Xencresha

It's been about a year... which means it's about time for me to write another one of these- virtual audience or no. I'm sitting next to a Jus Chill'n kiosk where (for some reason) the employees are listening to a gratuitously noisy dubstep-radio-from-hell and it is eleven o'clock, roughly. I'm surfing deviantart in an attempt to dredge up some old snatch of journal-poetry to recycle into one of many 30-second short films I'm required to make this semester. It's not terrible, but I'll admit it's a bit masochistic to take a peek at all the melodramatic-vague-rambling that I've contributed to the internet over the years. Not to mention the part

Went to a critique today and it made me wonder how much of it was involved in the politics of art. Double majoring has given me an unfavorable view of the aura of snobbiness that seems to infiltrate both digital design/film and the traditional art world. On one hand, you have the traditional artist that views digital work as 'cheap' and uses the word 'photoshopped' as an insult. On the other, you have film theory class in which we try to find the most obscure movies possible so we aren't 'selling out'- dismissing the Hollywood film not based on merit, but on how uncool you look watching it. How dare they diminish artwork for being done on

I feel bad, because my happiness always seems to come at an expense. However, I harbor a small kernel of resentment. For what is love, when it is only a projection of traits idealized? And- I feel better than I've felt for a long while. I'm okay with that.