Passive Agressive

Dear World,

If I write you an elaborate e-mail, I very much expect that you would take the time to read it thoroughly, regardless of how important you think you are. You might also think, man this e-mail is way too long, I’ll just skim it. But you know what? It’s long for a reason. That reason is usually that I’ve already answered the obnoxious questions and or requests that you’re about to send me. And yes, when I get your e-mail asking me something that I’ve already very specifically addressed — I think you’re a moron (and that’s the polite term for what I’m really thinking, which is what a fucking idiot.)

Seriously, am I asking too much?

Sincerely yours, Heather.

Passive Agressive

It’s Been a While

since I’ve done a solid rambling. So here goes:

No one is listening. People are tweeting on their phones, people are talking over each other, so eager to spew their brilliance that no one is listening. Do we know how to have a conversation anymore? We have so many ways to communicate but no message is being said, no message is being heard. If someone shares a brilliant idea but you’re too busy formulating your own brilliant idea – does any brilliant idea get heard? No – the brilliant ideas don’t even exist. (This is also my answer to the tree falling in the woods question.) We all have this need to reformulate ideas into our own words.

Sometimes I listen to people debate in a conversation, only to realize they’re very much in agreement, but the conversation has taken on an argumentative, competitive tone. Everyone wants to take ownership of an idea. We want to process it, the way we can. We are the center of every idea. Our perception and definition of it. There is no collective meaning to anything. Everyone has an opinion. (Yes, I see the hypocrisy (?) of me publicly blogging about this – but I’ll reinforce the fact that I have always said Talking With Myself is for me, not you.)

What would be an act of 21st century civil disobedience? Humility? Silence?

Silence is so often viewed as a negative thing. Not having a voice is equated to powerlessness. But it’s not the act of voice that is powerful, it’s the act of choice. Silence can have extreme power – the silent treatment, the quietness of solitude/meditation. Silence can be powerful, assuming it’s not being oppressively forced on you. Silence is powerful assuming it’s your choice to be silent.

The meaning of life? It’s somewhere in the idea of the act of choice.

I’ve always wanted to do a performance art piece where I was silent for a month. No doubt, I would enjoy it and probably just choose to keep my mouth shut from then on. But I’m not a performance artist so I never will. But then that just gets me thinking about joining up with some religious sect like monks or nuns and taking a vow of silence. (Makes me think of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close’s mute guy and all the writing/scribbles. That was pretty good.)

It’s hard to see anything from another perspective – how often do we have conversation/dialogue where we have no agenda, where we don’t have a stake in it, where we’re willing to be ignorant and curious and patiently await information?

Is there something negative about individuality? How come we’re so quick not to identify with the crowd? We are all unique flowers – which means we are all the same.

I think silence could have a really strong effect because you’re forced to listen. Your attention is focused. When was the last time you listened – knowing you weren’t going to have to say anything?

What would provoke change? Who decides the status quo?

How do you shake people? Through fear or happiness. When presented with those two options, most people would try to go the happiness route — but that’s harder. People are naturally resistant, naturally anti-change, so how do you make them feel happy while doing it? How do you make that experience fun? One way is social approval via friends and loved ones, it could make the personal feel personal satisfaction, financial incentive, external praise and accolades, what else?

How do you change someone else’s lifestyle? You can’t so much change it as you can affect it. Change is internal, it’s individual.

It’s frustrating to watch my ideas flourish at the hands of other people. Wait – shouldn’t I be more excited that these ideas have come to fruition? That other people, more qualified people are passionate about the same things? That they think in the same way? Why do I have to do it? There’s that unnecessary need for individuality again.

Something about that idea of individuality is tied directly to the idea of recognition.

Language is extremely powerful. The concept of collective conscience could so easily be perceived as a great thing or a really bad thing.

The meaning of life? It has something to do with language.

Everything is on a spectrum. (Is it linear or circular?) And that might be the meaning of life.

It’s Been a While

All The News That’s Fit to Read

… is about ME! Just kidding.

In my attempt at giving myself more credit, I thought I’d mention that I’m in a Baltimore Sun article about “technomads.” It goes to print on Sunday, but is already posted online. Apparently, I’m helping pave the way of a new live-work lifestyle.

Here’s the article: The Rise of the Digital Nomad

Here’s the blog post: Mobile apps, mobile work, mobile life: the rise of digital nomads

My tech-nomadic photo: (included in the blog post)

All The News That’s Fit to Read

If You Call It Art, Is It Art?

Came across this article in the Times tonight: The Serial Sleepover Artist.

The jist: Ms. (Robinson) has spent the past four months being a house guest at various strangers’ (most seem to be other creative types) NYC apartments for the sake of performance art. As someone who has spent the past eights jumping from couch to air mattress to bed to floor across the country, I’m just not impressed by her quest — particularly given the limited, less than 10 (?)-mile radius that is NYC and its boroughs.

But what I was most interested in was, how is this performance art? What does it mean? Mainly I wanted to know if her revelations, her observations, her interactions had been similar to mine. But the article never gets to it — and I can’t determine if it’s because it’s a poorly written article, or if because this specific act of “performance art” is kind of meaningless.

Ms. (Robinson) seems to have walked into the realm of performance art last spring when she saw Marina Abramovic (which is the hot name to drop these days) at the MOMA. And this fall, she’ll be at Yale for sculpture. It’s not like I don’t think people can be multiple things, but I have a hard time believing Ms. (Robinson) is a performance artist at heart. We never hear any glimpse of the meaning to this. And maybe she hasn’t formulated it yet, fair enough because she hasn’t finished (?) her project, but if that’s the case, why do the article now?

The author, Penelope Green, shares the insights of Rashida Bumbray, a curator of an art space:

“Ms. Bumbray recalled when William Pope.L crawled through Manhattan on his elbows wearing a Superman cape. โ€œThat was all about being a black man, and what does it mean to have to carry all this weight and literally drag yourself around?โ€ she said. โ€œKenya is referencing all of these things.โ€

She is? How so? Explain it to me because from this two-page puff piece, I am not understanding, and damn it, I want to. But then again, I’m not sure if Ms. Bumbray and I have the same opinion on things considering, when she was asked “Why is being a guest for 13 weeks an art piece?” She gave the answer of: โ€œIn general, if we say something is an art piece,โ€ Ms. Bumbray said gently, โ€œthen it is an art piece.โ€ I’m not sure why, but I loathe that answer and think it’s just wrong.

I guess I’m equally irked by this woman’s project and by this author’s decision to write an article on it. I was looking forward to gaining something, and I didn’t. It’s like Penelope Green didn’t create the main players as credible people, and she left out the most interesting part of the story. It’s not that Ms. (Robinson) sleeps over at people’s places, it’s that she does so by choice. Why would she make that choice? And if you believe it’s just because she’s a performance artist and that’s just what they do, as Penelope Green flippantly does, than you’re missing the story as this article clearly is.

If You Call It Art, Is It Art?