Deleted the FB account a month back cos it was getting too damn depressing. Was having major Holden Caulfield-phony-hating-syndrome every time I would cruise around and witness these embarrassing displays of people's personality adverts. Between these social networking sites and the cell phone texting era, I think we've just reduced our interactions to these inauthentic gasps and desperate displays. It's all so inarticulate and non-commital, and .... christ I'm sounding like a cranky senior citizen rambling on about the way they don't make things like they used to. Fuck that rant -- if you're as nihilistic as me I'm not saying anything new to you here.
Anyway, this is my attempt to have an internet presence again, because god knows if I'm not google-able I might as well not exist in this world. I love how "blogging" has become this completely legitimate form of journalism, and how in this day and age everyone is so exhibitionistic and willing to put their thoughts, interests and whatnot on public display ... because we think someone else might be interested? I guess as egotistical as it is, it's the same as making art -- one has to have a bit of ego going on to even feel that what one has to say is worth being heard. And now that the media is so democratized, everyone has the opportunity to be heard. The answer to the riddle has finally been answered -- regardless of whether anyone is listening, when the tree falls it does make a sound. Well here I am and I sure as hell have spent enough time logging hours as a voyeur myself, so it's about time I join this giant game of "look at me, look at me." So look at me and I don't really care if you don't like what you see. If it doesn't taste good, spit it out.
I do a lot of shit and have interests that run the gamut from 70s German cartoonists to all of my really cool and creative friends in New York City who are making moves and trying in some way to impact this vast cultural landscape. So that is what may be expected from Minnie Ma'am. Oh, by the way the origin of that name is that that is what I used to call my pacifiers when I was a wee one. Pretty cute huh? See, I was a born copy writer. So for my amusement probably more so than for yours, here it goes
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