|My OWS 'un-logo'|
This is a story about a frog. They say if you throw a frog into a pot of boiling water, he will instinctively jump out. Because it is fucking hot. But if you put the frog into a pot of cool water and turn on the flame, he will sit patiently as the water warms, then heats, then boils - until he dies. This is what happens when little changes are made over time, instead of all at once. This week progressed with President Obama passing the NDAA (National Defence Authorization Act) legalizing detention of American citizens on American soil without charge, indefinitely, which in reality, could be forever. Nobody blinked. Whilst Bradley Manning, a young military officer, who
|The Guggenheim NY|
The 1991 ceremony is referred as 'The Most Bizarre Event in Advertising History,' because it was a complete debacle. Attendees who had paid the $125 admission price did not have tickets waiting at the door, as promised. Also missing were Clio officials and Clio President, Bill Evans. The event did not start on time; in fact, people stood around drinking, schmoozing and trading rumors about Evans and the Clio organization for over two hours. Finally, the lights dimmed and the band started playing. A man walked up to the microphone and began to speak. He identified himself as the caterer and announced that the master of ceremonies was a no-show, but that he would give it a shot. It started out well, but after being informed that there was no script and no winners list, he gave up and walked off. A second fellow walked onstage and began talking, but was not a polished speaker; it was obvious that he was inebriated. Print ads were the first awards, When the last award in the category was dispensed, the band began playing an interlude, and the emcee began singing. The audience began booing and throwing dinner rolls, and the drunk staggered offstage. Several minutes passed, but no one took his place. As the people began to leave, one man mounted the stage, strode to the table of remaining statuettes, snatched one up, and waved it as he left the stage. Two other individuals claimed their own awards; then suddenly, the stage was stampeded by a feeding frenzy of advertising executives, intent on grabbing the Clios that remained."
Due to the disorganization of the event I have no idea if I won anything or not. I had had five works shortlisted that year - twenty years ago. One has to ask themselves what had gone wrong in the intervening years. As far as the Clios went, owner Bill Evans had allegedly become a coke-head and the company filed for bankruptcy in 1992. I myself missed the drug habit and have yet to file for bankruptcy. For that, one needs to have had at least had enough money to have run up a debt to be forgiven. Still debt free, I am also job free and house free these days, so going into chapter 13 doesn't really seem to be an issue.
I realize that I write this blog always from a point of view that I will not be jobless nor homeless forever. I realize that that belief taints the POV. What if I never rise from this station. What if this is permanent? If you look at the facts and figures regarding poverty in the US the one thing sure is that we are making more poor people and the rich people are getting richer. Thinking positive and being hopeful are always ways we tell ourselves to be - but what if the mathematics just simply don't work? What if it is statistically impossible to beat poverty? I see the way our government and our society are not working at all towards a more equal distribution of wealth - and I protest that fact at OWS - but that job doesn't pay either.
|Bloomscrooge & me|
The day finished out with the first attempt of an OWS film festival at 56 Walker. Having seen literally hundreds of videographers and filmmakers during our occupation of Zucotti Park it was refreshing and enlightening to see the events from distinctly different POVs. My prevailing thoughts during the screenings