Nixta Sinks

Geniuses at work seem to make a disconnect from the world they're in. Sometimes it's a lengthy conscious disconnect, like locking yourself in a room. Mostly the presentation disregards conformity (that's why there are private clubs for them to stay safe and unmolested in). Then again if you're merely pretending (or worse still, trying) to be a genius, you end up being an arsehole without meriting anything - see successful "actors", for whom presentation is everything, but in reality nothing without artistry. Most of them fancy themselves geniuses, but really are merely lucky, hard working and then rich.

It's like trying to find love. Give it up. Get on with what you do (even if it's waving your wang around in public) and it'll happen (even if it's via pen-letters in gaol).

Mostly, people label geniuses as "weird": Lautrec, Brando, Lagerfeld, HST, Isabella Blow, Warhol, Feynmann, Bowie, Burroughs. Einstein was such a profound genius that we've taken to his oddities - perhaps because he took the time to make them enjoyable to the world with humour whereas most just don't find that important enough. People now pretend Ziggy was never weird.

Anyone who tells me Stevie Wonder isn't weird is lying. It's a disconnect that he can't be blamed for making though, so you can't reasonably label him weird without feeling bad about it. He spends this video (thanks, Tomsk) in a trance. Of course, it's not odd for Stevie Wonder. He's acclimatised us to it. It is Stevie Wonder now. It would be singularly odd if he didn't go into this trance. His only concession to those around him is being dressed and not leaking bodily fluids, but his body is clearly of no relevance, so how can his appearance be? Nice. I wish we could all just shake out like this without being banned from our favourite restaurants and shops. Then again, I wish I could play the drums with only my feet (see 5:50ish), but for that I'd need a 3 foot long schlong for balance.

5:50 - proof of a third leg...

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