Art, Women, Wine and Life

We only live once. As a child, learning is what we must do. As we get older, a hunger for knowledge festers, grows, and develops until we must absorb what our mind desires. Beyond the basics of math, phonetics, basic science and other skills to be able to go about our day to day activities there exists a whole realm of topics that beacon the intellect of minds the world over.

Art. Who was Picasso? What’s his signature? His trademark? What drove him? To delve into his psyche, and the psyche of other greats is to understand the generations preceding us, to comprehend their brilliance, their take on events current to their existence. It reveals their shortcomings, their simplicity, their vision and their hopes.

Wines. The study of which I’m not adept at. The differentiation between a more full, more ’round’ wine and a lesser, more simple, but equally tasteful, may evade my taste buds, but admitting and acknowledging there’s much I do not grasp about different vintages is in and of itself a step in the right direction.

Women. I find many women I go out with, intelligent as they may be are lacking a certain class, a sophistication of what I believe a true woman should have. I’m sure many women feel the same about men. Peter Pan Syndrome is widespread. Facebook is a disease. A real man should have a working knowledge of the world, and a thorough understanding of what that knowledge should consist of is, in an of itself a prerequisite to joining the society cloaked in mystery that is the true alpha male.

Knowing how to do things, how to survive – and in turn to live – not necessarily in a post apocalyptic wilderness, but in the urban chaos in which we dwell, is a skill many are lacking. Social etiquette, and more importantly when to abandon it completely is a matter of perception, of class and sophistication. Not to mention utter necessity for anyone wishing to rise above the masses, escape the endless, mindless race of humanity and live.

Simply looking to enjoy oneself is insufficient to satisfy the ever-hungering human mind. Craving a new understanding, becoming a wealth of information, if not for oneself is imperative for one’s own intellectual and artistic integrity and curiosity.

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The Art of Being Pleasantly Unpleasant

There are many things in daily life which are necessary pleasantries, which are in essence unpleasant and annoying, but mostly tolerable. Sometimes things cross the line. I’m an actor, and as such, all my non-thespian friends love to ask “how’s acting going?” in that tone, THAT tone, and if you’re an actor you recognize and hate that skeptical-disparaging-get-a-real-career-I-can’t-wait-till-you-make-it-so-then-I-could-be-friends-with-a-movie-star tone of voice.

How’s acting. Let’s get a few things clear.

1. You aren’t my friend. If we’re connected on Facebook, yet you proceed to ask me what the name of the show I’m on is…you suck.

2. You don’t think I will ever be successful. Oh, but you will! You’re going to make 80K a year, and have a boring life. You’ll also be thinking on your deathbed of how pathetic your life was, and how you should’ve been anything in life but what you were. You bitter critical old fuck. I’ll be sure to bring flowers to your grave.

3. You hope that when I become successful you will get lots of pussy because you can say you know me. Right? Wrong. At worst you’ll be handing me pussy on a silver platter. At best, they’re fucking you thinking of me inside them.

4. You ask questions such as “How’s acting going?”. I don’t ask you how’s doctoring going, how’s being an accountant or how’s zookeeping going. I ask how’r the wife, the kids, the job, the boring stuff. But then again, what should you ask? I don’t feel like acting’s a job after all, it’s my life. Maybe just stick with how are you? Especially since you don’t really give a shit. Continue reading