you don’t really notice the buzzing is happening, until it stops.

mediocrity sells. it is ubiquitous and tiresome not to join the club when starving. rather to be bound by bullshit and ovation, or to be ravenous yet humble. the saddest side of human nature is when the appeal of appealing outweighs one’s own soul.

in a bathroom stall the other day, I saw some wall scribble complainging about hipsters, and someone else’s response about how “cynics are just people that want to complain but don’t really know enough about their own emotions to have something worthwhile to say.”  I thought this was humorous given the location I was taking care of business in, and laughed to myself as the image of some dickhead with grandma glasses (male) and his $6 cup of coffee actually took the time to write a poorly written retort, really sticking it to the man on the shitter wall. the man that is so confident, and cares so much about everything that, that he the cynic, is disgusted by the behavior and denseness of those around him, that he dare make comments that reflect his own observations of the human decline.  while the hipster ideal, formerly known as alternative, is an easy target and catch phrase, promotes this disregard for knowledge, and satisfaction found from the praise of ironic ignorance, which is appalling. and it is not just the hipster. but more and more, a majority of the people one passes on the street…every color, creed, and religion. the more you try to stand out and be an outsider, the closer to the mean of subculture you become. please have something to say, weither it positive or negative. thoughts are worth discussing. boisterous partial language, and redundant melodies are not.

so here’s from one cynic to another. it’s pretty beautiful outside today. 

get some fucking sun before it gets dark. 

I’m in a group show this saturday. come hang out.
http://www.facebook.com/events/254662034594609/

high-five goes to the “punk” strutting down the street in his sick, recently bought leather jacket, covered in studs, the back adored with a cross of studs and the word “HALIS” written across the bottom. I dont know who is more bummed, God or the beast. 

Off the boat back in Miami and michael mcdonald is playing in mcdonalds.

Later New York. See you soon Honduras and Belize.

On the road with Thursday photographing the their last few shows. Come hang!
DC tonight. New haven tomorrow. Boston Thursday. Philly Friday.