Numbers, numbers, numbers. How and why does it always come back to numbers?
Value as set by some external system always comes down to numbers, because value in its strictest sense is a mathematical quality: more, or less?
Dictionary definitions of value, seven in all:
- relative worth, merit, or importance: the value of a college education; the value of a queen in chess.
- monetary or material worth, as in commerce or trade: This piece of land has greatly increased in value.
- the worth of something in terms of the amount of other things for which it can be exchanged or in terms of some medium of exchange.
- equivalent worth or return in money, material, services, etc.: to give value for value received.
- estimated or assigned worth; valuation: a painting with a current value of $500,000.
- denomination, as of a monetary issue or a postage stamp.
- mathematics; magnitude; quantity; number represented by a figure, symbol, or the like: the value of an angle; the value of x; the value of a sum. a point in the range of a function; a point in the range corresponding to a given point in the domain of a function: The value of 2 + 2 is 4.
In fact all of these definitions, even the first, come down to numbers, because the moment value is acknowledged to be relative, one thing to another (e.g., a queen to a rook), the question of scale enters into it, i.e., a queen is how many times more valuable than a rook, and so on.
Therefore, the moment we agree to participate in a system of external values, we become slave to numbers.
This current (repetition of) crisis is caused by two things; firstly, I started creating a Patreon campaign to solicit financial support for my creative activities, because I have no source of income and before long all my savings will be gone and I will be screwed. So needs must & the devil drives, and all that.
Secondly, because of this, I was tallying up my creative activity over the past two years and discovered that the activity at my blog—the numbers—has actually reduced this year, not increased.
This means that, whatever I am doing, it isn’t working at the most basic level, that of increasing my numerical value (and therefore the chances of supporting myself).
I feel all broken up about this. I could start screaming and never stop. The groundhog is staring full on at his shadow now and there is no Sun in sight.
The not-very-hilarious irony here is that, when I want to scream about this, as now, the people I am bitching and moaning to are the same people who have stuck by me, or at least are currently, so what’s to gain by griping about this to you/them? And if I had the attention of the people whose attention I am not getting, then I wouldn’t need to gripe at them, either.
An infinitely self-cancelling paradox. Something isn’t right about this picture, right?
But what is it?
Be practical be practical, be practical.
There’s a place where money grows on trees; the only way to reach it’s on your knees.
There is no Moon; there is no world; there is no other. The only number is one, and one = infinity.
The title of a book & film I made for my niece’s 18th birthday; it was a sheer pleasure to do something for an audience of one, guaranteed to reach and be received and appreciated by its target audience. It was an almost stress-free operation.
Of course, now I have made the video public I am counting the hits and the likes, because the only way not to is not to look, and who can resist the desire to look?
Shut up already!
Don’t ever be a culture-maker unless a) you have no choice; or b) you can honestly and truly do it only for the joy of being creative.
In the interests of being more practical, then, let me ask a question of my “loyal readers”: in your opinion, should I mount a Patreon campaign and ask you-the-people to support my activities?
If so why? If not, why (the fuck!) not?
No answer at all will of course be received as a negative.
And so the No’s will always win—and by an infinite hair.