Showing posts with label Lady Gaga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lady Gaga. Show all posts

Friday, November 22, 2013

I feel good, I walk alone But then I trip by myself and I fall I, I stand up, and then I'm okay But then you print that shit That makes me want to scream

The job hunt continues. I went all over Clifton Park and basically no one is hiring. I did find a few day care establishments who are looking to hire and my resume will show I'm more than qualified for any position than may have.
Let me clarify I'm only looking for a job in the event that I get terminated. I can't wait for a grenade to explode in my lap before I take action and do what's best for me.
I've received a shocking amount of support from fellow coworkers that means more than words can express. Especially considering I did something unquestionably wrong even if it wasn't out of malicious intent or frivolity.
Well all except one. One coworker who I thought I had developed a close relationship with who is telling people she just thinks I'm going to be terminated. It's really disappointing. Especially when no one can have anyway to predict the outcome. I'll admit that I feel I don't deserve sympathy but I know I don't deserve disrespect or to aid anyone in gossip mongering.
We live in a world where we've lost all sense of humanity.

" You can’t have my heart
And you won't use my mind but
Do what you want (with my body)
Do what you want with my body
You can’t stop my voice cause
You don't own my life but
Do what you want (with my body)
Do what you want (with my body)"

Monday, November 18, 2013

It's been a long time since I came around Been a long time but I'm back in town This time I'm not leaving without you

It's been a while since my last blog...or at least it feels that way. 
The target guy saga is officially over. I knew through the course of conversations he was a very young 23...more like 23 going on 16. An honest assessment. But I truly thought we'd be able to communicate on some intellectual level. 
Last night he called me. I don't know how we got on the subject but we started talking about Lady Gaga. And I had said "when someone says to me Lady Gaga dresses crazy" I automatically figure they have no intellectual capability to understand or at the very least respect art. 
He flew off the handle in the most toddler-like fashion throwing a tantrum saying I can't judge other people's opinion if they don't like Lady Gaga. I tried multiple times to clarify that that wasn't my point. I didn't even say that. That my point was when people make that statement they are incapable of understanding what she is trying to do and that her outfits are art. 
Well he cotinued calling me names and yelling over me and then began attacking my art, my photography. Which I had made a point not to show him as most people don't take te time to let the visual in front of them process before they come to a conclusion but apparently he had creeped my Instagram or Facebook. 
I have a focus on a different definition of beauty and more specifically beauty in death. 
Well as he's trying to tear my art apart I'm thinking in my head "isn't he doing what he says I can't do?" 
Well after his limited vocabulary ran out of vulgarities he hung up on me. And that's that. 
In reaction to this on a more general scale I finally bought myself a fleshlight. No I no longer need a man of any kind unless they fall directly in my lap. 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

