Greggorian

The small suburban town was the perfect place for the infiltration. It allowed the spaceship to dock on a local structure resembling a water tower in the midst of the common landscape, so that it would go unnoticed. This spaceship was from the planet Greggoria. The spaceship was docked at the local highschool and my classmates told me that i was from the planet Greggoria. I was Greggorian based on the fact of my literalness and aptitude. When the time comes to graduate from this middle school i can return to my ship at the highschool to make my report of living on earth and return home. It had nothing to do with monks or calendars. It had to do with the fact that this fat adolescent had a hard time expressing his sense of humor. their jokes weren't as funny. they were a trying bunch. Peer pressure is such an underrated word used by adults to describe the relationships of pre-adults in the fight for individuality of a social setting in the consumer culture of our time. All posture and circumstance is what was relevant then and now. We live in a time were we buy labels and label. We never grow out of it. We transcend to different levels of social strata due to experience, but never out grow the idea of judgement. Our personal politics allows us to see our place in society in conjunction to how we see our relationships to others and how we perceive their place in society. We want to transcend the banal aspects of the hedonistic traits we are taught, but that river runs deep. Everybody judges. WE may then second guess our first judgement in our heads and give that victim another chance to prove themselves only to adhere them to the same criteria with a handicap as if it were a golf game. The majority then treat it like their country club is the best. The goth kids in their rubber accessories play putt putt or par three keeping out other kids with the same soundtrack and sense of isolation because of how they dress. Putt puttt may then seem to be a judgement but i use that example because the game is bigger than that simple aspect much as life is bigger than the games we play with social politics( and goth kids are a variable that can be filled by any click in any school). We are taught these rules. Survival has nothing to do with credit limit unless you are trying to survive in a shoppingmall. Where as the store we decide to shop at has more to do with the crowds we want to be judged by and judge with at this congregation of ritual. Will we reach the platform of our ship and return home? We must still gather data to break this system. We are learning more about the tools used to propagate this culture, but are we learning the adverse effects causing the schizophrenia of identity in each of us? We are consumers. We all buy things under the guidelines set by contemporary capitalism. That is the manifestation of technology unto industrialization that created Frankenstein. We are trying to capture Frankenstein's head and take it home to crack it open in the hopes that we can create a terminator2 to save the day. Is the answer to be found within the parameters of this game? I wish there was an easier way to the ship. Most days i want off this rock...., but i do enjoy the ride. Until next time. same geek channel same geek time.
nanoo nanoo (?)
live and prosper?
may the forth be with you?
feck it.....L8R
ttfn
bff
LOL
;/
lmaool ?
signing off, good night.
(starbangled banner)
beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

screen flavour

Star dated
Star struck
the bark of metaphor
This rustic skin
under glass
decorated with dirty fingers
space
and place
turnstile culture
poll position
I'm late
I'm late.

right before your eyes

Standard
Automatic
Automoton
Constructed
Engineered
Understood
I see what you're saying
Hints
Suggestions
Allegations
Lucidations
Hallucinations
Emancipation
i see what you are saying
Resemblance
Representative
Reprehensible
Repressive
Replacement
Regress
Reissue
i see what you're saying
Have what you have always wanted
Art now pay later
In your best interests
Protect your future
For the ones you love
Your last chance
Once in a lifetime
i see what you are saying

