lives so much richer. The finished paintings are available for sale with a percentage donated to local adult autism projects.
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I channel surf. At one point Celebrity Apprentice had a group of people of which Dennis Rodman was one, all vying for some sort of prize. His behavior was bizarre. I never did follow the show but surfed it. It seems at one point Donald Trump said something to the effect that Mr. Rodman was going to treatment following his performance on the show. It seems this was a few years ago.
Recently Mr. Rodman had been to North Korea and again there was some buz regarding his behavior, what he said, etc. Again, Mr. Rodman is off to re-hab.
I cannot think of anything more painful than what he is going through. The second step in all twelve step programs is “Came to believe that Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.” From an Alcoholic Anonymous perspective, the step does not say “would prevent us from drinking” or some such thing as that. Clearly it states “restore us to sanity.”
It seems that Mr. Rodman has been walking around for sometime in a state of insanity. Being insane is one thing, after going through recovery and becoming “certified” insane is another.
Again, I can’t think of few things more painful than walking around, knowing everything you do, say or think is “insane.”
Prayers for all those out there that knowingly suffer with insanity and all the folks that they impact.
In one hand I have a doll of Andy Warhol, in the other hand a doll resembling Banksy. The Warhol doll was carefully crafted to be “highly recognizable” in black and white, the two most dominant colors of print media ( i.e. newspapers) in the 1960’s. It has a wig, the face is pale, often the wardrobe is black and white. Overall it is highly recognizable.
In my other hand is a doll with no face, no clothes, no distinguishing marks whatsoever. As a matter of fact, I am not really sure it is a “Banksy” doll?
Each of the dolls sells well. Each has made its mark on history. The work of each commands a small (or large) fortune, each has legions of followers.
The odd thing is the Banksy doll is newer. It no longer wants to enter a room and have everything stop. It much prefers to go into a restaurant with his family and sit down to a “normal” dinner. It doesn’t want to be hounded by the press, chased by paparazzi, filtered by handlers and molded by critics…Jerry Saltz is sooo jealous of this doll.
What makes the newer doll most interesting is that it is the only doll of all of the dolls on the shelf – the actor/actress dolls, producer/director dolls, political, musician, and performing arts dolls that can go down the street unnoticed…yet it can communicate with its audience at will bringing uncensored messages, messages that do not have to pass through social filters…this doll goes where it wants does what it wants to do, this doll is “part-of” rather than “apart-from” the society it choses to mirror.
Welcome to 2014. Have a nice year.