BWSS: Teacup Puppies

Have you guys ever seen or heard of these? They are puppies that have been bred inside teacups. You know, to meet mankind's unceasing demand for tiny things.

Aww.

(That's Nick in the background if you were wondering. This was actually his senior yearbook photo.)

But guess what. It turns out that "cuteness" as an aesthetic value can lead to practices that are morally -- wait for it -- questionable.

The Family of Man: Our love of the tiny unites us all.

Anyway, Teacup Puppies equal total genetic messes. Apprarently their bones are so brittle that sometimes they will just fall apart. They were not meant for this earth. It's sad and awful. It's a lot like Benjamin Button.

“Fuck you, Darwin.”

So, in short: we are tampering with nature in order to make it harmonize with our aesthetic values. But in so doing -- in our unceasing quest to produce a better, more beautiful product -- we are left with something frail and maladptive, something fundamentally broken, something whose very existence is an act violence.

In other words:

B.

W.

S.

S.

Or, I guess, BWSM (Busy Writing Scholarly Monograph)

Stop Not Making Any Sense

David Byrne, I don’t understand you at all. Sometimes you are the best, and then other times you are the guy who gets millions of dollars to make art in a cool building and comes up with this.

When you get both hands busy on the keyboard — as anyone who comes to see the work will be allowed to do — the room roars and clatters to life, seeming to harbor an invisible band playing something written by Phillip Glass in collaboration with the Stooges, a Japanese sho virtuoso and a kitchen full of 3-year-olds with pots and ladles.

Sounds great!

No it doesn't.

And then you say things like this:

"I’m not suggesting people abandon musical instruments and start playing their cars and apartments, but I do think the reign of music as a commodity made only by professionals might be winding down."

It’s about time. I’m sick of those professionals, always walking around with their noses in the air, acting like they know everything about everything. Stop pushing your filthy commodities on me!! Why don’t you just go back to your corporate headquarters and keep polluting the planet with your child labor corporations corporations homophobia oppression. Jerks.

I do still want to see that building though. Who wants to come with me? Afterwards maybe we can rent American Beauty and learn to open our eyes to the beauty everywhere around us. Look closer, guys. Look closer.

Tender Buttons

Is it just me, or does the Internet look a lot like pure love? In all it's epic beauty and frustrating, flat stupidity; it's particularity and universality. Let's not forget: the future is a creative venture. Let's not forget: the best part about creative ventures is that it's impossible for creators to avoid revealing their hearts.
Let's not forget.

Sweetness and light, bitches. It never dies.