The Large Format Falsehood

Fact ish Forums

“.. in 1963 … I brainstormed with Steve Jobs and …”
A statement in support of the JC’s understanding of Apple technology, issued as support of his using Wintel machines now. It is accepted, and the forum moves onward. Strange. Steve Jobs wasn’t a precocious child. He was troublesomel yep he was bumped a grade, but so was much of Mountain View. Probably wasn’t inclined to be brainstorming with anyone, let alone an adult. Steve Jobs was born in 1955. You don’t have to be a polymath to know that Steve would have been a child IN GRADE SCHOOL. Jobs wasn’t producing ideas of any use or value for his aura for another 20 years. His job at Atari was an accident. They thought (and Steve didn’t correct them) that Wozniak’s Pong was his.

What does it mean? Not anything to photography, nor art. I offer this (these notes) as advisories — notice to beware hanging on the words of those trapped by their own failures. Their stories and craft knowledge are as full of error, and omission as their life lessons.

why do they need to impress you so much? Afterall, who are you. You journey to the online forums because you don’t know.

Empty work

The work that many do.

It keeps them busy, but not sustained. It is the empty, idling.
They know they must practice their craft; establish a routine, gaining strength, increasing proficiency so that they will move beyond craftsmanship into authorship.
Sadly, they lack influence — tacking to the rear, without understanding their direction. They gather in bachelor herds, fending off outside influence, while they clear their throat, thinking they are practicing the scales.

They work to a formula and claim freedom from the debris of artist thinking. They are lost in their thicket; neither in nor out of the woods.

The Dragon Flames Out

randy (no) moe announced his return to the forums, even though he hadn’t left them, only announcing his upcoming leaving… MoeBacksOut

The Large Drama

little things, but dependent things. People in need of something outside themself, something more than what they can make; more than what they have.

the dragon flames out, dragging his tail in a wagon, back to the forum of fellow pretenders

He pretended he was there; he pretended that he was gone. Pretending to be…what/who?

They Can’t Leave

They cannot leave, because they have no place to go. They can’t start a place, they have nothing to offer others, so they stay clustered, fucked though it may be, addicts live best among other addicts — the Forum Flop House, where they prey upon each other, and pray to empty phrases.