That's true also. However, it is my take that these cultural contributions are more valuable eventually than the market deems them.
I'd say that on that standard, the odds fall even further. In any case, this seems orthogonal to the original point, concerning whether a Plan B should be, erm, fucked. Or not.
(I personally agree about art's value, and would be very happy to see more public spending, grants, patronage etc. Quite obviously, that would render some of this particular debate moot, for some people at least. This not being the world in which we live, though, my preferences in this space don't resolve anything.)
If art steals back from capitalism (by, say, Faulkner's very poor customer service at his post office gig) then that's the way it goes.
That's not art stealing back from capitalism, that's Faulkner being a Tino to individual people.
Issues of intellectual property can be pretty fascinating (a friend of mine from uni is now an expert in same, teaching at a uni in Chicago); but once again, this is all not particularly relevant to the issue of whether individuals should sacrifice personal planning and risk management to their muse.
Faulkner was such a tino!!!!!
Faulkner was such a tino!!!!!
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole.
That's because the women he fucked over didn't speak English when they refered to him. Ijs
Isn't that kind of the point of the song? That he TOTES deserved to be called asshole.
OK maybe not the point of the song. But that's totally how I hear it when I listen to it.
Get rid of those shoes.
But they are really cute! And they won't do that once I break them in more!
SHOOOOES.
Faulkner was such a tino!!!!!
He was. He ignored people during the Post Office's posted hours and hid in the back, drinking and writing.
Actually, I have an anti-rant about Customer Service that's been boiling on my brain.
Emmett's catcher's mitt needs to be completely restrung and resewn. The guy who is the local expert in the bay area is a shoe repair guy in the East Bay. And if you look at Yelp about this guy (Kensington Cobbler fyi) people (a) acknowledge he's a master of leather work, and (b) he has poor customer service because he tells people their shoes are too shitty to be fixed. Like a typical review will say "He's five stars for the quality of his work and his knowledge of the subject, but two stars for insulting my shoes."
And my take (which I realize is in the minority, especially around here) is: Fuck those people with their shitty shoes. Respect and defer to his genuine depth of knowledge on the subject. He offers incredible value for the cost of his work so take your stupid ass sense of entitlement and cram it. If he tells you that your shoes are crappy and ill-made then take his word for it. He actually knows he's talking about.
