Introduction

I would like to introduce myself.
My name is danger. I picked that name out myself. It's cuz I'm so dangerous. But fo reel. I thought if I used this name I could get away with more crazy stuff. After all- my name IS danger!
On Saturday last I spent a considerable amount of time at Santana Row outside of San Francisco (p.s. that is not an interesting link- just a link to a mall. Boooooooring ). I spent over 4 hours in three stores! Maybe I was a little bored. Wandering around Anthropologie, I found a book on the ISMS of art. It was a pretty lame read until I got to Post-modernISM. I've never quite thought of myself as post-modernistic, but I essentially was reading the inside of my soul while reading that chapter (over exaggeration). Really it was the chapter on ConceptualISM and Post-concenptualISM that served me my reality. From what I gathered about Post-conceptualISM is the idea that the concept is more important than the actual outcome. They say that, in theory, that if you were to explain a Post-conceptual piece of work to someone, they wouldn't even have to see the physical art in order to fully appreciate it.
I'm all about this "it's the thought that counts" type of art. I think it is a great excuse for sub par craftsmanship, and really brings us back to the power of our minds. But seriously, I have always thought it was near impossible to fully convey an idea through a work of art. This movement realizes that and embraces the fact that no matter what you do, people will read it differently.
Yesterday, my wife and I decided to move to Salt Lake City. I wonder what people will say about that decision. I hope they will want to visit, but who knows what they may be thinking. The great part is that I never know what I'm even thinking about it. I tend to hype things up in my mind. My mind tells me how great it will be, and how life couldn't be better. Maybe it could be though. Maybe I'll get there and my life won't be in a paradigm shift. Maybe the physical reality will not be as devastatingly impactfull as the dream of the same reality- but it's not so much about what comes of the dream, as much as the ream itself, right? See, VERY Post-conceptualistic of me.
Even in writing this blog, I realize that these thoughts sounded much better in my head. When written out, they are actually quite mundane. But then, maybe you got some great life realization from it. Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. Different people, different things. You know how it goes.