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I think too much.
Sep. 16th, 2008 12:25 amNo, really. I have been watching evolution videos on Youtube all day and it occurred to me as I got off my duff and went to hunker down for bed...
These ancestors of ours, they busted their collective balls to find greener pastures, fatter wilderbeest, bigger fish and a cushier existence. They evolved to be smarter, tougher and more self-sufficient. A process started, and humans sort of took evolution to a new level. We weren't evolving our bodies anymore, we were evolving our minds and culture. Memes took over genes and, well, you have us.
And what am I? I'm a girl that's about to sit down and fuck around playing Animal Crossing on the DS. I'm a woman that, given opposable thumbs and the God-given talent of painting and art, chooses to record Pop Culture characters, of all things. That's what I do.
With the skill that was fought for, died for, honed and developed over generations, here I am - painting pictures of guys and girls I think are hot. (Which, I guess that's all Bottacelli was doing with Venus, but you get my point!)
I guess, for a moment, I saw there was no cultural value in what I do. And that's sad, there should be. I know I have it in me to be a great artist of influence and depth. I just have this thing where I like capturing things that are beautiful to me. And right now, David Tennant is really very beautiful. How can I resist a hero like the Doctor? He is all about thinking, and I can NEVER resist a thinking hero.
I was very sad for a while, cause I figured I was letting my forebears down. And then I realised that my forebears would probably have appreciated the fact that I am rarely ever cold, rarely ever sick, am rarely ever in danger of being mauled by wild animals and they might have reminded me that they did everything that they did so that I could have an existence where I had the time to paint a picture because it made me happy to do so.
So I came full circle and realised that my DS had shut itself off because of low battery (I'd knocked the cable loose from the power point) and now when I restarted, I'd be visited by that fucking Resetti bastard.
All thoughts of my noble heritage lost in the face of an unsaved game of Animal Crossing... It's really an amazing existence for us, isn't it?
And I don't know if I mean that in a good or a bad way. In other news, I hate writing in journals for psychologists. *sigh*
These ancestors of ours, they busted their collective balls to find greener pastures, fatter wilderbeest, bigger fish and a cushier existence. They evolved to be smarter, tougher and more self-sufficient. A process started, and humans sort of took evolution to a new level. We weren't evolving our bodies anymore, we were evolving our minds and culture. Memes took over genes and, well, you have us.
And what am I? I'm a girl that's about to sit down and fuck around playing Animal Crossing on the DS. I'm a woman that, given opposable thumbs and the God-given talent of painting and art, chooses to record Pop Culture characters, of all things. That's what I do.
With the skill that was fought for, died for, honed and developed over generations, here I am - painting pictures of guys and girls I think are hot. (Which, I guess that's all Bottacelli was doing with Venus, but you get my point!)
I guess, for a moment, I saw there was no cultural value in what I do. And that's sad, there should be. I know I have it in me to be a great artist of influence and depth. I just have this thing where I like capturing things that are beautiful to me. And right now, David Tennant is really very beautiful. How can I resist a hero like the Doctor? He is all about thinking, and I can NEVER resist a thinking hero.
I was very sad for a while, cause I figured I was letting my forebears down. And then I realised that my forebears would probably have appreciated the fact that I am rarely ever cold, rarely ever sick, am rarely ever in danger of being mauled by wild animals and they might have reminded me that they did everything that they did so that I could have an existence where I had the time to paint a picture because it made me happy to do so.
So I came full circle and realised that my DS had shut itself off because of low battery (I'd knocked the cable loose from the power point) and now when I restarted, I'd be visited by that fucking Resetti bastard.
All thoughts of my noble heritage lost in the face of an unsaved game of Animal Crossing... It's really an amazing existence for us, isn't it?
And I don't know if I mean that in a good or a bad way. In other news, I hate writing in journals for psychologists. *sigh*
