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Without Blushing
Fame is a fleeting mistress. an achievement as ill-defined as it is sought-after, fame has long renounced itself as mark of specific achievement, handing itself down instead to a middling lot of vaguely discernible visages. the faint line between famous and infamous has long evaporated, as to be famous is now simply to simply be known, to be remembered and acknowledged in passing shades of grace.
with its quality in such question, the idea of fame as motivation is sort of strange, the narcissism of committing one's self to public adulation in place of some other nobler accomplishment is indeed a questionable approach to achievement, as fame itself is marred by its own ephemeral nature. it's meaningless, and it's hollow. it's vain and it's empty. but so is everything else, when you really think about it.
fame is just as much the catalyst as it is the aim. fame is an unforeseeable finale that umbrellas a collective of efforts under which personal achievements are realized. proactive. active. it anchors a vision for bonding seemingly nebulous goals into a strongly epoxied front.
To quote Mister Merrill: "The reason we choose Let's Get Famous as our intended goal is because Fame represents an easily identifiable destination that is both within our grasp and indeterminately far away. Imagine you are standing in the plains looking at a mountain range. Within that mountain range you will find rivers, lakes, valleys, caves, small villages, magic mushrooms, trails, trees, and many other metaphors for human experience. But where do you go? You may be perfectly happy in the rolling foothills, or just wander about and end up about two miles south drifting along the river. These are all fine. But up on that far craggy peak sits a small red flag with four letters in bright yellow. F. A. M. E. From atop Fame Mountain you can see into all the valleys, and along the way you will find caves and great places to snowboard. It's not the destination, it's the journey. And once you reach it, you have all these new opportunities and a new vantage point. Is there another mountain range? Another land or continent? A rocket ship? Who knows. Everyone's path to Mt. Fame will be different, and they will arrive with different skills and abilities and we'll have a big party."
It is in large part just a reevaluation of focus. When tempted to ask your friends "What did you do today?" instead ask, "What did you do to Get Famous today?" Subtle, but in time it begins to hold a person accountable for their day-to-day.
This blog is set to detail the specific efforts of a crusade: a triumvirate of efforts (in the form of myself, my roommate Jona Bechtolt, and our shadow-lurking associate K. Michael Merrill) be they personal, professional, or artistic toward a common (albeit sinister) goal. in regular A.M. meetings over hot beverages (here on referred to as Let's Get Famous, or LGF), three men map the trajectory of a future. Meetings have been underway for some weeks now, and plans are well under way. In forthcoming entries I will do my best to chart these developments, and also collect the evidences of our meteoric rise to fame.
