and then it comes alive

okay so let’s just get started.

I watched high fidelity tonight. And it provided some answers, clues I want to share with you, with whomever, with people my age struggling, digger further and deeper into ourselves, no matter what the consequences or where it may lead. I’m only recently beginning to understand that life is about giving and seizing opportunity, and that life demands us to live ambitiously and efficiently, in harmony with others. Those thoughts accumulated at a music festival, and if you haven’t attended one, well, shit, there’s nothing else quite like it. We’re all due for a cleansing. But if you have gone, and want to read about my experiences, then click here.

Where were we? Oh. High Fidelity. Sick. Cusack, soaking in the rain after seeing his ex-girlfriend: “If I don’t commit to something, to anything, then that’s death in tiny, tiny increments.”

I was always thought I was ADD. Moving around, thinking thinking ticking ticking faster than a firefly – the kind from the Disney movies – when I haven’t fully discovered what the symptoms are, or how I contracted it, or why, but I can give you a sense of what being me is, and I think what a lot of people go through. Hope this helps.

Newness is my drug of choice, better than anything I’ve smoked – And I’m including the Bay Area – it’s that high you get when you step out of the airport in Istanbul or Lod or Sydney or Vienna and smell the air and your nose, your nose knows. It rushes up to strike you in the face, the head, and suddenly your whole body and life, in just a plane flight, a fucking 8 hours, and you’re completely reborn. You get to be someone else, and the past, the past practically never existed. And the best part? You can keep doing that, over and over. And then it starts to just suck. It sucks the life out of me, and I’m tired. I’m left roaming from place to place, fleeing before responsibilities, decisions, friendships, community, and relationships.

So shit. It’s time. To start working and stop worrying. Because that pain won’t lead anything but negativity, nothing positive. I will start committing, I will devote myself to finishing projects, and seeing where things lead. Because if it’s fun, stimulating then fuck, let’s just keep going with it, because passion takes us places. And that’s all it is. Living passionately, with ferocity, with a capturing balance of aggressiveness, kindness, and assertiveness, we live in a stream of fulfillers, a positive and healthy stream of challenge and change, problems and solutions, sharing and enjoying in the depths of experience that is so hard to come by. for me. for you. for us.  Harness the newness, control and experiment with what’s in front of you.

I move now with diligence and tactic, listening to that what drives heart and mind, using both with strategy and intent, to find what drives me. then I move on it with swiftness and progress, letting the wave of passion hover me and be seen on the outside. and that how’s we get out of the circle of sameness and safety, and we get into the game. We either join up or start our own team.

We are here to stay, and we are ready to move.

Yours,

Aaron

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i will kidnap the people who created InDesign

i think asparagus gets a bad rap for being THE vegetable that makes urine smell bad. but i don’t think its that bad. I think it might just smell like asaparagus. but don’t believe a word i say. rarely does an asparagus meet my mouth.

im sitting in InDesign 1 right now. holy crap. im pretty bad at these ‘art’ and ‘design’ programs. i think its because it takes patience. im always looking for more of that.

today we had a speaker from openad.net – a place for ideas! it’s User Generated Content for the advertising world…so we’ve democratized creativity for everyone. im still getting my head around why i’m here exactly. the competition is starting to feel palpable. we’re back to school mode: i want approval, i want the teachers to like my output, i want people to laugh at my ideas and concepts. its sad but true. perhaps thats way it is with all artists, in general.

sorry im rambling. the speaker from openad held a mixer at a bar across the street from school. free drinks for writers and art directors. sounds fanfuckingtastic.

did anyone like the image of the naked polar bear? or was that just funny to me? keep thinking about that asparagus thing…there’s something there.

start commenting folks. let me know what you’re up to. jaffee when are we going riding? perhaps on saturday aye?

bears and elephants are always naked. that’s it!

it’s pretty pathetic that I haven’t posted any pictures of SF. Or taken any, as long as we’re on the subject. But I have been writing tons, working, coming up with ideas. Where to start…

