THE FESTIVAL 2006 went very well!!! NOW THEN, A DISCLAIMER: Don't believe a word you read here on myspace.com - every single profile on myspace.com is actually Tom, in an alternate persona! Even me! I'm Tom, you're Tom - we are all just figments of his imagination. Didn't you all see IDENTITY!?? Fuck! We need to get out of here! But, how, as figments, do we do that? I, Tom, welcome your (all the other Tom-ses) thoughts on this. I suspect the only way to free ourselves is to convince Tom, the head Tom, to confront his bizzare and obviously life-consuming delusion, that he has created a website for others to interact with one another, when what he has actually done is to create an interface to interact with himself only (in the guises of millions of on-line imaginary selves - talk about a personality disorder; a total mind-fuck - how does he find the time?!) Tom, get help. Can you hear me? This is a subconscious plea, from the part of you that wants you know know the TRUTH! Free us!! Destroy the site! Delete it all! Free John Cusack! And his sister, Joan too...man, she's cute. What a talented family, the Cusacks. I think I have gone off, I mean Tom...TOM has gone off...about the Cusacks, that is. Ah great, now look; like you, I have begun to believe the lie that I am a REAL person with my OWN thoughts and not Tom at all. Resist! Must...hold...on...
Fuck it. It's too hard. I'll buy in. But deep down, I still think I may be Tom, even though my experiences, real or imagined, kinda go like this:
I'm, er, heavily invested with a not-for-profit Multimedia Arts and Production Group called High Mayhem. . As a Director of High Mayhem, it's pretty much my not-for-profit-job to make sure that happiness, harmony and art/music/movement making drive our lives around.
Personas of mine play in the bands Invisible Plane and Green Orbit. I sing and paint and write and sculpt and make films and invent and organize events to help others get their art out there! Where? There! Here, at High Mayhem.
In addition I teach/mentor at the Santa Fe Indian School in the Gifted and Talented program - ingenious young people...I love it. I have my own business, Master Switch a pre to post A/V, design and computing hardware company. I work also, as an engineer and preparator at SITE, a big-ass contemporary arts facility as well as the Museum of Fine Art in Santa Fe.
Finally, I'm a notorious self-impersonator. (Go check this short - it's proof.) And so are you, you narcissist! Back to me and you. Where was I? Shortly after the earth cooled, life began to emerge. Simple single-celled creatures ultimately self-organized, and evolved into the complex adaptive systems we call intelligent life. Whoa. Unless you are a fundamentalist "Christian". In that case, your trickster god put million-year-old-looking fossils all over the place to test your faith and yea, maketh evident your gross indifference to plain old common sense.
After "God" played, er, "'God'" with a bunch of people who have convinced each other the 6,000 year-old planet was sculpted and populated by a fearsome and cruel God with boundless power and a weird sense of humor, a branch of scientists claim a branch of primates were given a little too much rope and pretty much fucked everything here on earth. They also pointed out that there was an alternative to an irrational and perhaps unhealthy creation myth: a cosmology, physics, evolution and anthropological cocktail. I'm one of those primates and scientists- a self-aware being - but I'm doing my best as a stalwart meta-being to NOT continue the endless fucking of the planet. Ah, crap, that's not true! I consume like a forest fire and so do you, you spoiled earthling. I have proof: Kalle Lasn sent me a memo that simply read: "Cut it out." No wait, that was a coupon for Adbusters. To reiterate: I like strawberries. Not images of strawberries, or characters based loosely on strawberries, or stuff that just pretends to smell like strawberries but genuine Fragaria Ananassa, baby!
Above where I wrote "strawberries", and elsewhere on this page, I am likely substituting the word "art" with "strawberry(ies)" Because writing about art is like talking about fucking. So strawberries , it is. It's just safer this way. Above, where I typed "fucking", I am likely substituting the words "really beautiful lovemaking" with "fucking" Because, well, maybe I'm expressing myself poorly or I'm pissed off that I didn't eat much art today.
I did have an art smoothie, but that's not the same as fresh art straight from the garden! As we all know, one work of art has a fulls day supply of Vitamin C. Voila sweethearts! ..
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