i teach children how to write and get on in the world and charge less than that. what bugs me the most about this type of thing is that it is indefensibly, morally BOGUS. a person can't look in the mirror and say, yeah, what i'm doing here is right, it's ok, i'm a good man - it doesn't work like that, and all the moral equivocation in the world won't change that. get a real fucking job and you'll miraculously find you stop having to defend yourself from passionate, genuine, heartfelt criticism, fuck you and your conspicuous consumption, your 'design-as-social-panacea'- - you're a LIAR.
"An evening lecture on the design and fashion impact of the bicycle"
if i was to put on a lecture series like this i'd worry as to whether *my *target audience would find the time to attend; they're all too busy complaining about the slightly-too-cold temperature of their latte or how the coffee-serf overly-toasted their placenta on pugliese bread; or avariciously scouring the property websites on a ubermac for buy-to-lets to make a quick buck; or moaning, interminably about the state of the world from their £500k apartment/mews house; or furiously cocksizing over their audi tts/condor barraccis, such is the pernicious and specious world of marketing and design and the cocks who believe in its calmative properties...
£30?
i teach children how to write and get on in the world and charge less than that. what bugs me the most about this type of thing is that it is indefensibly, morally BOGUS. a person can't look in the mirror and say, yeah, what i'm doing here is right, it's ok, i'm a good man - it doesn't work like that, and all the moral equivocation in the world won't change that. get a real fucking job and you'll miraculously find you stop having to defend yourself from passionate, genuine, heartfelt criticism, fuck you and your conspicuous consumption, your 'design-as-social-panacea'- - you're a LIAR.
"An evening lecture on the design and fashion impact of the bicycle"
if i was to put on a lecture series like this i'd worry as to whether *my *target audience would find the time to attend; they're all too busy complaining about the slightly-too-cold temperature of their latte or how the coffee-serf overly-toasted their placenta on pugliese bread; or avariciously scouring the property websites on a ubermac for buy-to-lets to make a quick buck; or moaning, interminably about the state of the world from their £500k apartment/mews house; or furiously cocksizing over their audi tts/condor barraccis, such is the pernicious and specious world of marketing and design and the cocks who believe in its calmative properties...