Saturday, May 30, 2009


Why did I create this blog? What did I think I could put on here that would merit the commitment?

What can I say that hasn't been said? The Internet has inflated the anxiety of influence to tyrannical proportions. Uniqueness is overabundant and originality negotiable. Talent is optional, if that means something to you.

The novelty gold rush has dried up with the approaching technological singularity. Our most prolific creative industry, the hell-hated-Hollywood, is an idea recycling machine, an inbred dynasty of aesthetics ordained by the unshakable commercial imperative that now encroaches on the last outposts of human reality.

I have therefore come to the conclusion that localized folkloric circles must be reinstated if the imagination is to survive. The current narrative we have now ought to be reclaimed and placed under mythological domain. The so-called "corporate authors" should not be recognized as such. Ideas must be kept hidden in the earth to ripen, like provincial cheeses. Burn Kraft Foods to the ground.

I hope nobody reads this.