
*The views expressed in Truesday are those of the author and do not represent Austinist as a whole. Thank heavens.* -The Editors
Smoking bans.
Housing ordinances.
Seething hatred for Mopac.
That dude who peed in your back yard.
Governor Perry’s exercise routine.
Luby’s closing too early in the evening.
Brain cancer.
The two-dollar bill?
Bill Cosby vs Bill Hicks.
The homeless parking spot jockeys off Red River.
Black vs Woman vs Gay vs Immigrant US president.
Kenyan democracy in action.
Opinions, opinions, opinions. They’re an odd bunch, and I love them all more than I love whiskey. And man, do I love whiskey.
I left you somewhat in the lurch last week concerning my plans for a weekly column devoted to guests (that would be you), and that was a bit rude of me. But honestly, at the time I wasn’t convinced that I knew exactly what I was looking for.
Then it occurred to me: outside of offering up a platform for the organized presentation of individual expression, I don’t wish anything particular at all.
And here is one of those rare moments where you’ll see me take myself seriously.
You see, I have this nagging fear that apathy and middle-minding are taking over the American population and grinding us all into herd-searching sheep. That’s right, “grinding”. Because I don’t believe that anyone is an expressionless follower by birth. I believe that it’s a conditioned response to a constant droning of direction (often times: misdirection) which breeds out true personal opinion and honest debate. The result being an inadvertently amoral, sheep-like population, which is doomed to poison itself through apathy, all the while wondering why it’s failing to actually evolve or endure.
That’s the overall motivation anyhow, and even though you are likely (hopefully) asking yourself: “yeah, but what the fuck does some jackass column written by non-writer readers have to do with trying to reverse apathy? I want to read something profoundly filtered to keep the bloggy riff-raff crap out. What if people just write about their mom’s skin problems or some shit?” Which is a good question if you believe that this column should be used solely for something more… seemingly profound.
However, I would not discount the reader who chose to write about their mother’s skin issues because at least that reader had the balls to express themselves honestly in a public forum, and didn’t just parrot some bullshit they heard somewhere else in hopes of looking smarter than they need to be. There’s a beauty in true expression. Expression of any kind. Because to me, honest expression, any variety really, is the enemy of apathy.
And that makes any expression a friend of mine.
To begin this fun, I am going to contact a few of our regular commenters in hopes that they would enjoy the opportunity to express themselves outside the rat-a-tat-tat of the comments section. An opportunity to present their opinions in an actual (single) column, which would be more fitting and appropriate considering the time and effort many of them have put into simply writing comments, which we all appreciate immensely.
My hope is that others will see the value in this weekly column of mixed-bag public expression, and choose to take advantage accordingly by emailing me their intent, and eventually it will take on a life of its own. I look forward to hearing from you all.



why must a column have intent? coherent ramblings, annotated subconscious debate, and musings seem to work quite well in this here forum.
what i want is a woven tale of skin problems, scotch vs. bourbon debating, politicking in general, and a ponderance on why fish bones cost so much.
find that and present it in an interesting manner and another creative duty should be done.
Agreed. Intent is the makings of art, but it's not necessary for expression. And opinion, in my opinion, can be without intent as well, unless the intent is to have no intent whatsoever.
Yes. Musings. And lots of fishbones. Let's have fishbone discussions.
agreed - intent is the making; but interpretation is the evaluation. and some folks can read intent into just about anything, as can parents.
this leads to the much heralded observable opportunity: "my madison is an amazing artist - look at her use of color and shading". and madison's artistic talent cannot be doubted (absent of course any intent).
a personal favorite color combination is strained carrots and wasabi on plaster (or drywall if the artist is in a fix).
so musing with no intent other than to muse; or perhaps act as a muse for further rambling.
Why does it comfort you to pretend that art is meaningless, that literature is almost accidental?
I'm not trying to get you to trot down to the temple, just stop associating your 6-year-old's ham-fisted detritus with Kerouac or de Kooning.
Ah, you misunderstand my point – the creation of art; writing, etc. does take foresight, experimentation, and skilled toiling. The point I make is that there is a dichotomy between the creation of and the evaluation of: art, writing, etc. The intent and motivations that are present in the artist or writer at creation are not always interpreted or realized in the digestion or appreciation of a piece.
My analogy was simplistic and very likely offensive; which unfortunately happens often in comment format dialogue such as this. Also, the reference to a parent’s appreciation of the creations of their children was an allegory to those patrons in the art world that embrace works from which they might interpret the intent or meaning differently from the artist/writer who created the piece.
All rambling aside then; – it is a crime to the community that fish bones cost more per pound than cabbage. But then again – who wants cabbage stock?