"Content Creator" is this era's greatest Orwellian euphemism, presenting the mindless sputum of the half-literate as 'content' and declaring the banging of one's head against a keyboard as 'creativity.'
For the month of May, let us refrain from negative criticisms. Instead, let's focus on the positive and #SpreadTheLove.
Doesn't it seem like every one is just really, really, really pissed off these days?
I get that we're worried about self-esteem and people being made to feel bad about themselves, but telling everyone they're special isn't the solution, it's the problem.
This is a pretty common bit of wisdom that gets handed down from the old and wizened to the young and wide-eyed. It's excellent advice, too, if only because inertia is a powerful force, and the longer you put off your crazy, impractical dreams, the harder it will be to ever accomplish them. It's also a trap.
Any consumption of art is an act of exclusion. When you wander the aisles of a bookstore, scroll your Netflix queue or open Spotify, you are presented with a sea of choices and you narrow it down based on internal criteria. You could spend your entire life devoted to consuming art and you’d still never … Continue reading The Art Diet: A Changing Meal
My year in New Orleans has come to its conclusion (can you believe it's been a full year?) and it's time for me to bite the bullet and discuss my experience.
One of my favorite things in the world is creating a music mix. Call it a mixtape, a mixed CD, a playlist, whatever, the name doesn't matter, it's the act that matters. The curation of a good mix is an art form, but it's an act of love, too.