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January 2008

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The Unburdened Mind: Psychopaths Amongst Us

“It’s like… at my first job,” he continues, “I was stealing maybe a thousand bucks a month from that place. And this kid, he was new, he got wise. And he was going to turn me in, but before he got the chance I went to the manager and pinned the whole thing on him.” Now he is grinning widely. “Kid lost his job, the cops got involved, I don’t know what happened to him. And I guess something like that is supposed to make me feel bad, right? It’s supposed to hurt, right? But instead, it’s like there’s nothing.” He smiles apologetically and shakes his head. “Nothing.”

Read the rest, at Damn Interesting. 

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Jan 29, 2008
Airbus A380 Cockpit Panorama → gillesvidal.com
Jan 29, 2008
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“When the fact that one is a total nonentity who’s done nothing more outstanding than eating, sleeping and chatting with neighbours becomes a fact worthy of pride, of announcement to the world and of diligent study by millions of readers - the fact that one has built a cathedral becomes unrecordable and unannounceable.” —

Ellsworth Toohey, in Ayn Rand’s ‘The Fountainhead’

Toohey’s vision would seem to have whole-heartedly arrived, in the form of our current obsession with celebrity do-nothings like Paris Hilton and the rest of her odious ilk. The average person’s interest in the lives of famous folk is nothing new, and totally understandable, but the shift in focus that we have seen in recent years - from movie stars and musicians to rich kids and party girls - is particularly galling. Even if you were not a fan of a particular singer or actor, any fandom they inspired (even if it reached hysterical levels) could be partly justified by the fact that they at least produced something tangible, be it a cheap pop song or a cliched movie.

The situation we have now, where people are celebrated for doing nothing, is so pervasive and destructive that I have to wonder whether it really has been engineered in some way. It is almost as if someone wants to destroy the idea of the artist, the creator, the inventor, at least as any sort of worthy role in life. There are so many people out there creating wonderful works of art, innovative and useful tools or new business opportunities, and they are the people who society should be holding up as worthy of our interest and adulation; they and their work. Instead, we are presented with non-news about non-entities who create nothing of worth.

As a self-confessed creative, this is a bitter pill to swallow, and I am starting to feel a certain paranoia about the situation. Are there people out there for whom an anaesthetised public, unquestioning of the status quo and happy to be fed a diet of cheap reality TV and celebrity do-nothings, is a useful tool? Undoubtedly, but could we even see a situation whereby innovation and creation are seen as a threat? Perhaps. If there’s one thing that any power structure desires, it is to maintain and bolster that structure. Change is to be feared, as change brings instability. Anything that could lead to change, be it a new tool, or a new way of looking at things, would need to be held back. For the existing power structure, the creative individualist is the greatest threat.

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Jan 27, 2008
“You can’t build a reputation on what you are going to do” —Henry Ford
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Jan 25, 2008
Rain Is STILL Kryptonite To Los Angeles

As I previously noted, Los Angeles starts to come apart at the seams when sprinkled with the kind of rain that many places endure for weeks on end.

Last night’s (supposedly) heavy rain resulted, once again, in a total lack of hot water this morning. What a surprise. After a useless call to our emergency maintenance service, conveniently located so close by that the operator had to ask me which city I was in, I endured an icy cold sluicing the likes of which cause your genitalia to head north for the winter, and rinsed off the soap by pouring lukewarm water, heated on the stove by my wife, over my head from a bucket.

This has happened so many times now that, last night, as we watched the rain hammering on the balcony, I said to my wife, “no hot water tomorrow then?”

I long for the day when such things are not so predictably shit. 

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Jan 24, 2008
Understanding Art for Geeks → flickr.com

this is, ladies and gentlemen, a must-see. — rocketscience

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