Random Ranting

TV has gotten out of touch with its viewing public, whereas they been guilty in the past, its now become so insipid, so obvious and pathetic that even those device dependant have begun to wonder what’s going on.

I’m so sick of the Harley Davidson mythos I could hork. What was once a true underground American subculture has been packaged, glossed over and consumerized so well that for 20,000.00 and a leather jacket you too can be one of the disillusioned. Super-size that with 100 dollars worth of cookie cutter tattoo ink and you can be forcefully immune from any disenchantment. Target market pudgy midlife crisis with a 2-beer buzz and fell asleep watching Easy Rider. Lazy-ass OCC wannabee Victims!

If I see one more Civic fitted with a coffee can stinkpipe and an aluminum airplane wing on the back, simultaneously sporting shite stickers and the cheapest tires available I will go on a rampage of epic proportions. This is another example of crass, cheap-ass, magazine-induced hypnotism designed to infiltrate your wallet, you’re a victim, WAKE UP!

Why is it that Mountain Dew is cheaper than milk? –No wonder there are so many fat kids. How did we end up living in a culture that has to spend extra time, money and effort to NOT eat so much sugar?

The cry to “live more – consume less” seems to be falling on deaf ears. The machine has been running too well, for too long and its been pulling at the people so well that we’ve excepted, expected and eagerly anticipated the next level of convenience, high-fashion and media produced self-image consciousness. Trying hard not to be a victim. It’s a war and I don’t know how to win it. But at least I’ve woken up and it’s pissed me off.

Bomb That Freight

Trainspotting, not the movie. Right outside my current office lays a few sets of railroad tracks. The occasional magical glimpse leaves me checking the tracks like the weather channel. Every so often I get the view of some of the most amazing collaborative graphic design I’ve ever seen. Juxtaposed against flat industrial colors, clear-concise identification and some of the best/most abbreviated transportation logos known to man are the very colorfully chaotic, wonderfully garish tags, bombs, pieces ever produced by an aerosol can. These graffiti artists sometimes flip me right out. What makes it perfect is the placement on the canvas always says excellent design in its polar opposites simultaneously. Freedom and conformity, post-mod and mod, cause and effect, static and movement, order and chaos - like I said, flips me right out. They are like moving museum pieces randomly exposing themselves to the urban sprawl. Inspiring!