I've been surrounded by bullshit for more years then I care to acknowledge. Some architects build their architecture on a foundation of bullshit and are lauded for it. Same goes for artists and their art. I lean toward the types who can see through it and go so far as to call people out as bullshit artists. I'm a straight shooter and possibly give people too much credit to detect the stench, but for the most part I'm still amazed at how many people fall for it... or I suppose fall in it. I decided it was time to broaden my understanding of bullshit so I'm reading this short essay, literally less than 70 pages, by philosopher Harry Frankfurt.  Add Comment Check out this compilation of some of the road trip photos I shot this summer in my photo book, roadside distractions. I kept the text at a minimum and made it all about the images. Blurb makes it too easy to make photo books. I love easy. I'm reading these three books simultaneously, something I prefer not to do but somehow seems necessary.    I'm currently reading Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto by Chuck Klosterman, usually into the wee hours of the morning and laughing out loud. That's always a good sign. I'm recommending it and I'm only on chapter four.  | krista + blog = klog
> what the world needs now, is another blog <<<<<<<<<<  authorKrista Jahnke lives and works in Vancouver, BC and likes to ask archivesMay 2012 categoriesAll   |
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