I don't do much here. I sign in here and there to immerse myself in some beauty for a short time. This place is a thing of great beauty, the art, the opinions, the discussions, the battles, the love...sorry you get the idea, this place is a haven for souls who need some color. But I digress.
This 'place' that I come to relax and 'live well' was created by (apparently) three men. These three men in their different roles together brought fourth out of their collective man-womb one of the dopest spots (artist community) ever. It takes a village to raise a child, but it took only one man to sell out Jesus. WTF does this mean? I'll explain: In the process of bringing about a cohesive community or society we at the top of the food chain must govern ourselves, because if we don't we'll all end up running around on an island with guys named Piggy. We've all read Lord of the Flys in high school. (red flag) Now...I went to community college for more than six years so I don't have a clue what I'm talking about right now, but it seems to me that the ideal way to progress as a society is to progress as individuals, consider the antithesis. In order to accomplish this collective goal (personal embetterment©) in the most efficient way possible I have chosen to work in the IT field. Now some may argue that working with computers and working on the self are so basically dissimilar that making such a statement is at it's very core false. To these people I would like to say...fuck you, you don't know shit. Moving on.
I started out in the networking field and I have since migrated into the programming and coding arena. I've spent many many hours banging my head in my head against my desk in the process of making some of the most unimpressive things happen on a computer. I love it. It's really something when you sit back and look at a functioning application, a thing which allows others to do what they do while looking better. Not to mention working whenever I want...that kicks ass. Now that I've established my bias I'll get back to the point at hand. In the process of our personal embetterment we're quite often smacked in the face by the problem of mortality. (if I'm just gonna die wtf is the point?) Thus, the importance of the next generation. Over that hurdle and on to the next in our journey we discover our own falibility, and the terror which is brought screaming in it's hands. (I screw so many things up in my own life who the fuck am I to try and teach a child a damn thing?) Thus we put our children’s minds safely in the hands of others (red flag) and along the way do what we can to make sure they're not screwing up. It is amazing how quickly I get off subject...you really shouldn't talk to yourself so much. But I'm typing...that's kindof what typing is. That's not what I mean. I know, sorry. As we continue on we somewhere realize that all this stuff going on around us can be affected by us. We can't change everything, but some things we can...and there is a fork in the road. (should I keep working on society by working on myself or should I pick up a proverbial shovel? no...I don't know the proverb) So once we decide to start changing things around us we're left with a basic question, what are the limits? This can be a consuming question, the quest for the discovery of our limitations is the point of science...and science has consumed some souls to the point of holding PhD's on ants. That's dedication my friend. But it is in this loss of self to cause that drive some people to do some of the most amazing things, well...most of the really amazing things anyway. It is for these reasons that I support jark. Well, that and the fact that the point of art is in the creation, and anyone who has created anything should know that having that creation taken away from us hurts. Only bad monkeys throw poo. I said taken away, not sold, not donated, not given...taken. People who are willing to inflict that kind of pain do not understand it, or are in fear of it themselves. It's not always right, but we're judged most when we're placed in the most uncomfortable of circumstances, and right now...I'm really________.