I Special Make

Unfortunately, one of my most persevering activities, and therefore spaces occupied by myself, is Facebook - I might extend that to say the entirety of the Abyssal Unterwebz, but really, mostly Facebook. Here I find myself emotionally ping-pong-ing between genuine entertainment, mild disgust, precious moments with friends and frustration with its overall preoccupation; but at the end of the day, some of my time most well spent is in the realm of the book of Face where so many of my dear friends also reside. Facebook as a singular, characterized entity is something I smirk at the idea of and feel overpowered, nay, invaded by, as I can't help but be aware of the constant disadvantage of immediate boredom gratification mispracticed by so many, and the additional cons sanctioned in the corners of its virtual structure that eerily predict my taste and ominously advertise it to me in the form of merchandise - yet in practice, I find myself greatly appreciative of the world it has offered my friends and I for daily interactions, exchanges of interest, and inevitable as well as nearly effortless updates on life. So, Facebook, while you are a pain in the ass to much of the world, I hereby consider you my kind and advantageous companion, and today I will defy your general reception of "mehhh" and make you special. Or special-make you. You guys know what I mean (though I'm still not sure I do)

Here is my smakecial.
http://www.facebook.com/notes/robyn-hall/the-first-step-is-admitting-theres-no-problem/10150315029619240

If that isn't viewable, I'll type it (but it's less special without the comments that followed):

"I'm addicted to facebook, and I blame my friends. As far as I'm concerned, they're all perfect 10's. Everytime I sign on, they ne'er do me wrong as I surf each web axis like we wuz in Tron. The facebook self has become quite an art, and actively conversing, we're never too far apart. Here I can access our harbored allegiance, and miss them and love them without too much grievance. Their minds reach me here, as well as their faces, when we're all separated by spaces and places. I can't always hug them, but I do always grin, 'cause once we hug it will be with the happiness of goblins. You guys are amazing, always looking out for me, and I have a feeling one day we'll rule the galaxy. It may or may not be the whole world's endeavor, but we give zero fucks 'cause we're clever and it'd be the greatest troll ever. I wasn't sure before that "heaven" was legit, but now I know it is, 'cause I'm already in it. Facebook 4evar, always together."

"Primitive" Art

When studying the practice of art classification, it could be more useful to approach the issue of "primitive art" by trying to identify what DISqualifies art as "primitive," and even more, how anything qualifies as art to begin with - an approach that led me to realize that art is not a need; it may often, if not always, be an insatiable substance-producing desire, curiosity or craft, but the difference is, it is not an idea or practice necessary to survival. As Layton explains in the first chapter of The Anthropology of Art, much of the world's oldest art went a significant deal beyond the needs of the people in its making. Objects that we tend to classify as works of art through our modern outlook include symbolic imagery sometimes placed on utilitarian objects, such as patterns frequently representative of societal distinctions such as gender, social class, cultural cliches and other implicative "art" that is designed with more care, skill and quality than what would be basically required to designate a role for the object.

Dissanayake (What Is Art For?) suggests the same idea in her assertion that art is unnecessary, and further forges a wall that binds "fine" art within it and all other art around it. Fine art is easier to categorize because of the standards that we have been trained to regard art with, but these complicate our ability to understand art of a different time, place and relationship to the development of humanity as a species, which causes people, even experts, to misunderstand the essence of such art and often grow assumptive when assigning meaning to it.

“Primitive” art implies that the art is not advanced enough to be grouped in with art as the world has come to know it – expressive, flawless, and complex – whereas the context of such art in a period of obvious development for such societies from primitive states greatly takes away from the justice of the concept of “primitive art.” In such circumstances, those who study art would do best to reserve such judgment in respect to our lack of ability to establish entirely accurate assertions about art of this variety.