30 in 30, Day 11: Day of Rest

Took today off as my once-per-week break from the 30 in 30 project, to reflect, relax, recharge. It also seemed an appropriate day to remove the focus from myself, as it is the 10th anniversary of the tragedy that happened on 9/11. There are enough memorial-type things going on today that I don’t feel the need to further water things down with my own tribute, but I hope you use today and the memory of that horrible event to take stock of the things you’ve been blessed with in your life, and to tell your loved ones exactly how much you love them. Be well.

 

For your perusal, here are this week’s gatherings of some archived posts you may enjoy that have nothing to do with September 11th.

Daylight Doesn’t Need Saving

Handbook for the Sellout

10 Things I Learned from the Twilight Movies
 

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The First Time I Sold Myself (aka Handbook for the Sellout)

Somewhere betwixt the early 20th century and the late 20th century, it became very vogue for “discerning artistic consumers” (read: pretentious A-holes) to ridicule successful artists for “selling out”.  The idea being that any artist able to turn a profit in their medium (music, acting, writing, painting, etc.), had clearly abandoned their ideals and convictions in order to do so.  After they sold out, they became puppets of The Man, and as such, were incapable of producing anything genuine and spectacular anymore, which made them less cool in the eyes of the “in the know” consumers — and by association served as a way for these same D-bags to judge the people who still supported said artist.  These hip, trendy consumers have clearly never had to pay rent before — because how else could they possibly justify hating on people who have spent years struggling to eke out a living in the arts unless they’d never had any bills or financial responsibilities of their own; and as a result, were totally oblivious to the fact that artists have to support themselves and their families on something other than dreams and smiles.