Fact or Fashion

Fact or Fashion:
Installment 1

Looking around the crowd, they are the comers and the goers, the movers and the shakers, college kids playing jet setter, and business people (not playing, not personal, just business) at this intersection of airport to bus to train. A crossroads of mass transit, emptying on to the high street of Edinburgh, a boulevard of mass media. I like coming here. Sitting here at the bus stop pretending to wait on someone or at the Scott monument under the same m.o. you can get lots of people watching done. Today, I’m at ‘Acanthus’. At the center of the aforementioned crossroads is a pub. Instead of posturing I am actually waiting for a friend to arrive from the States via London. With his flight already two hours late, I have succumbed to the luxuries of popular television. A giant projection screen television sits across the bar area from a slightly smaller high definition flat screen television. Both are strategically placed so that everyone in the bar can enjoy them and avoid engaging in the tepid boring monotonous conversation of their friends or colleagues biding time to speak. On VH1 Classic, “Sweet Child O’Mine” by Guns N Roses starts up (boy, am I feeling old) as a waitress in retro rock torn jeans (it’s in style again) brings me a Tennents’. Next door to a mall it seems almost fitting that the space of Acanthus feels more like a food court. This could be anywhere. It reminds me of a watering hole I would haunt regularly. Could it be the carpet?
I relax into my pint as I begin to observe the demographics represented by the patrons populating the pub. Just outside is a couple that appear quite frequently throughout New Town asking for change and just ten meters away is a professional management type in a full length wool trench coat which costs more than our high profile couple will see in the next few months. Inside the pub, I am surrounded by and mingle with the likes of people I do not normally see in the pub. They are the regular people I see at Tesco or run into at the neighborhood bakery. It’s a Friday afternoon, a good enough reason for an early tea, so off to the pub with a couple of work mates. At a nearby table, a few ladies from Admin., with their recent acquisition, a younger new hire, sit chatting. All with trendy hairdos, no color, and new conservative dress, jacket, button down, trousers and one has a wool skirt (past the knee). There are others just passing through the joint. Fresh off the train, backpacks in tote, just stopped in for a refreshing pint before heading to the hotel or the hostel. One of the other comforts that reminds me of the Graduate are the young men playing pool…eight ball. Half must work here and are on their day off or just got off. What better place to go for a pint with friends? Where you know people, like the bar/kitchen you work at the rest of your time. It’s definitely a good reason to drink. As I am parked here, waiting. I enjoy another pint and an order of chips. During this time I have been peering through the window anticipating Byron’s arrival. Through that portal I take notice of a fashion conscious crowd migrating from points a to b in route along the street infront of the bar. Indie kids, goth kids, parents, students; and as I investigate further, I recognize this passion for fashion, this courage for couture that these beings are portraying. It is really something that I am not used to seeing. Older, more mature women sporting pop diva hairdos of two colors in the latest street clothes turning them into twenty year olds from 15 meters. BRAVO! I applaud it. Be comfortable, be YOU and continue to grow. Willing to experience and remain open to try new things. I am used to seeing women, once they reach a certain age, slow down and become more reserved in their tastes as they are to give off the appearance of sophistication and maturity. They are to be grown up and adult-like. The younger kids have their youth and are forging their identities. You see young women almost twenty somethings dressed in the latest trends of cut-off denim skirts over leggings in open puffy winter jackets revealing their healthy physique reaching over their belt line under a too tight Von Dutch tee. It’s great! Their self confidence. Their me too attitude. They know what fashion is and they don’t believe that you have to look like Christina Aguilera or Kylie Minogue. It’s hopeful. Wilfred Trotter in his book, in 1916, “The Instincts of the Herd in Peace and War” said that……’terrified by existential isolation, people were inescapably motivated by the ‘herd instinct’, an inherited, unceasing need to gain the approval and camaraderie of the social group.’ These young people are exemplary in their courage even if it is a cloak for their self doubt.
I tip up the bottom of my pint glass at the perfect time. I’m done and Byron has stepped off the bus. I have to go as I see him head up towards Princes St.
See ya later.

the beat

beat
and out of step
out of breath
no pr
save my identity
smoke filled capuccino foam
washed up on the shore
of my online catalogue of dreams
makes me want to scream
wake up!
wake UP!
WAKE UP!
to the hum drum
drudgery of the public radio
morning traffic
in my favorite jeans
triple stitch seams
seems like i have heard this hipster song before
scuffed steel toes
the weight of this sidewalk
on the way to nowhere
i know where
the way outta here
they tell me
and i can share
i had fun there
last night it was fun
gotta go for now
sorry i gotta run
text me later
we'll chat
have a drink
after that listen to the jukebox
remember when
i had a dream
before lay a way plans n mortgage responsibility
we had it beat
we got the beat
listen to that beat
beat down
beat of my heart
bum bump bum bump bump
the beat
beat
beat
and out of step........

i'm down

conga manilla
concrete vanilla
paved and craved
penny loafer
treble cleff
polka dot
shuffle step
under electric pale
day-glo skin
polystirene pose
pencil shaving
yeah yeah yeahs
face to face
with my good byes
rose up in a clatter
to meet perforated surveys
sheen and shine
the glass house
future of dividend shares
and what we all need is someone to lean on

Inauguration

This day marks the beginning. The republic of Greggoria has been born. Let's see where we can take it. i will be posting as often as physically possible. i will post with the following quote by Lucy Lippard, in the catalogue "Art and Ideology" exhibition at the New Museum of Contemporary Art in New York. 1984: " It is understood by now that all art is ideological and all art is used politically by the right or the left, with the conscious and unconscious assent of the artist. There is no nuetral zone. Artist who remain stubbornly uninformed about the social and emotional effects of their images and their connections to other images outside the context are most easily manipulated by the prevailing systems of distribution, interpretation, and marketing." With that said, i leave it to the mass to discuss. I welcome the feedback and discussion around this idea by artist of all levels of experience. Sharing experience is sharing knowledge and knowledge is power.