A Post-postmodernist with Objectivist leanings, fighting to catch up with his art after serving time as a capitalist oppressor of the people.
Doug Barone retired from corporate life after 20 years in the finance industry and is fooling everyone into thinking he is a writer. Having been a corporate strategist, finance executive, and IT executive he has found almost nothing of use to him from those years except the zany people and crazy stories that no one in their right mind could ever dream up. He uses these real life experiences in his work and this separates him from other writers who never really worked a day in their lives either.
His work, his prose fiction, is focused on power, its entanglement with emotional fulfillment, the impact of institutional concentrations of authority, and our struggles in the space created between. It deals with the ontological-deontological tension of existence in a post-postmodern world, where ideas have re-emerged as vastly powerful things even in the simple acts of everyday life. Sometimes his work allows just a bit of the mystical to cross over into reality, breaking the barriers of perception, heightening a sense of the possible.
Since this is all antithetical to the held narrative of our time, he fully expects to be pilloried by the academic left as well as the religious right, and looks forward to every lashing.
No more buildings! Not even for them!
Youthful anarchy is all the rage these days what with the white faced Heath Ledger mystifying millions in movie houses with his posthumous incarnation of amorality, and the Times writing about Malwebolence and such. So much so that it is crowding out good old fashioned tie-died protesting. You know, the kind made famous in the late 60’s and which looks like it may become the next shuffleboard now that its original practitioners are beginning to age into assisted living communities.
So what’s an aging protester to do to stay relevant when the kids are acting more amoral in their white faced Joker makeup then you did in your anti-draft (oops, I mean anti-war) bare feet?
You have to go after whoever you can, and I’m sure Jane Jacobs would agree that even though it’s the New School that needs the space, no one, I mean no one should be allowed to build a new building in New York, nope, not ever again.
Make no mistake, both the Jerry Garcia crowd and the new bomb throwing anarchists hold the moral low ground in their protesting efforts. At is core, (in modern America), protests are about a petulant minority trying to impose its will on an established majority. Can’t get action via democracy? Well then lets have a march (“Remember how much fun those sit-ins were, dear?” “You bet honey. Jill, did I ever tell you that I met you mommy a the Earth day rally…” “Yes, Dad, like a thousand times, its so boring, and every time you tell it Mom wears flowers in her hair for a week afterwords. I’m so humiliated when she picked me up at school in the SUV…”)
Yes, the stretch for regaining youthful relevance was never so strained than when it is the bastion of revolt itself that is under attack. What must governance meeting be like at the New School when they have to deal with “concerned citizens” protesting at their door? How the worm turns.
The only thing more hilarious than contemplating the idea of a “capital campaign” at the decidedly non-capitalist New School is this chuckle about the “we don’t know what we are protesting, but we gona get out and stop them anyway…just because…” approach of self appointed community guys with nothing else to do with their time.
According to Chelsea Now:
And that pretty much says it all. Better to block a historic Greenwich Village institution’s plans, sight unseen than support work that will mean more jobs, income and prestige to our City.
Peace, man…