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JOINED: May 05, 2008
LOCATION: All around.. curren...
RECORDS: 42
LATEST RECORD: over 1 year ago
JOINED: May 05, 2008
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Video response to Regularity vid #23, as I thought it would take too long to type out what I had in mind.
Some footage from '07 that contains some falls. Feel free to extract them and use in a REmix.
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The 1st fall is in the beginning of the clip (performed by my dear friend Joe Torrey). For you stunt-nerds out there the technique and type of highfall is called a "face-off".
The 2nd fall is at the end of the (performed by moi, with much less "badassness" than Joe's). This type of highfall is called a "header" and it's one of the more basic.
Note on the footage: I had this clip on my computer, but the clip's format isn't supported by my basic editor so I couldn't extract the falls from all the other redundant footage. I apologize for that and the large file size. I really don't have good editing software at the moment.
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The 1st fall is in the beginning of the clip (performed by my dear friend Joe Torrey). For you stunt-nerds out there the technique and type of highfall is called a "face-off".
The 2nd fall is at the end of the (performed by moi, with much less "badassness" than Joe's). This type of highfall is called a "header" and it's one of the more basic.
Note on the footage: I had this clip on my computer, but the clip's format isn't supported by my basic editor so I couldn't extract the falls from all the other redundant footage. I apologize for that and the large file size. I really don't have good editing software at the moment.
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Where is the "good" art? What is the "good" art? Art is bad if not well executed. What is well executed art? Well executed art is a brilliant, more importantly 'authentic' processing of data into a presentable artistically classified, or unclassified, form of expression. Therefore, it's "art". "Good" art can be entirely separate of any preconceived notions of a "talented" execution. Thus, "untalented" art can be just as significant, if not more significant, than "talented" art. The merit then lies in authenticity, supplemented then by the more abstract means of expression. The person that cannot "draw a lick", instead doodles a ridiculous series of lines and scribbles, presents it in media set to a decorative piano piece, correlating it to an abstract, yet meaningful, title, or series of subtitles, can therefore be an artist and therefore has created "art". A person that views this piece, emulates it to a tee, is motivated by "wanting to create art", is informed by the surface of the previous work, and finally creates something with seemingly more "talent" involved, is not an artist. Thus, has not created "art". Art is elusive. If someone has created art, and is therefore an artist, it might very well be as much of a surprise by them than by anyone else. No one is quantifiably an artist. Everyone is an artist. |
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Goodbye notions of that perfect love. The picture religion paints of saving yourself, rather your sexuality, for that perfect person. A person who will no doubt be lost to obscurity in my memory. A fleeting acquaintance of my youth who holds no greater significance to my present self than any other acquaintances of that time in my life. A person who I once would frequently sleep with, soiled and saturated with my sweat and other vile bodily fluids. A person who's body I've known intimately and who has known my body with equal intimacy. A person who's shared in disgusting moments of my life under false pretense of supposed "love", a concept I only had a vague and immature comprehension of at that time. A person I could easily soon forget if their name were not anchored down in my memory by the simple fact that they were my first experience in the realm of sexuality; a realm regarded in a near-mystical reverence in my foolish youth. No regrets, no remorse, no bitterness; indifference really; only an adult perception remains. What silly things we think in our youth. Maturity almost equates to a liberal mind. |
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The used, probably dangerously mechanically unreliable, motorcycle I used to [slowly and carefully] get around town my first year living in China.
