My theoretical work in graduate school is centered in the disciplines of communication, sociology and art. But within those, I'm specifically interested in identity. It seems many of my colleagues are too. I don't think that's any sort of coincidence. I think it's partially a result of a societal lack of clear identity - - and the abundance of commercialism that causes us to become more and more diluted as individuals - - and the need we, as artists, have to dig, dig, dig, ever deeper beneath the surface to find out what it is that makes this world, and the creatures in (on?) it tick.
At any rate, today I went to get my motorcycle inspected. I stood in the bay at the biker shop/bar/breakfast spot/mechanic and looked at the umpteen million nudie posters on the wall. I stood there, in my biker jacket, knowing I had to get the inspection so I could get back home to do grad school work before going to get the kids from school.
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We all engage in so many different performances of identity. We are all walking bundles of theory. We are all artists. Do we realize it? No. Do we all care? No. Should we? Probably not.But for those of us who do, this life is a never-ending, fascinating exploration.
Peace, y'all.
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