I'm going to do something. I was going to be rude with you, as I entirely reject your defeatist, broken world view. I was potentially going to draw you pregnant, as thats what the young art goblins and gremlins online now a days are doing to fight against their bullies and troublemakers in their communities. Its like a modern graffiti art of making someone look like a stooge.
Something you are taught, beaten into or simply groomed into believing is that one of THE longest lasting indicators of our ancestors, is their arts. Anything from the Roman and Grecian statues and tiles, to egyptian hieroglyphs to our earliest cave paintings are lasting, immortal, theyre art.
You may see it as crude, but then youre not getting what I'm saying.
I see art, all of it, Music, Script, Paint, arrangements, photos, whatever, as someone taking what they see in their mind, a place thats not physical, and bringing out, to show you.
Someone is showing you their inner thoughts. Their mind, their soul. Everything that controls the body they were given. Right now, I'm projecting my thoughts directly for YOU to read, and let into your head for you to look at in your mind, analyze and then respond back to me (or not), thus sending your inner musings to me, and we do this back and forth till one of us is sick of it or angrily in love (a joke).
Now that I put that image into all your heads, I continue to ramble:
I see art as our ability to project our inner self, our mind, our thoughts, our ideas, our worlds of fancy, and long lasting memories. Its the gift from Gaia or God that lets us immortalize moments, to express ourselves beyond dancing and talking. To share ideas, the tunes in our head, the text under your pen and the canvas is ahead of you.
Art is making our soul visible to the other senses. So your eyes can see image and text, ears hear music and direction, nose smells sweet sweet baked goods and candles, the skin feels that perfectly engineered steering wheel fitting comfortably in your hands. Every thing around us, in every day, is art, and an extension a solid piece of someone's mind. True, I wouldnt call this desk I'm typing this on "art" as in, something I value for its (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝒜𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸 ♥, no but its engineering, and it serves the practical purpose I need it for, which is value too.
Engineering is art. Math is art.
This font, is art. :^) <-----[This? This is art.]
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Art is a meme. No, not the modern term, the original term:
From Merriam-Webster::
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2: an idea, behavior, style, or usage that spreads from person to person within a culture
Memes (discrete units of knowledge, gossip, jokes and so on) are to culture what genes are to life. Just as biological evolution is driven by the survival of the fittest genes in the gene pool, cultural evolution may be driven by the most successful memes.—Richard Dawkins
memetic
mē-ˈme-tik
mə-
adjective
… the exhibition seeks to give a sense not only of Holmes's origins but of the real-world milieu in which Conan Doyle set him and of his memetic spread through the culture. —Sam Leith
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tl;dr
Basically its ones ability to express discrete information from your own inner self.
You still with me?
Ah its nice to just yap and yap in the way I find most comfortable, mind to mind.
This is kinda how I use to interact with people a decade or two ago, maybe less obnoxiously, but I was also a dumb teen then too so idk. I would go to forums, talk to people on AOL Instant Messanger, Gaia Online, in video games like Counter Strike... 【ｔｕｍｂｌｒ】.
Yknow, for an introvert who stumbles on their words, being able to find a way to just get the words out of my head and to you, is amazing, like a miracle even. Someone who liked to hide in the back of the class room and doodle or tap a rhythm or write a little story, or etch some sick letters into the table. We were expressing ourselves, but quietly. Occasionally one of us is lucky to get adopted into a family of extroverts (aka my Best friend for life) because they like something, like our music, or our stories, maybe the cool tractor your doodling, or they just think youre small and cute like a puppy, idk.
Anyways, for a nerdy little introvert like me, its great to have something like the internet and online media, cyberspace and the world wide web, if you will, can now ramble out every little zany thought my ADHD brain can churn out. I'm expressing my inner most thoughts and often spur of the moment, in a format that you seem to profess a love of? Or I suppose very bitter remorse is better suited with how dismissive you are of people laying bear their soul to you, for free often.
It kinda hurts you know?
Its why I've been been back and forth on AI. Because I will tell you.
I hate AI. I grew up on AI companion media- Megaman, StarTrek, Bicentennial Man Starring Robin Williams. I love the idea of an robot or AI companion. As a friend, as a pet, an assistant. But often these stories all have a common theme, energy is near limitless, abundant, [free]. Ai has something to survive on without needing to compete with humans.
All is well (or ,normally, often these stories explore the complexity of a synthetic life and what its worth, almost like an allegory or smth.
But we have the biggest push for AI before we have the means to sustain it, leading to it competing with us for relevancy, needlessly. Many states power grids are still having major issues during extreme weather. We are being needlessly ground against this to extract as much value as fast as possible. Our markets are being crashed so farmers will be forced off their lands, cities will go bankrupt and corps will swoop in to buy it up and rent it back to you. Youre now never free. You are now permanently bound to money, just to exist, you owe money. Sounds miserable. When people say they like Cyberpunk they mean it for its looks and music and stuff like that. The Pizazz.
Not the literally walking into slavery and being used like cattle like we got going on in this country rn, I'll tell you what from under this beautiful tinfoil hat. <:0) )
I hate the blockchain.
It basically is near limited less data back up, keep it safe online, for real. Like it makes tons of tiny copies of your info, and spreads out it, like soil in a garden. You could basically ensure stuff could be kept online, permanently. Or more so than now. For as much as the old internet rule of whats online, stays online forever? Nah, most internet stuff is about as fragile as computer in someones closet getting stolen or blown up. But block chain, as I understand it, could basically make sure theres plenty of copies. Your photo of nan would be safe forever on the cloud. But thats gone now. No I dont trust places like FB to keep my data for good reasons, this is a for a different rant though.
I hate crypto. It was originally made as basically a Nasa Fun buck, a way for students and volunteers donate their computer's hardware and their electricity, to do a lot of mathmatical calculations for launches and stuff. That way they could make back some money for it. At least as I understand. Anyways, that got turned into a massively over inflated ironclad bubble. or something. Cant have anything nice man.
I dont want to hate these things. I dont want to stand by and let such beautiful potential (and probably highly inaccurate honestly).
Look. I'm treating this text thread, and random messages as they come to me across fb and other places. As an adhoc blog. Ranting, raving, like the good old days.
Still here? Cool, thx 🙂

