The WELL: inkwell.vue.33: David Walley

#351: flying jenny (jenslobodin) Mon 28 Jun 99 17:09

Mon, 28 Jun 1999 17:09:00 PDT

I don't know what she said in this instance, but Maxine Waters is a very smart, principled person and certainly not a rascist. [Read entire topic]

#350: Thomas Armagost (silly) Sun 27 Jun 99 18:27

Sun, 27 Jun 1999 18:27:00 PDT

<scribbled by silly Sat 7 Jul 12 16:33> [Read entire topic]

#349: poorly-contained perioxide accident waiting to happen (castle) Fri 25 Jun 99 14:02

Fri, 25 Jun 1999 14:02:00 PDT

What was being said about Reginald Denny? [Read entire topic]

#348: Thomas Armagost (silly) Fri 25 Jun 99 12:59

Fri, 25 Jun 1999 12:59:00 PDT

<scribbled by silly Sat 7 Jul 12 16:32> [Read entire topic]

#347: Harry Claude Cat (silly) Thu 17 Jun 99 14:01

Thu, 17 Jun 1999 14:01:00 PDT

"it is glorious, but I have a dread foreboding that some time the same doom will be pronounced upon my own country" - Scipio Africanus the Younger, surveying Rome's destruction of Carthage, 146 BC

Source: Encylopedia Britannica 1999 CD-ROM for Mac. [Read entire topic]

#346: Swan song for the swans in the audience (dvdgwalley) Mon 17 May 99 14:03

Mon, 17 May 1999 14:03:00 PDT

For all the writers out there in cyberland, take comfort; for all those who've been tur4ned down by Salon.com because they weren't hip and cutting edge enough

Fame and the Artist

by David G. Walley

Once upon a time in a city far away there lived a struggling artist, a genius painter. His early friends were impressed, and so was he when he went to their openings and saw how his ideas had been adapted for commercial use. He didn't mind though since he was sure that some day his own time would come. One afternoon, a gallery owner, a friend of his friends, came by the studio and told him he should be rich and famous and offered to help him for next to nothing (%65). The artist considered the offer and decided to give it a whirl since it would be nice to make a living wage as an artist instead of a short-order cook at the local beanery. Within a matter of weeks, the artist was seeing his name in all the right places. He started spending less and less time in the studio and more going to openings and schmoozing the customers, a practice he had formerly loathed passionately. The few times he was actually in the studio, the phone rang off the hook with invitations which made work or sleep impossible. This must be the way it happens he thought when he had time. The artist adapted to the new regime and unloaded his back inventory, but although he had quite a stock from his leaner days, inevitably he ran out. Now the demand for new work outstripped his ability to produce it and feeling pressed he was starting to suspect that his gift would lead to his eventual destruction. While he was regarding the blank canvas and the silent phone with equal dread late one morning, he came to an illumination that fame was killing him for real and he was living in a nightmare from which he could not awake. It was bad enough he no longer had time to paint and spent most of his waking hours schmoozing the fast set, but worst of all, the attractive and cultured women of his fantasies were in reality social-climbing yentas looking to add his scalp to their collections. Museum trustees were only less honorable, and what was the use of that? Abruptly the artist withdraw from the fandango of fame and even stopped showing up at the openings of his new gallery. At first it was charitably said that he was Sick or Out of Town on A Commission. Eventually, his agent took him to lunch to inquire anxiously whether he'd done anything to offend? A week after that he was deleted from the "A" list. When Art News and Art in America ran a few speculative sidebar articles about what happened to him, his stock plunged in the unofficial Art Futures market. By then Fame no longer interested him. Leaving town, the Artist purchased a nice little farmhouse upstate with the profits from his fatter days and continued The Work. If you needed him, you wrote or called the General Store, they'd fetch him. His temperament and creativity improved, and his good patrons still sought him out, eager to see his work, even if it wasn't in the public eye anymore. When things got slow it still tickled him that some of his early work were in good museum collections. Although he never made as much money, whatever he made was all his. MORAL: Sometimes a little fame is all you really need. [Read entire topic]

#345: Oh no, Auntie No-No not again (dvdgwalley) Sat 15 May 99 13:43

Sat, 15 May 1999 13:43:00 PDT

Duck's Breath Theater, I've heard of them, thank god that there are still heads around who produce material like that. And thank you for saving me from another "he said, she thought he said" dialogue. I'm glad you were lurking in the background. Funny, I"m always getting in trouble saying what other people want to say but don't. I take the heat and everyone else snickers to themselvbes while being politically correct. [Read entire topic]

#344: Thomas Armagost (silly) Sat 15 May 99 02:00

Sat, 15 May 1999 02:00:00 PDT

<scribbled by silly Sat 7 Jul 12 16:34> [Read entire topic]

#343: David Walley (dvdgwalley) Thu 13 May 99 16:10

Thu, 13 May 1999 16:10:00 PDT

Maybe it's as simple as there is a whole country full of people who tought that Seinfeld was the bee's-knees, and I always thought it was stupid, nvvertheless that I thought it was stupid didn't change the minds of people who thought that Seinfeld was brilliant and well-observed. I lived in Manhattan for twenty years, lived on the Lower East Side in the Sixties and the Upper Westside in the mid seventies and early eighties (with some time off for bad behavior, my exile period in LA from 1974-1977).

Thanks for letting me have it my way. BTW, what kinds of things to you write? [Read entire topic]

#342: Sharon Lynne Fisher (slf) Thu 13 May 99 15:31

Thu, 13 May 1999 15:31:00 PDT

>Here we go again, round and round.

Fine. Have it your way. [Read entire topic]