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(11/30/03 1:52 pm) Reply
Reality and too much of it
If the displayed reality is contrived and untrue, does it change what's real and what's not?
Which is to say - if everyone around you (and you too) 'put on airs', project an image that is untrue to your reality and/or otherwise distort people's perception of the truth, what becomes of the truth? Does the percieved reality usurp what is actually true? Is there a measurable truth? Does it matter?
All around me (because it's easier to point the finger than it is to examine one's self objectively) I see fake people, fabricated images, contrived realities. As a motorcycle builder/seller/fixer, perhaps my world is more prone to have people like this, but I see it everywhere I look.
Tough-guys with manicures, lamb-skin coats and no calluses that can't walk a flight of stairs without wheezing.
Silicone tits, lypo-ed hips, collagen lips and a botox face.
People who have sold their soul for money.
How many people judge you based on your suit label? Your wine selection? Your neighborhood?
I heard a guy complaining the other day. He was pissed off that every time he took his classic Ferrari for a drive, people wanted to talk to him about it. How sad for him.
I'm so sick of this world. I'm sick of the shell I put on when I step out my door and I don't want it any more.
dharma explorer
Posts: 581
(11/30/03 5:48 pm) Reply
civilization and too much of it
I've travelled a lot, and it was always the case that the more remote and "uncivilized" the location, the more real the people were. Must be some odd correlation to Maslow's Law...
That's the beauty of getting old. I no longer give a shit what people think of me, how I look, how I dress, what I do. The folks who care about those things don't matter to me.
You can be sure that the fake ones are disappointed in themselves.
I like to go into the city and laugh to myself at the fakes, then retreat to my small town/rural retreat where the real folks live.
---------- The next best thing to playing and winning....is playing and losing
Just buy a new life...
My neighbor bought the entire Harley persona complete with fake pony tail attached to his helmet. He bought all the leather crap, logo's for his garage floor, Harley parking signs, mugs, etc. Overnight he became a "biker." He bought his wife new boobs, too. Nice ones if you like that sort of thing. She asked me if I wanted to try them! Only one word can describe these people...Californians. (I didn't try out the neighbors wife and her new boobs by the way...I was tempted because...well...you know...she was disappointed).
It is odd. I have spent most of my conscious life looking inside of me trying to find out who I am and what I should be doing with my precious little time clomping around this orb and my dopey neighbor finds the perfect answer. Buy a new life and chuck it when it gets boring...why in the world look inside yourself for answers when all you need is a wallet.
In a way I am jealous of them. They have no concept of truth and don't WANT one. All the while I struggle with an unresolvable internal debate. The older I get (and I don't consider myself old by any means) the quicker I can identify a decoy person. That is a good thing. But I also find that more people than I ever could have imagined are decoys.
----- Other than THAT, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?
shallows and fakes
I don't know why these posts made me smile. I thought the be-true-to-thyself vs. the be-'cool' dilemma was a high school thing! I'm 25 and I gotta tell ya, I'm pretty happy with the people around me. But then again, I'm living in london, doing my masters, and surrounded by like-minded creative ambitious people. When I think about going back home, I can relate more to what you're all discussing. The botox, fancy cars, mobile phones, just nauseating! Its all about the labels. But I think these people generally get what they were looking for in the end, which is emptiness.
Vain, vapid, vacuous.....
I was talking with a fellow cast member from a film shot just last month - we were in an exclusive bar in London, chosen for publicity purposes.
As I hunched self-conciously over my over-priced drink, watching the money and those seeking it dart around like pirhana with cell phones, I asked my fellow player about a few of her, shall we say - personal enhancements...
Now, actors do need to look good for the camera by and large - not every director is happy with realism (which is how I get by ) and this woman has the lot - she works out painstakingly, has her teeth crowned and regularly bleached and implants in her chest. I was asking if all that was neccessary, and suggested improving her acting ability might be a better method of getting ahead in the game (yes, the irony was laid on thick).
She responded predictably and fairly - she thought her skills were simply augmented by looking the way she did, and it was neccessary in a cutthroat industry. She ruined it all by pointing at a shambling, disheveled chap at the bar and saying to me "How far do you think you'd get if you turned up on set looking like that bloke?"
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Very funny wise guy!
LaHibou, how you enjoying London? Beautiful day today!! I'm dreading January...
Just to change the subject, since we all already agree about the sadness of superficiality, I'm a bit disappointed that I got no responses for my question in the Visual Arts section. Maybe I worded it boringly. Or maybe nobody has anything to say about it. It was kind of an anthropological question, about religion and visual representation of the deity, particulalry in rocks and stones. Any ideas? Also, everytime I go through markets, I see people selling stone. Not precious stones, just nice smooth stones that are, for some reason, aesthetically pleasing. Or maybe its just a primal instinct, sort of back to nature or appreciation of the elements of nature. I don't know, but I'd appreciate some feedback.
If you've all got better things to do, places to do and people to be, no worries!
Londinium
Hello Blisslessly – London is fine, thank you for asking. It’s a city that’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, and although I’ve never lived here permanently, I feel at home when I walk under it’s grey skies, rattle along it’s tube networks and take in the hostelries and fineries. And doesn’t it all look different when the sun is out indeed – I love to walk the embankment on crisp winter days with the sun shining – it’s hard to believe so many millions cram into the place every day, at least, it is when you have the river and sunshine and a warm bagel in hand!
london
Yeah, I completely agree!
Bit chilly today though.
Speaking of rattling tubes, I happened to go to Southwark and, wow, what a tube station! So spacious and outerspacious! I felt like an ant in an antfarm.
Anyway, gotta run to class! Love being in London!!!
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Yeah, it's brass monkeys right now all right! >Brrr...<
I like Southwark Tube station too - a nice touch of modernity amidst the common tiled tunnels of subterranean London town...chances are when you stepped out onto The Cut you might have seen my old Gran - she lives just round the corner from Southwark Tube
) and this woman has the lot - she works out painstakingly, has her teeth crowned and regularly bleached and implants in her chest. I was asking if all that was neccessary, and suggested improving her acting ability might be a better method of getting ahead in the game (yes, the irony was laid on thick).
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