You’re not special

I caught sight of something on Digg today that brought me back in time to college and all the bullshit that so called artists come up with. Looking through the stories this morning I happened to see a story on what information is really in a barcode. I’m not all that interested in barcodes, I know the basics of their design, so I skipped over it. That is, until I saw what website it was directing people to. It was barcodeart.com. That site is owned by Scott Blake.

I went to school with Scott. He was in several of my classes. He is a tool.

Technically, there’s nothing “wrong” with Scott. His only problem is that he jumped into the world of conceptual art with both feet and is drowning in his own bullshit. You see, people who can’t make real art (purest would call this retinal art, aka: art you can see – painting, photograph, sculpture, etc) often make up reasons why their conceptual art is actual art AND reasons why you don’t get it. Most of the time these people believe that the “art is the process” by which they created their crap. Marcel Duchamp would be a perfect example of this. For those of you who didn’t take Modern Art History 101, Duchamp is world famous for taking a common urinal, putting it upside down on a pedestal and declaring it art. The idea and the subsequent movement were based apon ideas of absurdity and anti-art. The concept was that something was “art” because the “artist” declared it so and that anything could potentially be art. It was a conceptual evolution of the idea that “beauty (and art) is in the eye of the beholder”.

It’s also complete BS. Alas, my opinion on the matter is not the prevailing one of academia. Art professors creamed their pants over things like this and continue to do so to this day. I like to call this shit out when I see it.

Scott fits perfectly into this category. His “art” takes a basic element and a basic concept of how to execute that element and stops there. The “meaning” behind pieces of art like this are justified only by the artist themselves. “I have created this, and thus it must be art”. Scott takes it one step further, removing the process almost entirely, except for some cheap inkjet prints. You can see this in action if you watch one of the interviews he’s done, as posted on his own website (press – tv and radio – tech tv interview). In it, there are quite a few statements that will let you into the mind of someone who simply doesn’t get art.

“Elvis, I feel like I know him, I read about him in the papers. But what do I really know of him? I know his music. And what is his music? His music is just a bunch of binary data encoded onto a CD.”

That’s right Scott, that’s what Elvis was thinking when he recorded music. That one day his art would be nothing to you but binary data. I’m sure he wasn’t concerned about making anything SOUND GOOD! If that’s what you think about “musical art”, I’ve got a nice CD full of very artistic white noise for you to buy.

“I like all my portraits to be standardized, so that they all look the same.”

Announcer – “It took Blake 6 months to automate Photoshop down to one button. A portrait that once took him four days, now takes him just four minutes.”

I’ll repeat that for those of you who didn’t catch it. He created a Photoshop action… wait for it… to do his art for him. That’s right, his painstakingly created art involves running a script and hitting print. Way to go Scott. You’ve rocked the art world.

Actually, I shouldn’t be so hard on Scott, I’m actually very jealous of his amazing skills. I wanted to be just like him so badly that I went online and found “Easy Mosaic Maker” for $19.99. Now I can be awesome, just like him. But shhhhh, don’t tell anyone, I think I’m actually better than him. My “art” program can do things in color, and he just does things in black and white. I rule!

Seriously though, my main problem with this tool box was always his attitude. In every class I had with him he’d either complete an assignment late, not at all, or completely incorrectly and then use his “artistic license” to explain it away. He was at SCAD on a portfolio scholarship and apparently that meant his shit didn’t stink. As a final project in Modern Art and the Web, he created a cardboard box with a TV in it. On the TV was a video loop of the person in the box. You hit a button and the screen went blank. That was it. According to Scott you were “killing your own self image” in some sort of act of bohemian suicide. I called it TURNING OFF THE FUCKING TV.

I called him out on it several times but unfortunately for every great conceptual artist, there are at least a dozen people trying to suck their wang to appear hip and artsy. Retarded art lesbians who moisten their loins over anything anti-establishment or purple headed multipierced hippies who think anyone who disagrees with them is either stupid or “the man”.

The end result is that people like Scott do these singular art project and then fade into obscurity as the fade dies out. Then, 20 years from now, when they’ve worked their way to “Head Barista” at the local coffee hole, we get to hear all about how no one “gets” their art any more and it’s the world that’s changed and that no one appreciates good art anymore. It’s not that we don’t appreciate good art Scott, it’s that you never made any. Now hurry the fuck up with my double Macchiato.

The most perfect food

Last night, in celebration of Lauren’s accomplishment, we went out for dinner. Wanting something special, we decided to try a restaurant we had never been to, but had heard good things about. We ended up at Brenner’s Steakhouse, which, according to the back of the menu, has been a Houston tradition since 1936. Since it was purchased in 2002, it’s been the pet project of a guy named Tilman Fertitta, who owns and operates dozens of different restaurant chains.

