Ahh, this past week-ish, especially this past couple of days have been... Interesting. All in all very, very good. Simple Thanksgiving -- would this be the first time I've celebrated Thanksgiving in 5 years? -- but really nice. Also went on a quest for a diner. I'm convinced WA doesn't have diners, but found a bubble tea place. I had Taro Milk tea, which made me ridiculously happy. (well, the whole night, really. But the tea made it)
Anyway, in contrast to the good times, and the new project (another one) that I'm getting in to, and finally feeling productive again, there's anxiety, and ... Ah. Stuff. Melancholy. Stress. et cetera. There's the easy, tame issues like money.
Other stuff, naturally. But as far as things I actually feel comfortable getting in to, the fact that I rely on my friends as a safety net far more than I ever realized. Or relied, rather, because I'm imagining a large part of my ... malaise is being away from that safety net. Human contact. Hell, physical contact is more important than I'd realized. It's strange, having been so used to it, regularly greeting friends with a hug or just a simple handshake. I mean, yeah, it's nice, but I never thought I'd miss it.
Anyway, I did a simple, fun, quick sketch. And a while ago I'd scanned some of my old figure studies from Printmaking. So I threw them together into a little sketch gallery. The new one's at the bottom. It's a little free-er, and messier, than I usually do (if that's possible). I can't exactly place what draws me too it -- in part, I like the traces left by changing my mind about the position of the head -- but there's definite problems with it. Even given that it's pretty stylized, there's problems with the anatomy. Shading's done relatively well for me not really giving it any thought, but I could have, well, given it some thought. Ah well. It's there, I like it. That's all, folks.
So I just started reading ←Maps of the Mind , and it's sizing up to be a good book, don't get me wrong. Definitely worth the money, and I'm by no means going to put it down anytime soon. I stand to get quite a bit out of it, and it's probably going to answer a lot of problems I've been having coming up with a usable personality model for my purposes.
But I'm sick of this misguided liberal arts relativism with its mistrust of anything remotely Western, especially science & rationalism. This over-emphasis on indeterminacy and intuition / feeling to make up for a percieved imbalance.
And this love affair with Freud & Eastern philosophies. Freud's a fucking nut. His time has passed, just like Warhol. They're both important historical figures, and they each made seminal impacts in their fields, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't do everything in our power to forget them.
Eastern philosophy is nice and all, but it's not the solution to this imagined problem. It is, of course, touted as a paragon of balance - the answer to the imbalance of Western Imperialistic Scientific Rationalism. But it doesn't work to only focus on the Yang to the West's Yin; all that does is switch the imbalance in the other direction. And just seeding Western Yin with Eastern Yang doesn't work either, because the two systems are not entirely complementary.
And finally, being impartial doesn't mean you can't make judgments. All systems of thought aren't equal. Some are better than others. And that's fine. It may be an objective viewpoint, rather than a subjective one, but it's true. Harmony means not an equal, 50/50 balance of objectivity & subjectivity, but knowing which the situation calls for.
sigh... I'll probably come back to this & clean it up later
I feel I should be doing more with my time. Still stuck in a rut. Don't know what else there is, really. A month has passed & I don't know what I have to show for that time. Except a constant yearning that I can't do anything about.