Dear James Thanks for your personal and long comments
Makes me feel less lonely Appreciating your sense of humour! and respecting your courage As for the saviour, I used to deny my wish for this but currently I am changing my feelings as it appears more natural and more honest ( to myself) to accept my own wish, probably has to do with circumstances and age. At least we all becoming Job, -from the Book of Job-, after being jobless ; - ) Andreas Maria Jacobs w: http://www.nictoglobe.com w: http://burgerwaanzin.nl On 9 Feb 2011, at 16:34, James Morris <[email protected]> wrote: > On 8 February 2011 23:50, Andreas Maria Jacobs <[email protected]> > wrote: >> Hi again >> >> How 'networked' is the alienated artist > > this networked (itlps) artist is alienated. > > >> >> A harsh silence, preferable to stupid words >> >> I sincerely like to share, but when it is not related to techno- >> fetishism it is most of the time ignored and my feeling of despair is >> growing > > Not sure if I am guilty or not though I can say I don't have a fetish > for the latest 'must-have' gadgets - I can't afford to. Sorry no harsh > silence here, only stupid words, but... > > As a teenager I used to desire fast cars such as Ferraris but over the > years I realized people like me don't have Ferraris which eventually > led to the realization I couldn't give a shit what car I drive as long > as it agrees to perform the function of transportation from A to B. > The power-steering pump on my current car has gone wrong and now makes > a nasty grinding noise. I was initially worried until consulting my > father for his opinion which was that I will always be able to guide > my car around corners even if the steering pump fails. So that's all > that matters. > > It's kinda the same with technology. I'm into Linux because of the > freedom and very low initial cost of ownership. I find that being > someone with not a lot of money, I want to have some degree of control > over the technology I do buy. With the computer running Linux I have > control over it. I can install software which doesn't waste CPU cycles > looking like a design student has just wanked all over it. I don't > care if my software looks shit as long as it functions. Such an > attitude leads one inevitably to the command line where there are > > >> I do not to intend to exagerate but having the impression that >> content >> issues are snowing under and that form and context is taking over >> >> Networked art will not exist when the network is as fragile as a veil >> spun by spiders and broken by the slightished breeze >> >> Is netbehaviour is becoming a privileged platform for the same >> incestuous incrowd as always is the case when concepts are mistaken >> for art? > > i've forced my way in here, to begin with under the illusion it would > make me an artist. > >> Empty colorfull containers are the main output of empty colorfull >> people > > Ah, now, I can disprove this. As I have mentioned before, I work in a > plastics moulding factory. You wouldn't believe how many buckets must > be made day in day out. It would be mind blowing if it wasn't so mind > numbing. > > Now, again, now, colourful buckets are usually the result of a > material colour-change (ie one job ends another starts). Ie, the > moulding machine has been making green buckets, but now has started on > a job making blue buckets. Between the acceptable buckets is a range > of funky buckets. How funky they are depends on if the colour material > was stopped and the machine carried on with the colourless-material. > > Personally i see a market for them but the company just regrinds them > (recycles) (apparently). > > But it's still boring as hell. Today I was making buckets fucking fuck > bucket bastard buckets and the future looks bleak indeed. Total list > of positives about my job 1) i'm not shovelling shit. 2) i have a job. > 3) i can listen to music on headphones. The other day I was listening > to some music I'd not listened to for a long time (ie most of my music > collection) and it blew my head away such that I felt like I wasn't > really at work but was just playing. The feeling of being at play > ended when I cut my thumb with the knife that was supposed to be > trimming flash from buckets. > > Ah yes, yes, yes, today I was again feeling my future is bleak, full > of jobs where I stand for 8 hours a day, and am paid the minimum > amount by UK law that employers are obliged to pay. And I thought, > perhaps I should start praying. And considering I'm not really > religious, I really felt that yes, perhaps finding Jesus.. not Jesus > but you know, some kind of internal saviour operating independently > from any religion,... maybe I should give it a go? A saviour might > help even if it is a delusion of some kind. I'm laughing really. > Really. Yes. > > Look, sorry for the stupid words but after a day at work in vocal > silence, the longest conversation I had consisted of maybe three > sentences (rest of the conversations consisted of maximum three > grunts), my brain goes gaga (with a pinch of salt on my tongue > (pressed softly - not firmly) in my cheek). > _______________________________________________ > NetBehaviour mailing list > [email protected] > http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour > _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
