Bally go in the hole. Tiny toons gettin after it……
You may be asking: “Why does the world need yet another useless distraction to delude the general public from the real task of engaging in an honest relationship with the possibility of life’s potential?”
Certainly, we must consider the legitimacy of any proposed use of the valuable, and limited amount of time set aside for recreation these days. When we look at the relationship between the time spent pursuing the necessities of food, shelter and economic solvency – versus the time allotted for other activities (such as recreation and/or spiritual or philosophical exploration) it becomes clear that we have only a small fraction of a chance at discovering a true sense of self outside the realm of survival. In spite of this large discrepancy we, as humans, seem to experience a compelling draw towards the intangible. An ineffable sense that there remains something to be seen – a real value to life that remains grounded in the raw, purely differential nature of the world. By this I mean to say that what has been “known” or become “boring”, has constituted mainly that which we understand by its generalization – its suppression into a concept that can be repeated ad nauseam until any sense of joy or awe has become impossible. It is this process of generalization, or expectation, that truly diminishes our ability to see the true nature of reality- namely, difference and repetition. Life is full of difference. We never wake up able to retain a serious sense of continuity, everything around us is reminding us of the true state of nature: change. Yet the world we have constructed is obsessed with repetition. Every time we go to work, school, game – we are presented with the same building, the same hierarchy, the same people as if any of these things really repeated themselves in any real sense.
People are getting older, bricks are eroding into the sea, power relationships are evolving – literally everything you take for granted is in a constant state of flux. Yet, ironically, most of us define the purpose of our lives as happiness – a state produced not through an endless series of repetitive meeting of goals, but an indescribable sense of the rarity of life itself. Therefore, returning again to our initial question of exploration: “Why does the world need yet another useless distraction?” we can see the important distinction operating in the inquiry. Interestingly enough, the fact that recreation becomes considered “useless” actually allows us to see its ‘usefulness’ (insofar as we seek happiness.) For too long we have accepted an understanding of recreation as simply a way to fill our free time, a delusional gap between the working day, and the attempt to find and secure a mutually beneficial relationship for emotional security and genetic propulsion.
We propose a new approach to the game, we propose a fight. A fight against the exhausting effects of expectation. A fight against the suppression of creativity and exploration of new spaces. We believe in that strange and unknown place inside of you that generates new music and new paintings. You don’t own it. You cant sell it. But at some point in your short life you have felt free. Free from someone telling you what your philisophical graffiti might mean. Therefore we create. We recreate. We putt.
The man himself was standing in a pedestrian line in the Ferry building. He ordered a $7.50 blue bottle coffee in this voice….