Revelation: In Advertising

Call it a coincidence or whatever. It's been over a year since being pushed out of the cargo hold (some might even say jumped). Either way, there's been progress. And that progress has been good. Or it wouldn't be called 'progress', now would it? 

Well, as coincidence/chance/fate would have it, today's revelation comes across in a similar way as last year's, only perhaps a little more compact in terms of the 'viewing time' (3:53 vs 1:56).

In many ways, listening to the interview brings to mind why some blogs/books/movies are more interesting than others. More interesting is not necessarily fun and usually not comforting.

'Good' and 'Evil' get all mixed up. 

Sorry... got a little carried away there.

Come to think of it, he even has a set of three, his 'dreamer's trilogy': a child's perspective, a thirty-something, and an old man.

 The 'revelation'

 

He started out in advertising. 

Least I think that's what it says.

And then he got jaded, like so:

I became terrified that I was going to be a full-time, [snob-throwing tourist] if I stayed [in the U.S.] because it was the beginning of really bad times in America. It was '66–'67, it was the first police riot in Los Angeles. [...] In college my major was political science, so my brain worked that way. [...] And I drove around this little English Hillman Minx—top down—and every night I'd be hauled over by the cops. Up against the wall, and all this stuff. They had this monologue with me; it was never a dialogue. It was that I was a long-haired drug addict living off some rich guy’s foolish daughter. And I said,

"No, I work in advertising. I make twice as much as you do." 

Which is a stupid thing to say to a cop. [...]
And it was like an epiphany. I suddenly felt what it was like to be a black or Mexican kid living in L.A. Before that, I thought I knew what the world was like, I thought I knew what poor people were, and then suddenly it all changed because of that simple thing of being brutalized by cops. And I got more and more angry and I just felt, I've got to get out of here—I'm a better cartoonist than I am a [boob marker]. That's why so much of the U.S. is still standing.

—"[S4lm4n Rhush-Dee] talks with T3rry G1ll1Am"^[3]

Now, when thinking about people wanting to have answers and look for those little shards of 'success' amidst the mother lodes of failure, this comes to mind:

just a sample 

of the mess

Behold... a shard of truth!

 

Careful not to step on it ! (f@#king smiley face)

Without the neural 'what-ya-ma-call-it', life on the rock would definitely be mildly depressing. Instead, it's something else. Something else totally different.  

Whatever...