Trep City Festie #Fridays.

“I have to have my coffee, first thing in the morning,” is no longer uttered only by just the yuppie sets, but by everyone i know in a world where we create (or happen upon) and put into order what would look like a calm brew that percolates to a frenzy of disorganised track of reality.

This isn’t just for the stressed out chefs, or highly creative directors of business. This happens to most of the downlines of the tantrum-prone and the byline-set, now it surprises me to find that it escapes most people about the dismissed and disregarded, when it was them 20 years ago. Now, you realise that i am writing about what matters most to these funny creatures called creatives: their time.

We (a collective pronoun), don’t need mostly the 24-hour grind, but the measly assurance that there is a carved out pension at the end of the gruel, and shackle to make money (or that life), and create a proper life instilled in us to be something “on the side”, or “unimportant”. This to many, had been the essence of their very existence, as years of Renoir or Degas followers have assuaged, it is not a mere holy-twentyfirst-century hipster phenomenon. It is Bo-Bo to the French, but it is normale to the Spanish, and mostly, an inconvenience to the ones who are saddled with the measly pay cheque that it accosts when inefficiencies happen. There is no life business direction, or assurance that after the 8-hour day in corporations that hand us our pay cheques, we can go home to happy spouses or a happy life, or a perfectly ordered day-kid instituting us our radioactive deliberately assigned meaningless half-lives, that whittles us down to chopped-down versions of ourselves. “We can let go of our whole essence now”, and this excuses you from having interacted with many others like you, drawing comfort from the miserable company that it provides, and submitting yourself to the job that is forming a mind, an opinion, or a character that you can absolutely relate to others. Or in this case, where they can understand.

Sometimes, a formula is made from time to time, to paint us that picture, and unclearly, we eradicate our vantage points to submit to others’ underlying need for clarity, organisation, and horrific destabilisation techniques to corrupt the lives of those they think are economically advantaged. This is the reality of the third world hipster - an undefined mass of irrelevance and misunderstanding. We are not all viewed as privileged for all the free time in the world, but this is a wrong view - we are all incorrigibly disgusted with having no more understanding of creatives, their lives, or what the very hold of their work are on people any more than the deeds of others in a morally diverse and liberally founded culture that concentrates on its people’s organisation and productivity versus people’s actual talents, and positive traits.

I might be digressing.

So back to these creatives. They are children at heart, and productivity is measured with clarity of purpose, at best. Within the very limitations of the world, there are awkward mitigations of gender, and other inconvenient demographics that no longer map to your mother’s society.

This we need to sort out within us, that we recognise other people, far apart from these inconveniences to be able to suss out: what’s good, what’s for real, and what hasn’t been intended that could be accompanied with the sole purity of intent.

The revolution involves the wonder that is how to involve the correct amount of tolerance levels, what that looks like, and how to apply them to actual work. The crucial thing is to have a proper place for their talents to occur, quite soundly, and not be intrusive or intruded upon by mostly, others. The pawing at of them, will cause retreat and an evolutionary non-cognition of those that actually occur very naturally in post-war ecosystems, as we try to build against the clock, and also with the least amount of repression and natural predatory tendencies.

I would like to call these places: (as they occur, and as proper creative houses actually evolved into) - as incubators or hothouses.

There are loads of places to find reprieve, and you need to establish these well ahead of the building, and maintaining ground of need vs. competetive squashing. We don’t want the unnecessary fray of nerve, diluting of energy, or taking of ideas (a very ugly thing indeed), and compensating for the miscalculation (the world is not an oyster of the fancy), this is why we build glass houses on top of the wunderkinds to care for them, and cause them to evolve more properly. Media helps (most of the time, when they are not being aggressively compounding on the negatives). Featuring the pluses and minuses of comfort without encroaching the necessary basic privacy needs of others, we cater to most of their needs, almost untiredly very efficiently.

Here is to the brand new creative, (well not so new)- but that actual type of who does well with instruction mostly, and then not at all. This is talked about in conferences (Y Combinator, etc) and called by several names (indigo, maverick, hustler, hipster, hacker). Today, the makers and hipsters, are hackers of life as well, and of things no one has the manual for. This article written by Paul Graham bodes that theory well.

And here is to the tomorrow that we see, have faith in, fathom, and well, hear on social media that is going to be great.

Maybe it’s actually here, now. It is an assurance everyday, in the daily products whittled, that it has been here, and we just let them loose not just from our lips, but to the roads ahead that they need to take.

(Well, most of them.)

And maybe if we don’t squash the things we see, and do not understand / benefit from directly, we can actually revel in the wonder that they are, or will be.