Understanding Art: An Acceptance of Ignorance

One major key to understanding art is artistic self awareness. Good art should always be self aware, however, it should never reveal the artist’s true thoughts. There will always be another layer of irony, and the respectable connoisseur will understand that they will never truly comprehend the intended depth of the art they are striving to appreciate. Obviously this is all the opinion of the author, and therefore, as the potential appréciateur of this art, the reader must decide whether they agree with the author or not. and if you agree with my literal words, do you accept that you and I could be in vast disagreement, even though, in word, we do agree?

Work SUCCcess Stories: Part 1

> Be me.
> Get an angry call from a woman.
> She says the copier has been broken for days.
> I've been ignoring her emails all week because I've been playing Minecraft on my Nintendo Switch.

> I tell her I called it in to Xerox.
> (I didn't.)
> I sneak my way over to her office.
> The plan is to impersonate the Xerox guy I told her I called because she only knows my voice; she > doesn't have a clue what I look like.
> As I'm walking in, someone else from her office catches me.
> "Hey Xerox guy!" he says.
>  I don't lie, I just say "I'm here to fix the copier."
> I honestly think the thing is going to be completely screwed. I'm going to get caught and chewed out for waiting so long.
> I walk behind the machine to see that it is unplugged.
> I plug the copier in.
> The office becomes very excited.
> I get a call from the lady apologizing for being harsh and she blames the Xerox guy for being late.

All according to plan

The Legendary Story of How My Great Uncle Foy Payne Lost His Testes in 'Nam

      My great uncle Foy Payne fought back in 'Nam.  A green beret and a dedicated soldier, Foy fought like hell and killed many of those danged Vietnamese before Nixon pulled 'em out. He never had any of his own biological kids, bless his soul, all because of one legendary but tragic incident which ended up forcing him to lose his testes.The story goes something like this.
      Back in 'Nam, Foy did many dangerous parachuting combat missions to get over enemy territory. One day, Foy went out on a parachuting mission with his squadron to go right into the thick of the opposing Vietnamese forces. Foy was slightly nervous; after all, this could be his last mission if things didn't go well. But Foy was no green thumb, and he was ready to give those Vietnamese hell if he was gonna die. Foy buckled up his parachute, got in his plane, and prepared for takeoff with the rest of his squadron. Soon all of the squadron fighters were in the air. Foy's plane flew right over enemy lines. Guns a-blazin', Foy's pilot maneuvered the plane to a spot in the jungle where the Vietnamese hadn't set up any camps or bases. Foy said his prayers and jumped out of the plane, released his parachute, and started floating down. Unfortunately, he slightly missed the clearing he was aiming for and he came right smack down onto a limb high up in a tree. Foy was immediately hit by searing pain from his groin area; he looked down and saw blood. It turns out Foy had landed on the branch in such a way that he had partly torn his pants and his balls off. "God damn this cursed country!" screamed Foy. The pain was unbearable. Foy soon passed out. Days later, Foy woke up to find the medic was forced to remove his testes after he was luckily found by a fellow soldier in the tree hours later. The time Foy had spent in the tree made him lose a lot of blood, and he was forced to stay in the camp for a few weeks to recover. When he finally got back out onto the battlefield, Foy went as a combat soldier: he was done parachuting for good. Now Foy fought even more fiercely than before; he was more moved to give fighting his all. Now Foy fought for his country- and for the sake of his poor old testes that he lost in that jungle.