Are you holding a grudge? About?
It’s all hihi haha until the wrong person goes quiet.
That silence.
That’s the sign.
#euphoria
Art needs funding
If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?
And funding needs planning.
1 million in hard cash can either be a quick fix or the beginning of something long-lasting and real. Thing is, art that is original and genuinely creative requires sustained funding over time, so…
1: Get a money person who understands investment and is not a monster. (Tricky, but doable)
2. Invest the 1 million wisely without killing the planet. (Curtail that desire to binge)
3. Have clear milestones regarding funding goals, and don’t forget admin. (Paychecks need paying)
4. Set up rock solid protections so no one can get greedy and conniving without all alarms blaring. (Think long-term)
5. Plan the funding cycle well. (Have a number and stick to it)
6. Be clear on your mission statement. “Just vibes” is a disservice to the artists. You are dealing with people’s creative output and livelihoods. (Be respectful, consistent, and fair)
7. Set up a robust infrastructure to sustainably fund artists over time. (Build it and they will come)
8. Have a nice award artists can take home with them (Hold it up and say, “Cheese!”)
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What gives you direction in life?
Regular 9-5 Person: I need direction. Maybe this mediation thing will help. Let’s see.
Universe: titili titili dadadidum di dadadaboopdibopdi dada tumdi bopdiboopdi tsss tsss tsss tsss dadada dadada mm mm jigitty jig diboom da tshikidi tshikidi tum di tum da dadada dadada boomdibop di ooooh ooooh lalala bam dibidibibop diboom da tsoom tsoom
Regular 9-5 Person: ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW
Meanwhile
Thelonius Monk: Tell me more.
Kay who ate mushrooms: Wow. I can hear God.
Cats: Meow.
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you do you
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?
There is something magical about a person who, despite all attempts to stop them, stays true to who they really are.
sky to ceiling
 
 
sometimes
darkness beckons
longingly
whispering of peace
that is oblivion
only there’s no
solution
in that soundlessness
hope is brittle
when harshly set against
possible/actual
may be, maybe
that could be anything
but bad dreams
nutshells aside
forks in the road
can look eyre-bleak
without howling moors
greying the sky to ceiling.
infinity, vast
or so it is written
lies quietly await
endlessly patient
like a golden summer’s day
and yet it’s in the earliest hour
when you see the light
in its most crystalline shades.
there is this:
perseverance. keeping on
never mind scraped knuckles
chapped lips and bleeding knees
invisible muscles screaming
‘mercy, please!’
but there is that peak
the summit
all sky, no ceiling.
and so: keep on
one more step, and another
until the desert is crossed
and you can rest
among the calm leaves
of brilliant green
the lush cool
quenching clarity
where those days of exhaustion
are only memory
where plenty is true, real
and sunlight warm, serene.
strange little world, this.
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