Glenn, our Arctic friend
Glenn, our Arctic friend

I hung out with my buddy brian this weekend, a creative director at this agency in LA, who’s got 10 years of wisdom, experience, and solar orbits on me. one of the biggest reasons for going to miami ad school was working with him on a Teva project, and falling short of nailing ANYTHING. Failing at that, and producing under par work while freelancing at Omelet (seems to be a pattern here :), plus a swift kick in the ass from another writer is what got me here. I take it in stride. I shed my ego in pounds. I wear my heart on my sleeve. Why the fuck do we say that? It makes no fucking sense.

‘Life demands vision. It demands moving forward and looking ahead, because fear lies in the past,’ he says to me at Zeitgeist (which is a fantastic, hassle-free place to burn one, in case you’re interested!) over some SpeakEasy IPA. ‘And the journey is the search for those friends and allies, your teammates, to collectively construct a vision, seek progress, and realize success.’

P.S. We took pictures at this graffiti art alleyway on Valencia! It rocks. Will post when they arrive, vi prometto!

SF is RAD. So much to do, see, walk, listen, people to meet. It definitely feels like traveling. Only 3 weeks urban eskimo? Because it feels like 3 years. LA was the vacation. SF has always been home.

School school school. Word on the street is that this program is what you make of it. Superficial in my opinion. This is the place to make mistakes, to take advantage of working with working creatives, trying shit out and pushing creative to its  nebulous edges, and have fun. But it’d be wrong to compare it to ‘graduate school’. we’re not researching papers, we’re not seeking funds to help rescue afrikaan babies, and we sure as shit aren’t gonna be poor after this.

copy skills. brainstorming. indesign. and design and layout this quarter. so far i’ve made crappy business card, and 3 diff layouts for a playing card. will display? and written a journal in the voice of a 16 year old girl. who likes harry potter and art school.

shit! it’s time for schnitzel.

15K – support the cause

I’m celebrating by going to school on time tomorrow. My first day. And I don’t even have a lunchbox. How sad. Sad like going to a 5th grade pool party and not being able to go swimming because you have smallpox sad. Sad like getting your laptop stolen in Israel sad. (Roughly a year ago) Sad like you’re making hummus and everything is in the blender but you’re out of olive oil sad.

I’m going to start posting about advertising..Ideas, examples, weird bizarre interesting crap that I find, think, produce. As I must grow, so groweth the blog.

Stay tuned. More to come. When we hit 30,000 we’ll all get platinum teeth! I know a guy in Chinatown who’ll do it for cheap. Group discount Hay-O!

why do we go crazy for fireworks?

I’m on the 6 headed inbound – a wheelchaired panhandler straps, the bus bumps and he jumps, my hand on his armrest so he doesn’t tip forward. click click HE’S IN NOW without a thank you, nod, gesture, any form of acknowledgement would suffice. – the australian comedic performer on my left, his north face jacket reeks of tequila, stares puzzled when i mention flight of the conchords  – people people people we are stuffed like sardines, asian moses leading the cattle car towards the wharf – no one sees anything – CAN I BUM A CIGARRETE? – cars paralyzed on embarcadero its claustraphobic suicide – with 40,000 people out on the street who operates a vehicle? – fireworks, red white and blue artillery shells blanketing and pounding the sky into independent submission – john adams and patrick henry are here, shouting GIVE me liberty or give me DEATH! ; get me on a bus, and way the fuck out of here – asian woman, 65, gloves, digging through trash, my cans her recycled treasure, balancing seventy pounds on her shoulders like a vietnamese mango seller – drunk 16 year olds on the bus, lost, YO WHAT’S UP DUDE DO YOU GOT AN EXTRA CIGARETTE? I’m 15 and a half, my brother here is 18. – haight and masonic, walk up up, when you hit the fog make a right.

why do we go so fucking crazy to see fireworks?