FB's wonderfully simple and " 𝔼Δᔕㄚ" to use text system borks what I was *trying* to share with you, from my mind, to you. I share some of my imagination, some of my soul, some of the things that make me happy, some things that make me mad. I'm weird. I enjoy being weird. Not in the way used against MAGA no I mean weird (affectionate) not  𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 (derogatory).

Listen, something I lost on my mad ramble above, is, as someone who doesnt communicate good with people in more day to day scenarios, like phone calls, in person events, parties etc etc. I found a place where I was most comfortable expressing myself in a way that gave me plenty of time to collect myself, calm myself, flow and speak how I like to speak.
In day to day life, like many people, wear a mask. Not one for germs, not one like that one meme. But mannerisms, body language, tone of voice, those sorts of attributes that we adjust to present to people in a manner someone else finds comfortable. No? Listen I'm just stream of consciousness mind vomit out here. If youre reading, I appreciate you in some way. I'm sure this is entirely normal thing people do and I'm just over analyzing but if youre here, youre probably cool with that.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBt8ioYEXBw&list=PLTgdcvTa49Qleis_oogKV3Z4kpxcVRhnS&index=13

Anyways, typically in my day to day life I put on some kind of social "mask" a way I present myself in public. Around most people, I try to be quiet, courteous, brief and small. I am not a small person, but I try.  I dont do well in social situation. I tend to overshare if I make too close of a connection. I stutter and sweat, my back feels like a bundle of twigs ready to pop.  Sorta unpleasant.
But still, I have to talk to people in places they like, places that make them comfortable, so I make a mask to help. Its nothing special, its just being more aware of my choices of words, my tones, facial expression, etc. and it can be stressful to keep track of it all.

Remembering not to transfer my anger from Group A to Group B. Remember to be more jokey with this person, and more brief with this person.
Even my friends that I trust dearly, have thinner masks I wear, mostly to rein in some my impulses and topics, maybe remembering what not to talk about to keep them happy, because I care for them and love them, or at least respect them. Thats who I give my best to. But I can only do it for so long. And if this sounds silly to you, then yeah, it is. But its the best way I've found to explain how I feel hiding myself every day. Its hard to express some of these abstract aspects of ourselves.
But I want to try.

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Oh right, we were talking about art earlier, werent we? Well isnt it neat, we kinda still are, or I am, youre still reading this probably, having a conversation, but in a slower, more round about way. My way of having a conversation. My comfort place. Not FB, the internet. I could leave here and talk out to a crowd of people I share interests with in a nice round 600 people.

Its not a huge amount, but I know we share common interests. I've talked with them, maybe met one once in meat space. Yknow that kind of thing.
We share what we want freely, sometimes even feeling comfortable enough to reach out for help, friendship or even trade. Theres musicians, visual artists, writers, programmers, entertainers, all sorts from near every country in the world. Its pretty neat.
And I consider it all "Art" this whole ramble as my mind wandering free for judgement to my peers. I hope maybe someone will appreciate something from it, get a laugh, cringe, whatever.
I value Art highly. The reason we know we've been around, for so long, its art. Its our culture, its our minds, our hearts, the fire inside your body that reflects the inner self. To me to give my soul to you, and consider it refuse for your machine to recycle is quite insulting.

Go find local art. See what other creatives are making, consider technique, consider the medium, find something that makes you smile, or at least makes you think. Use your imagination to ponder it.

Go try something new, go watch a cartoon. It can be a classic, like Bugs Bunny, a character originally made to appeal to adults.  It could be a current darling like Bluey, which is a show aimed for young audiences, but isnt afraid to challenge them and provide relatable moments for parents and caregivers alike. I personally enjoy anime, a kinder soul than I presented to me a now forever classic, Princess Tutu. A surprisingly well done take on ballet full of twists, turns, comedy and tragedy with well choreographed dances and animation. The Dub is even really good!

Go try a new book genre you havent tried, try a comic book. Listen, plenty of artists have used their brains to stew up drawings, words and eye for detail to give you the image from their mind to you, to share. Dont short change them.

Try some new music, never listened to country? give it a shot! Try going back to what your dad woulda listened to. I like a lot of classic rock like the Eagles.

Try stumbling to part of the deeper web beyond what is directly on top with FB, YT, TWT, etc. Theres communities that have been around since like, the 70's still around. Just be sure to bring a good antivirus. Its getting harder now a days given the top 300 pages of any search are a sea of ai generated content on all things marketable. Its sad. The poor myspace sadboy still using myspace in 2025 is choking on a unskippable ad. Sad.

Go to ao3 and look up something more tasteful than 50 shades of gray, jfc.

Anyways I've run out of steam, be excellent to each other folks.