People don't get art anymore

I always knew from an early age the world was an ignorant place. At the age of 5 I may have looked like your typical boy but I was still an abomination for carrying around a pony. 
As I grew into myself the bigger of a societal abomination I became...and so it goes. 
In working on decorating my room I was looking for photos from the artpop photoshoot from Lady Gaga's latest. But in doing so I was plagued by all the ignorant, thoughtless, vapid and shallow reviews of not just the album but the interactive app, the album artwork, and her pop up art gallery in New York. 
It's one thing to dislike what she is doing, how she is doing it, what she uses to do it but to discredit her completely and the art she produced is probably the easiest way to write an article or review. It requires no thought to punch in line after line of negative run on sentences with even more negative adjectives. 
It would actually take time and effort to listen to the album, take it in, draw conclusions and behold the art it is.
I read article after article comparing her to other contemporary artists which is ludicrous at best. She isn't like anyone else. If Lady Gaga is nude on the cover of her album there's a reason, not for virtually no reason or to just sell copies of her album.
If you look at the artpop cover there isn't anything sexual about it. She isn't Madonna who let her meat purse and fun bags out for any dollar amount. 
She isn't Miley Cyrus who sat atop a wrecking ball naked, suggestively touching herself and giving faux falacio to a sledge hammer. 
I've been listening to the album and don't get it twisted. I don't blindly like anything. Mariah Carey was my idol for years, then she started coming out with half assed albums with maybe half a good song on them and I moved on. I am objective. This album of Gaga's is brilliant and cohesive with the rest of her work but at the same time a progression.
What's more is she's done something no one has ever done. She's made this music tangible. Through an app and artwork. I never thought in a million years something I expierence sonically could be something I could reach out and touch, change, feel and see. 
We can spend months slamming Miley Cyus for her VMA catastrophe, putting immense and intense attention on something people mostly considered deplorable and inappropriate but we have a true artist who is making real art and the best society can do is write throw articles, sweeping everything she's doing and done under the rug in a lamely insulting matter. 
You can not like Lady Gaga all you want. I'm not god or the president and it's a somewhat free country. But show some respect. And try using brain. Something Americans have a shockingly distinct aversion too and most don't even posses the ability to. 
It will always be a major sticking point for me and something that I'll always use to judge the kind of person is by how they define Lady Gaga. When people say she dresses crazy I can't help but come to the conclusion they have no culture or intellect and are just simple minded. 
Lady Gaga doesn't dress crazy. She wears art. She tries to revoke thought through her choice of dress among everything else she does. 
Or when people say "I don't understand her music". Of course you don't. If I showed you Andy Warhol's Campbell's soup art piece you probably wouldn't get that either.
We live in a world where unless it's spelled out for you in the most specific and simplest of terms people just don't bother. We can embrace a song written entirely about alochol consumption from a red solo cup, acting as though a plastic cup that pollutes the planet and binge drinking are the next coming of Christ but we can't understand Lady Gaga's Applause or poker face or bad romance. Why? Because as a nation we relate to that which requires the least amount of thiught. So cheers to Lady Gaga and her art and the majority of you out there who just can't comprehend it just take another swig out of your red solo cup. 

G.U.Y

I LOVE Lady Gaga's new album. It's like the fame and born this way had a baby. And so many of the songs would serve as a wonderful sex soundtrack not to say in anyway I'm degrading the value of the songs. They're all intelligent and exactly as promised: artpop. 
I also love the app that goes with the album. It was super confusing when I first opened it. You meet this alien like character that reminded me of the born this way video who's name I can't remember and she finds your aura. Once again I'm stuck with green- just like my birthstone and my absolute least favorite color. 
So far the app seems to be a place only to make art but there are countdowns to other things coming. I wish you could export the art you create but so far there doesn't seem to be a way. 
I barely slept las night. My wonderful sinuses did what they love to- disallow me to breath and produce enough mucus for an entire geriatric ward. 
I ended up watching Animal hoarders which I didn't even know exsistes (the show, not the condition) and I was so deliciously disturbed. This is the hoarders to beat all hoarders. 
My favorite two people so far- the woman who had 107 dogs in a single wide trailer and the man who had 30 cats. 
Initially with the trailer lady you couldn't tell it was a trailer but once you did yor mind is blown. All this woman did day in and day out was rotate the dogs in and out of the trailer and didn't let any of them outside. She put down butcher paper in a shrewd attempt to catch all the urine and fieecees that inevitably got torn to bits. And she basically slept covered in dogs on a twin size bunk bed. 
The man with 30 cats wasn't really shocking until you saw his family and what his wife's daughter was married too. 
Exhibit A-
This is one of those situations where our sitting there screaming "I'm good looking, have a good job and my shit together and YOU are married?!" Not to mention how he acted. He was in his 30s and still wearing invader zim shirts and his wife had decorated her entire home in hellot kitty which is ironic considering her mother's husband had 30 of them. 
The cat hoarder didn't get disturbing until he turned himself in to animal control and they found a dozen dead cats. 
Today is my 3 month review. I'm just expecting to get slapped in the face with things I didn't see coming after the staff meeting expierence. I know I do a good job and do the actual job and that's what's truly important.