The suits. I admire them. How they know what they're about. How untroubled they are by ideas (like politics, like values, even like family) that Get In The Way. I was there when the two retired financial men tried to answer the question: Why did you start (yet) another company? One guy fumbled around a while, trying to be funny, talking about answering the phone for his wife and listening to her personal trainer or someone from one of her environmental causes was too much for him. But in the end he admitted it: it was the Chase, that's why he was back. What's (a man) without The Chase?
So, I admire them. I think, how could I focus myself more on THE CHASE? What is it I'm actually chasing? Fame? Money? A New York Times review? Sales? A busy business (of art, of writing)?
Is there a "chase" that is about DOING the art more than the CHASE of getting "the world" to like/approve of your art. An internal chase, which for my suits is probably in the bullshit category. But is it? Is that what I am really chasing in myself? In the end, is the chase for the internal creative moment MORE COMPELLING than the chase for a deal well closed, a tidy profit, a back slap from your compatriots and admirers?
And who in the end is the judge? If you LET others judge you, then yes, you are the fool they see. The one who has not corralled the world, not created the OUTCOME DESIRED. A hobbyist, a dilettante, in essence (to these macho men) a "woman" (not a woman-woman but a failed man, a whole different kind of man, pussy, wimp...etc)
I thought it was 1950s ish and then (since I'm hooked on Mad Men) I even told my wife that
yeah, it sounded like Mad Men and then there it was on the episode (when they failed to get the American Airlines account) and they were sitting around dejected and Roger Sterling says to Don Draper, yeah but it's the chase, isn't it (something like that)...
Yeah, it's the chase.
