I really don’t have much to contribute, do I?
Here I see a mass mountain of pretension that I just can’t bare to climb; I have no intention or willingness to do so.
And while I still marvel at the bounty of talent, the beauty and asthetic masterwork that absolutely arouse my optic sensory, I can’t relate anymore.
I wouldn’t say I’ve given into my philistinic self-contained disdain for what tumblrs consider “art”; I just can’t get down anymore.
Also, I have nothing to bring to the table. It’s not a self-deprecating feeling of inadequacy. I just don’t have the desire to create anymore. I don’t want to write, take pictures or even express myself in writ. I much prefer experiencing these things around me rather than documenting them in real time. I can get around to that later.
I certainly have no want for a possible audience in a crapshoot forum that will right as rainly be dead and forgotten by the next big ten. Why even bother?
SO, young public, tumblrs, artisans via internet, keep doing what you’re doing. You have that duende, that style and talent which makes you approachable, marketable and desirable. Most importantly, you have a passion that is still young and pure. If you lose interest, you will find yourself making pointless euphoric farewell posts such as this. I’m sure nobody likes that.
Currently, my life is being enjoyed at maximum levels through hard work, unsobriety, travel and breathing the air of being there with people that often check my pulse for me. I would not suffer a fellow to live vicariously through this, as it is mine and mine alone.
As for this account, I will follow but I will not speak. This is complete.
With nothing but love and esteem,
7:10 am |
August 21 2012
The Trobelle Revival
Dear young public,
In honour of Shark Week, I have decided to return to tumblr. This matters to you somehow, I’m sure.
With nothing but love,
5:43 am |
August 14 2012
Not that you care,
The good Doctor has taken a sabbatical.
Happy Christmas, go fuck yourself.
With nothing but love,
12:05 am |
December 22 2011
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||I'd like a glass of water and a bourbon enema, please.
||Can you not be weird for like 5 minutes??
||No. Absolutely not.
7:51 pm |
December 11 2011
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This is the only remedy that I prescribe to my patients.
4:55 am |
December 3 2011
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My Lazy Year
Ho-hum, what the hell. I might as well cut this one open…
2011 has been the absolute laziest year of my life. Seriously.
So lazy, in fact, that I got behind on procrastinating. That’s messed up.
My creative output has been so minimal that I can’t even look back on this year around my time of eventual death and be anywhere near proud of what I accomplished.
Why didn’t I go anywhere? Why didn’t I do more? I had the time, maybe not the money. I let things slip by so fast and without a care.
I had bouts of depression which, after all the emotion was rung out of the brain towel, turned into damp apathy. I didn’t and still don’t give a fuck about too much at this moment.
I’ve spent nearly an entire 12 months putting in the bare minimum; creatively, professionally and intellectually.
I spent more time focusing on my own hedonistic tendencies by attempting to party out the woes of the now. This has lead to a collapse in ambition.
Even so, I haven’t experienced anything different. I haven’t taken the time to do anything or go anywhere different and exciting. I haven’t been enlightened one bit by doing the same-old, same-old routine. All that’s changed is the time and the weather.
Celebrating my own disdain for life has been obviously unrewarding and inevitably self-defeating. I don’t like this situation I’ve put myself in, believe me.
What to do?
Well, thanksgiving is around the corner for us Americans. While I don’t have too much to be thankful for this year, I certainly am grateful that a new year is around the corner. A new year where change and productive action can take place on a clean slate.
I hope that, within a few months time, I will regret writing this. Time to move on.
1:38 am |
November 22 2011
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$1,000 Dollar Bill, 1928
Featuring Grover Cleveland the 22nd and 24th President of the United States, the only president to serve two non-consecutive terms (1885–1889 and 1893–1897).
See more large denomination notes at this wiki page.
6:28 am |
November 17 2011
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On the first day of spring training in 1972, the Oakland A’s Reggie Jackson showed up with a beard. In protest, relief pitcher Rollie Fingers (celebrating his 65th birthday today) and other players also grew beards in hopes that Jackson would shave his. Instead, A’s owner Charlie Finley offered a cash prize to the player who could best grow (and maintain) his facial hair until opening day. Catfish Hunter and Ken Holtzman also went for the bonus, but Fingers took the prize; the players would become known as “The Moustache Gang.”
10:06 am |
November 8 2011
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