|capitalism run rampant!
||[Jul. 17th, 2006|03:06 am]
|||||julia vorontsova -- beauty||]|
as it turns out, everyone's their own personal advertising executive. and so i've been thinking a lot about a different strategy for internet self-promotion. i'm setting up a website, for instance, creating a portfolio of my collages and things in the hopes of getting some sort of economic validation for my little hobby. i'm thinking of casting livejournal aside for a real serious blog without the ridiculous pretension and cryptic syntax of this one, or getting a new livejournal and only posting new art-type things to it, or forgoing blogging entirely -- imagine that!
because there are so many different levels of privacy, and because that website will have my full name tacked clearly to it, who's to stop Someone I Don't Want from googling me and having free access to my thoughts? what if i kept a blog on the site and only wrote about innocuous things, and kept all the juicy bits locked inside livejournal? (i hate the idea of that sort of balkanization!) what if i simply didn't write them at all?
but how could i keep a blog about my normal life and my important thoughts without writing about, oh, sex, or my mother, or school? and how could i keep the anonymity i need while simultaneously using it to promote myself as a talented young thing whose postcards you should buy?
(i actually think that in any case i'm going to get a new livejournal. i'm rather ashamed of this, because i've gone through three livejournals in as many years. the idea of posting juicy stories anonymously for everyone to see is very, very appealing, but then the whole purpose of this project is to revamp Brand Mira. would you people friend me at hypothetical new journal, or at least give me some advice?)
i've been reading a lot recently about the precarity discourse. precarity being the situation people find themselves in now that the concept of a career has fallen apart. the boundless uselessness of the twenty-something folks i see wandering around in Wicker Park, who get silly, demeaning jobs because they need money and spend their time off thinking about how they're going to be an artist. or Ignatz, the way he's perpetually running off to try and accomplish something useful and nothing ever gets done (and he still doesn't have a job, and trashes films after making them because he doesn't think they're good enough).
i have other things to say about this, but i'll leave it for some time that isn't 3:30 in the morning.