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Heh, don't feel bad. It's nothing $80K and 4 years at art school couldn't cure. The problem lies in the fact that when you're finished, you're so busy working to pay off your student loans, there is precious little time for any personal art making, much less description. I had a professor who used to really like my papers. We'd have a little joke where I'd reply to his praise with, "I should be majoring in bullshit." I once had a roommate that loved football. I find it totally boring. Anyway, so I'd fit in at his little get togethers, he taught me some catch phrases that really helped. After a play was obviously over, I could look earnestly into the face of a coviewer and say something like, "Wow, they really came to play some ball." or "He's really got his game face on." I swear after some beer, these worked really well! It reminds me of a MASH episode where Radar has a crush on a sophisticated woman so they give him some canned responses like, "when she mentions Motzart, look bored. When she mentions Bach, say "Ah...Bach." I swear, we still laugh at this joke. So next time you want to seem like what you do has some deep intellectual meaning, just say something like, "I'm trying to transcend futurism" or "I'm trying to take the principals that Carl Jung put forth to my music." These should work like a charm, and are probably (though not importantly) true. Good luck, Mark Sottilaro On Thursday, January 3, 2002, at 08:06 PM, KILLINFO@aol.com wrote: > There is a certain sense of inadequacy and failure (if not shame) > connected to it -- like maybe I really should have some sort of grand, > sophisticated raison d'etre for what I'm doing by now (I'm 48 for gosh > sakes) and I don't. I'm just doing it because it somehow satisfies > some unnamable something in me to do so...and that (in turn) drives > me to do it again. The same impulse seems to drive my visual artmaking > as well. I do not have words for it. I sure wish did. > > Best, > > Ted Killian >