Inspiration!

So, how has this inspired me to pursue a real career? It really hasn't.

I've decided upon my future, though. I'm going to college of course, but choosing a career based on whether I can do the tasks required, how much time in the day it takes and how well it pays. To be the modern dandy is my goal; to never have my career be my identity or even be known to my acquaintances.

Now, when I say I want to be a dandy, I'm not referring to the boring dandies whom are recognized merely because they are dandies. I'm speaking of the interesting dandies. The great Umourist Jacques Vaché or the snobbishly witty Oscar Wilde or... well, those are the only men I can think of who are remembered both as dandies and productive individuals.

This raises another question, I'd suppose. How will I be a productive dandy if I'm workin' that day job? What separates me from those boring dandies? I'm not sure. Perhaps I'll find something similar to Vaché's popularization of pataphysics. Perhaps my brain isn't capable of true work; moreover, perhaps I'm an advertising genius of sorts. Advertisement for nothing more than my own seemingly interesting mind. (It's not interesting, by the way. There are a lot of pun images [Alluding to C. B. Irvine's infamous "Yolk Enveloped Egg Plant"], a "joyless nothingness" and, of course, elementary equations when I'm obsessed with numbers.)

In truth, what I'm trying to say is I can borrow ideas and generalize them. The chances of everyone knowing of Jarry's work in Vaché's time is more or less improbable. The chance of most people knowing... well, anything in depth in our time is even less probable. (Digression! People don't care about elaborate details anymore. For example, speaking to a girl on the subject of some hippie-type band or another, I mentioned how much the lyrics reminded me of a Marcel Duchamp quote on the subject of folded arms and read it off of a website for her. The very next day she patronized one of our mutual friends for not being aware of Duchamp! [For clarity, I barely know of Duchamp besides that quote and his infamous feather boa-wearing in a Man Ray photograph.] How snide it was! I'm considered the Patron Saint of Pretension by many (I'm just a tad flamboyant in some respects; I believe many men consider any bit of unusual behavior deliberate and a wavering alarm for desired attention.), but at least I'm very subtle, gentle, even displaying elegance with insult if I choose to at all! Basically, I refuse the modern "small-fish intellectual" cliché. ["Seriously? You don't know who ... is?"])

Well, it seems my digression is a bit longer than my entire entry and even digressed within itself to a separate digression on detestable social behavior. I won't change it; one should consider it a summary of that type of person. Contrary to what I'd like to believe, there may be more to that type of person than a shroud of common slightly-above-average intellect. (Acceptance is the first step to being a tolerable individual. Accepting oneself as a fool or genius is key. There should be no gray area. [Oh my clarity! I accept my foolishness. A genius cannot entertain! A genius is an Edison! No one enjoys the company of an Edison. Moreover, what use does an aspiring dandy have for genius?])

To conclude, what have I said? Nothing really, I explained my hopeful future; I fought pretension with what is believed to be pretension by many, and most importantly, I found a way to mention a Man Ray photo of Duchamp in a feather boa in a blog. (S'pretty alarming, isn't it?)