I’ve noticed an uptick in my email of research reports from nonprofits and advocacy groups. I suppose this makes sense in a time of continued pressures on journalism and the swamp of bad information that is the internet. How should we know to trust these reports?
Would be easy to create conceptually and aesthetically new works using prompts? Think about “addiction to social media” or even a broader idea “a current societal problem”. The question of “how?” turns quickly into “what do we want to do in the first place?”. Sure, you can create a stock image of someone looking at their phone. But if you want to create something genuinely new, you will need to expand your prompt a lot.
The top five artists, as selected by the public, will comprise a “Fans’ Ballot” that will be tallied along with the other ballots to choose the 2023 inductees.
If you make anti-marketing the goal, then interesting challenges become a positive thing: fodder for public conversation, not something to be swept under the rug.
My goal when reading is to generate knowledge and insights that can be connected with knowledge and insights derived from other sources. That is a mouthful to say that I want to integrate information from something I read and connect it to my existing knowledge.
We pledge to provide access to information, resources, and programming that works towards dismantling the racist systems on which our country has been built, as well as the many other insidious forms of inequality that persist in our society.
Lynn’s songs defied societal expectations by connecting her musical representations of working-class and rural women to broader social issues affecting women across the U.S.
She aimed for her music to articulate the fears, dreams and anger of women living in a patriarchal society. It railed against those who idealized women’s domestic roles and demonized outspoken feminists.
And I am singing along, couch dancing, to Garth Brooks. I saw him at the Miramar Air Base in San Diego with the Judds. I listened to Thunder Rolls on a home recorded tape, driving back from Las Vegas. Poorer coming home than we were leaving. Everyone else in the car asleep. The A side ends and there is a long gap; I'm looking at what there is to look at on the road between Las Vegas and San Diego which is not a lot. Thunder Rolls starts and terrifies me. I jerk the steering wheel hard and everyone wakes up. And we laughed about it because no one was on the road with us and we didn't get into an accident.
I checked on him before I wrote this post. I know that I danced to him, the Tahoe Touch and the Texas Two-Step because he said things that made us believe, women dancing with women, men dancing with men, that he saw us and he was willing to stand up for the love he saw.