Since I’ve moved to Texas, I’ve always been impressed by the quality of the steak down here. Most restaurants in Texas know how to cook a good steak, it’s a basic requirement. Brenner’s has not only reset the bar, it’s smashed it to bits. Last night, I had what I considered to be the best steak I’ve ever had in my lifetime. Words simply don’t do it justice. I’ve never had steak so tender and juicy that is literally dissolves when you eat it.

Not only was the steak completely off the hook, the rest of the meal, the deserts and coffee, the staff and the atmosphere we also top notch. It was the kind of place that I’m going to now and forever return to on special occasions.

It was that good.

NCIDQ

A big giant congratulations party is in order for Lauren, who just found out this morning that she passed her NCIDQ exam and is now and will forever be a fully licensed and professional designer. The NCIDQ is a long, stressful and extremely hard test that designers have to take to get certified in whatever state they’re practicing in. It’s akin to the BAR exam for lawyers. It’s that hard. Most people fail one of it’s three sections their first time up. Lauren nailed all three in a single go. I’m so excited for her. This is a huge accomplishment. We’re definitely throwing a party this weekend!

The great American novel

Anyone ever wanted to write a novel? I have, on a daily basis, been thinking about doing just that. Something about spies, black-ops, explosions, that sort of thing. In case you haven’t noticed the “Now Reading” sidebar, I’m on a bit of a spy/thriller novel kick. I have been for the past 3 years. So, thinking in my head that I’m a far better writer than I actually am, I’m adding “write a spy novel” to the list of things to do before I die. Not that I’m going to get around to it any time soon. Writing something like that is the sort of thing you do when you’re 65 and retired. I don’t know why I felt like mentioning that, it really has no bearing on anything at all.  Except maybe to illustrate that while I have grandiose plans, I rarely actually accomplish anything. Plans, like those for SavvyNation.

To be blunt, I don’t have the voice for radio. Hell, I don’t even have the face for radio, let alone the voice. I tried several recording of myself talking about various things and none of them seemed post worthy. It’s a terribly sad realization that you sound like an aggravating 12 year old with a nasal sounding voice and a bad habit for saying “ummmmmm….”, especially when that opinion is coming from yourself. Let’s just say that I hate my own voice and wouldn’t force anyone to listen to it.

So, what’s the fall back plan? Not much. Instead of posting a review for a movie/game/thingamabob here, I’ll post it there and direct people to it via a link from here. Something to the effect of “oh, by the way, check out SavvyNation to see what I thought of (insert newest thing here)”.

I can’t really think of anything else to do with it. Sad, I know. So, scratch “have a radio/podcast show” off my lifetime to-do list and insert “write a book”. It seems far more likely I’ll be able to annoy the world with words than I will with speech.

Matt out

Cooking for Geeks: Lesson 1 – Ribs

Today we’re going to try something a little different. Today is the first installment of a little How-To series I’m going to call “Cooking for Geeks”. The common misconception about geeks, like myself, is that they’re not “manly men” and certainly not fit to man a grill at your next barbecue. This couldn’t be further from the truth. While I don’t do much “baking” around our house, I’m certainly no stranger to cooking. Actually, it’s one of my favorite hobbies. I’ve become a cooking junkie, even entertaining the idea of entering something like “Food Networks Next Big Star”. Out of all the things I cook, it’s what I grill that I’m most proud of. I’ve memorized cooking time tables for all the grilling basics. Knowing exactly how long to grill something, what temperature to do it at, how many times to flip it, etc, are all skills us geeks can excel at.

The dish I’m most proud of are my baby-back ribs, Texas style, and that’s what we’re going to be cooking today.

Photos, directions and conversation after the jump…

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Undisclosed Locations

In case anyone is wondering why I haven’t posted in a while, I can rest the blame squarely on work. Two weeks ago we were shooting the Texan cheerleaders. Last week, marathon retouching of said photos. This week, more cheerleaders. As I’m typing this, I’m sitting on the 9th floor terrace of a hotel, waiting for the sun to go down so we can try for a sunset shot. Judging by the cloud cover, I’m thinking its not going to happen. That’s ok, we have a backup plan.

Today has been especially crazy, mostly because I’ve been awake since 3am. We had to be ready to shoot at 5:30 and it was a long drive to our “undisclosed location”. I love industry terms, lol.

Anyway, back to work for me. I’ve got 4 or so more hours to go, then a repeat tomorrow.