Not-so-fancy footwork still inspirational
The PC's slowly coming back to life thanks to some seriously aggressive CPR, but it's still lacking all the applications that make it whole -- or allow me to post pictures from the 4th. So, while we wait, I bring to your attention a project by a so-called deadbeat who can't dance but sure knows how to make you smile, maybe even laugh.
Where the Hell is Matt?
Read his journal too. Passages like this provide a peek behind the scenes and maybe even help those of us addicted to these kinds of displays to understand their impact.
Where the Hell is Matt?
Read his journal too. Passages like this provide a peek behind the scenes and maybe even help those of us addicted to these kinds of displays to understand their impact.
So I made this thing – this video. And a lot of people are watching it. And they take away a message. It’s unspoken, and maybe because it’s never articulated it becomes more potent. By saying nothing, people hear exactly what they want to. And that guy on the screen becomes a symbol for what’s important, what’s possible…
There are folks debating online about whether or not I actually exist. Seems irrefutable to me, but it’s a contended issue.
Point being: they expect a lot out of that guy on the screen.
And then they come here and poke around. Things go downhill quickly.
So I just want to clarify. I want to manage your expectations.
The video isn’t a lie. It’s a sincere expression of how I feel about…stuff. I’m thrilled that it inspires people. I’m thrilled that they find meaning in it. But understand that as soon as I stop dancing, it’s bound to get more complicated. The brotherhood I feel toward my fellow man does not extend to the man next to me on the plane who just farted while clearing his sinuses.
People tell me how jealous they are. They want to be that dancing guy.
I want to be that dancing guy. It’s a worthwhile aspiration. But I’ve got a long way to go. There are gaps in between those clips.