Internet Impressions.

Since I've killed the blog (already ailing) with my last post, it is my duty to revive it. But at the same time I have so very little to say, or at least nothing I want to mention at this point. So instead I'll talk about my new virtual fear, anxiety and object of loathing.

Facebook...

Yes, it's me being me again. I never grew out of my high school pessimism, it's in my character. However this high schoolness of which I speak has come flooding back as people ask to be my virtual friends over this virtual album that is, all in all, so heart-warming and such a good idea! You can keep in touch with anyone! What it brings to the forefront, however, is life's clinging irrelevance and the subsequent contingency of the relation of individuals to myself.

Anyway... it's not like I don't find a source of pleasure in seeing what old familiar faces are doing. It's just the shock treatment that comes from seeing these faces. It's the unfamiliar lives they lead, the complete separation. It's no longer removed by being heard from a friend of a friend. We don't actually have to talk to friends.

So.... I kind of changed settings, pressed buttons. I think I may have send out a lot of invitations to people I really don't need to send out invitations too. I was horrified. I was panicked. I logged off. I told people I went to bible camp with them. I claimed to be some woman's parent. I realized, this place is not for me....

All those impressions being made I'm leaving a post of another grad's art project. She made smocks for us and took pictures of us in our studios.... an institutional commentary. You'll get a sense of our insulated captivity.