Friday

You Are Not An Artist - 4

So yesterday I read this New York magazine piece about Malcolm Gladwell. Oh, Malcolm, Malcolm. Interesting dude for sure. And I know, I have harshed on Malcom Gladwell in the past but he's still fascinating. Smarter than you. Cooler than you. Deeper than you. And just when you thought you had him pegged as some sort of "journalist" you come and realize that not only is Malcolm Gladwell a brilliant ass artist, but he's better at his art than you are at yours. So once again you are a loser like John F. Kerry. Anyway, Malcolm's skin is thicker than he lets on so I do him no harm nor would I.

And, yes, in case you wondered--aloud or in the privacy of your prayers--I do in fact ponder Mullato-ism a great deal. [Ed. note: And by "Mullatoes" I mean the select and chosen people who are smarter than you and who are better process/context artists than you] And, In case you wondered; the answer is "yes." Yes there is a reason directly associated with this rhyme. "This is called the 'Greatest Story Ever Told'."

Anyway, Malcolm's next book is about outliers. In this case, human outliers out past the positive end of the bell. I don't suppose he's writing about sociopaths this time. I understand the piece to be about people who are either incredible at what they do or who do incredible things. He's all about how and why this happens. He even offers suggestions about how to balance fields and equalize opportunities. Blah-blah-blah.

People with read his book and have thoughts and opinions about his writing, his topics and samples, his approach to methods, and his balance on a given topic. People will agree and they will disagree. But what you suckers don't get is that Malcolm, as my daughter would say, "made you look." Malcolm made you and you and you and you do three things you hadn't planned to do:
  • He made you read something
  • Made you think about something
  • Made you form your own damn opinion about something
And that is why you are not an artist. Because those jobs are scare, the gigs are taken, and the wait list for those positions is fucking hella long. It's like trying to get a principle percussionist position in a major symphony or tickets to High School Musical Live or some shit.

Malcolm Gladwell makes how you view the world just seem janky as hell, doesn't it? You know it does.

Art-Intelligence? Represent!
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