The idea of insidiousness is well spread. But Today I don't want to generate some sort of criticism, nor I wan't to build upon some sort of semantic background. Today is simple. Is about frustration, labour, time, and our expectations. About the everyday, the what we perceive as solid but is truly contentious. It is also about immediacy, and having a sense of urgency, which for some reason I am starting to recover. That is that.

Life as consumerism is not the fact, or situation in which you find-yourself-consuming. That is just a plain transaction-with all its subtleties. Instead consumerism is the sense that progress, and worse, change lies in a place which is external. And I can give you examples: if I want to succeed I need-buy-an education, if I buy this type of shoes I will rune faster, and so on and so forth. Breaking out of this illusion is reject the consumerist attitude to life, and to build a less delusional experience of life for yourself.

I am not here to tell you what to do.

I have just recently read about the difference between Criticism and Critique, which I find very enlightening. I also enjoy how sophisticated Yahoo answers can get sometimes. Critique then is always constructive in its perspective, and this is something I am interested in. Constructive criticism, which as per the above it wouldn't be correct.

To think that you are within a system that has ruled out possibilities is a state of despair. And I think we are better off thinking about the relationship between a new ideology, as horrendous as that might sound (I need to find a better word here), and a for of being-in-the-world.

I have been working long hours recently and I have just realised that time is as fragile as our futile selves. I also think that we should somehow capture all the splendour, with no delay, to build toward the dreamed. This means breaking with convention. Breaking with fear. Breaking with the fear of being rejected, or ostracised, which I had both at high school and University. Is not until now that I can see a clearer picture of myself, and I am happy to embrace.

Embrace requires setting a new bunch of parameters, and working for other for example, just doesn't work for me. I am somehow emancipating today. I have also realised that studying for/with other doesn't cut it for me either. I am somehow a misfit in contemporary cultural expectation, as to what is perceived to be the correct way, or the way forward. Does this mean I am a freak?

Academic Halperin suggests that to get over stigma you have to embrace it, and possibly subvert it. Now I like all of his suggestions, and all of his-most of the time-wording. I would like to embrace what Ranciere has to say on Art and Politics; for they become political as much as they set new their own types of spaces of production. This means that the product is not so much at the centre of meaning, but its very infrastructure. Aiming at setting these is a political project in itself, as it is to refocus the Camera, to give it a new focus. Sometimes this action relies on No. What a liberating Word!

It is at this point clear that the world is run by filthy men. Like you know, those who abide to the canon. If social conventions are so infectious they can be so good! For where there is a pattern, there is a underlying logic, thus-I would say-a dehumanising phenomenon.

Today I am changing shoes, and I will be delivering a set of noes around the world, to take advantage, to refresh these ideas that have been in my mind for a long time. This time I am taking ownership which for know has somehow, as much as my assimilated learning can allow me, my agency. Agency towards the fulfilment of desire, and of intuition. Today I am re-engineering my gaze, my sense of taste, of cultural production, my manners, and more broadly my ways. As much as some colloquialism can grasp all my wishes to transmit some sense of meaning, rather that five volumes of theory, something must be wrong in our sense of appreciation. I the human project (haha) has been a collective trail towards dehumanization; I unsubscribe; for as Weizman would put it, I belong the club of humans, and for now I have a granted membership. Somehow I am willing to become more human; to realise that which hope has given me. I am in a project of Unlearning.

The word of the century.

Throwing butter to the ceiling/Tired of Life/

Tired of Butter II

Moments of Clarity surely difficult to find. I am on an-automatic-ball-throwing-machine mode. I wouldn't say that my behaviour is indiscriminate, or any near inconsiderate. But I have been thinking of this mode of action as (un)reflexive, for although I keep a pseudo task of automation on, in this process I try to learn from the mistakes I make on the way, notate them, revise them, perform amendments. Sometimes then some results might turn counter-intuitive, for which I am usually both alarmED™, terrified, and delighted.