work

The adage of "the more things change, the more things stay the same" appears to be rearing its ugly head today.

About a hundred and fifty years ago, I was working as a scenic artist, and I used to describe my job thusly.

"I paint wood"

"...to look like wood."

Today I found myself scurrying to turn in an audited audit to a funder.

Somehow, the concept of ridiculous redundancy pleases me.

I like my job, I really do.
It is quite a bit of redundancy.

The challenge is fitting your organizational story and mission into applications with such nuanced differences that you often have to rewrite the entire existing language.
Reinventing the wheel for a $1000 from Ford Motor.

The other challenge is explaining how an art form that was for the people and became exclusive to the rich, white, esoteric and dead is suddenly for the people again.

One argument is that old saw...Economic Development.

Our rich people come to where your poor people are.
They buy things served to them by the poor.

So... trickle-down economics?
Hey, while we're at it, why not reinvigorate the ghosts of Star Wars and Communism.

I'm suddenly feeling trapped in a Bloom County cartoon ca. 1989.

Which is good.

Bloom County babes were usually nerdy or hot.

Or both.