That Guy

At the beginning of time, there was a wanderer who got lonely floating amongst the stars. He thought himself infinitely more wise and omniscient and frankly, the stars were fed up with his arrogance. With an invisible huff, he found himself ostracised. Desperate to prove his awesome powers and growing ever so weary of being alone, thoughts of creation ricocheted through his celestial orb of conscious thought.

Man. A broad thorax with four appendages, two connected laterally and two inferior. Each appendage would have five digits to hold things or to balance. His skin would reflect all the colours of space.

He peered into the distance of the universe finding the exact spot far enough away from any celestial beings to commence his project. The excited tightness in his astral stomach exploded in a silent orgasm of divine seed. And it was good because man was to be in his image, yes? But as the wanderer looked upon the rock on which he came, he noticed that man looked more like a hideous hairy creäture, not at all like he planned. Realising the stars were right for mocking him and hating the idiotic monsters he ejaculated, the wanderer popped out of existence. Little did he know that in millions of years, man would become everything he dreamed and more.

Point to be taken:

1. It is ridiculous that god is considered male.
B. God is a deadbeat dad.
Penultimate, good things come to those who wait.
And last, It is ridiculous to believe in any kind of god anyway.

A Slice of Life: RHPS and a Trip to Walmart

I’ve been working very hard lately what with finals, designing costumes for A Midsummer Night’s Dream, gathering props for Last Night of Ballyhoo, and now my latest and most exciting project; The Rocky Horror Picture Show Shadow Cast, Denton Dropouts.

Now, in attempt to alleviate some stress from my most fabulous director, I went in search of costumes at Target, Walmart, Goodwill, and TJ Max. I found jack shit (and it wasn’t a pretty sight). Not only was my trip an utter waste of gas, but it also reaffirmed my loathing of Walmart.

First I walk in and the store is completely rearranged. Ok, fine. I understand. I look around for what I need, which is just a plastic picture frame ornament for my grandmother. I look in the Christmas isles. I look in the picture frame isle. I look in the craft isle. Nothing. I know they are there somewhere as I get them every year at Christmas time. So I go up to one of the slaves in blue with the misleading happy face on her vest. Politely, I ask where they might be. Her response was to ask someone in the Christmas Department. I went in search of someone to help me when finally I see another miserable salesman and ask again. He didn’t know. HE. DIDN’T. KNOW. Isn’t it his job to know? Isn’t it his job to make my life easier, his life more interesting, and make the company money?

Though I am not against Walmart and it’s always low prices. When I know exactly what I want and where it is and spend less than ten minutes accomplishing that mission, I’m completely fine. But! (and it’s a big one) going in there and dealing with the people who have no other option, who mope around because they don’t get any benefits but a minimum wage check, who make your shopping experience as pathetic as their lives are, piss me the fuck off.

As I am sitting here at the end of the day, I am reminded of why they work there in the first place.

The Ambiguous Nature of Beauty: An Introduction

It has been my experience that at sometime, someone, something, or someplace will open up your eyes to all the beauty around you. A stranger with a kind smile and a big heart. A book with enough words to inspire feelings you’ve been neglecting. A park in the middle of the city where nature clashes with the modern world. The world becomes bright and for perhaps the first time in your life, you are happy, and warm and content with everything. It doesn’t last long, this sudden feeling of euphoric oneness with the universe, but after, you forever appreciate that what makes life worth living, worth getting up for, worth becoming the very best you can be, if just to feel it one more time.

I remember writing this quite a while back. And while I still think it’s one of my most profound personal philosophies, I look back and think ‘Was I on drugs?’ No. This reads to me like an ignorant hippie’s pipe musings, however. It’s not exactly the image of myself I want to give off. So keep in mind that when I start describing how happy getting flowers makes me or how curious cockroaches half squished on the sidewalk makes me want to take them home, know there is much more to me than this insanity I allow you to see.

Did You See What You Just Saw?

This is a Rorschach Test or more commonly known as an inkblot test. In psychology, a subject looks into the inkblot and tells the good doctor what he sees. The doctor analyzes the patient’s perspective to conclude whether or not the patient has any thought disorders.

Because this is a blog all about perspective, I figured this would be a good way to start. What do you see?

I see a deus machina pregnant with the cosmos.

If what I see differs in any way from what you see, that is perspective; every and all ideation recognised from multiple points of view.

However, let us go back to the patient for a moment. He sees something completely off kilter that ‘normal people’ would never imagine. The doctor calls him crazy and locks him away. He is a pariah because he has a different perspective. This is where I find fault. Freud said that perspective is a single event viewed and influenced by psychological processes. So while there are many possibilities, not all are true? Even though consensus leads to fact, can we truly deny the psychological processes making this man function as false, but to him the event was very real?

*Luckily, the rorschach is no longer in use so we have no reason to fear individual perspective, right? Wrong.*

Because I am ignorant, I contend that everyone has the right to a point of view, an opinion, a perspective, without being told they are wrong. Which I have been. Numerous times.

While all perspectives are valid, reality itself can become subjective as well.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

But please, skew reality wisely. I accept your reality and perspective is different from mine. Please give me the same courtesy.

If there is anything here that needs clarifying, ask questions, correct me, I beg you.

What do you see?

*Edit 12/21 thanks to Brandon Monastero*