The Zeitgeist of the Now Then
The first thing I learned at Creativity Now is that iPhone keyboards kind of suck (and I'm not just saying that because of the pervasive Zune sponsorship; some members of Team YM even shattered journalistic integrity and took a bag emblazoned with the Zune logo). A lot. I felt like I was playing Legend of Zelda in Sanskrit on a DS that had fallen in a tub of lube. Which accounts for our dearth of exciting tumblina yesterday.
It doesn't account for the paucity of, um, attendees. Shit was sparse. Our house expert assures me in years past it was a clusterfuck like a secret drop at Alife. But if you are looking for canaries regarding the parental will subsidize the art life of their children, it looks like the will to surrender that last $75 after $45K for NYU was a little tepid.
Some facts and notes from a creative scene:
1:12PM: Eggers mentioned the first time
1:25PM: Porn mentioned for the first time, because at a conference of twee graphic designers, you talk about Eggers before you talk about porn
3PM: (this transcribed verbatim; y'all can guess which panel it was) I hate you. And I hate you. Oh, and you. And yes, you too. Have I missed anyone? Ah, you on the end. Hate.
Circa 5:30PM: David Cross, speaking about Gawker commenters: "Worthless pieces of shit." Team YM briefly considered contacting Denton in his lair to prep an immediate response, but then we realized we pretty much agreed with the sentiment.
The best question of the day came from the exceedingly Scottish woman who asked David Shrigley (who was so good he alone made it worth the trip) if he believed in 'feddies'? It was like that moment in Sixteen Candles where Jake doesn't believe what he's hearing from Long Duck Dong (only imagine two reasonably thick but different regional UK accents instead of a racist Charlie Chan one):
Feddies?
Feddies.
Feddies?
Fathlies!
Ah, yes.
Good.
Team YM, diligent to the core, grabbed Mr. Shrigley on the way out of the after-party to confirm he was being honest when he answered, or just accommodating. Thus we bring you the YM exclusive of the day: David Shrigley does indeed believe in Fathies.
Bob Rising: I Believe in Faeries
It doesn't account for the paucity of, um, attendees. Shit was sparse. Our house expert assures me in years past it was a clusterfuck like a secret drop at Alife. But if you are looking for canaries regarding the parental will subsidize the art life of their children, it looks like the will to surrender that last $75 after $45K for NYU was a little tepid.
Some facts and notes from a creative scene:
1:12PM: Eggers mentioned the first time
1:25PM: Porn mentioned for the first time, because at a conference of twee graphic designers, you talk about Eggers before you talk about porn
3PM: (this transcribed verbatim; y'all can guess which panel it was) I hate you. And I hate you. Oh, and you. And yes, you too. Have I missed anyone? Ah, you on the end. Hate.
Circa 5:30PM: David Cross, speaking about Gawker commenters: "Worthless pieces of shit." Team YM briefly considered contacting Denton in his lair to prep an immediate response, but then we realized we pretty much agreed with the sentiment.
The best question of the day came from the exceedingly Scottish woman who asked David Shrigley (who was so good he alone made it worth the trip) if he believed in 'feddies'? It was like that moment in Sixteen Candles where Jake doesn't believe what he's hearing from Long Duck Dong (only imagine two reasonably thick but different regional UK accents instead of a racist Charlie Chan one):
Feddies?
Feddies.
Feddies?
Fathlies!
Ah, yes.
Good.
Team YM, diligent to the core, grabbed Mr. Shrigley on the way out of the after-party to confirm he was being honest when he answered, or just accommodating. Thus we bring you the YM exclusive of the day: David Shrigley does indeed believe in Fathies.
Bob Rising: I Believe in Faeries
Labels: Creativity Now, Is Everything About Gawker?, Press Junket
