Fellow shambler and all-around delightful jackass Peter recently inadvertantly introduced me to what I consider one of the most fascinating and visually stunning projects of all time: MUTO.
Watching this video and project unfold over the course of its seven minutes and 26 seconds, I can't help but just stare, mouth agape. I mean, how the mother-eff did this artist do all this?! How long did it take him?! Why am I not nearly that awesome!?
To get all deep on you (as I have several reasons to still be in a shambles state of mind right now), this video helped bring to light several slices of dark matter floating around my brain. Mainly, it made me think about what the hell I'm doing with my life right now. I mean, let's face it, Blu, the artist responsible for what might be the most amazing thing I've ever witnessed, clearly feels some sort of passion for his job (I'm guessing hundreds, if not thousands of hours went into creating that seven minutes of animation). Do I? Do most people?
One friend of mine living in New York City just informed me that he walked off the job on Friday. Literally just walked out. That's a bold move. He wasn't happy there, so he left. That's gutsy. That's also highly respectable. I mean, what's the point of staying in a profession or office or job or city or even relationship (if we really want to go there) that doesn't inspire you? It's cowardly.
Washington, DC, while not the only city to be afflicted with this type of cowardice, seems to enjoy a higher per capita of this unfortunate side effect of suckdom than anywhere else I've ever lived, both in the United States and abroad. There just seems to be a large mass of people here who have convinced themselves that they're content with just "going with the flow," whether it be at their jobs, in their relationships or simply in life overall. In other words, DC doesn't seem to strive to be spectacular (ahem, spectacularly douchey doesn't count).
After watching MUTO again, I began to realize that I, too, have gotten sucked into that. I'm becoming content or at least indifferent with the mediocre and that freaks me out -- like, really, really freaks me out. (But don't worry, not in that violent, shoot-up-the-office way, it's more like a "should I really be working and living in DC?" way, which come to think of it, I've always kind of pondered...)
But, for serious (and you know this is rare form of thought for The Anti DC), becoming just another DC hack is something I worry about...a lot. While I don't subscribe fully to John Locke's (the philosopher, not the guy from Lost, the last two episodes of which I plan to watch this weekend when I shun humanity and go off the grid Art Bell style to do some serious soul-searching) "blank slate" theory, I do believe whatever environment a person is in can greatly affect his or her behavior. And despite my natural born asshole wiring, I, too, am incapable of totally overcoming my environment. (Lest part of me tries to say otherwise, all I have to do is remember one shameful moment in time and I am instantly put in my increasingly douchetastic place.)
Alas, for once I don't have much left to say except, I guess it's just a matter of time before I turn into some gnarly-attired, unkempt, political-haired tool. Wow. I need a vacation. Help me.