My Bic Boy Philosophy
Eddie O’s “Bic Boy” Philosophy of life
I have always been drawn to logos , product fonts, universal images and such. Pedestrian street signs, subway evacuation instructions, basic illustrations in church missalettes etc. I think alot of this has to do with the fact that I didn’t get my first proper eye exam, followed by glasses, until I was in the sixth grade. Maybe I look at things harshly now because I literally looked at things too hard then in the all important formative years. Much like a budding douche I basically grew up to be a prick.
The Bic Boy always fascinated me as far as logos go as to pure simplicity. Its a ball point headed schoolboy with his pen behind him. Prepared. Mustered almost. At the ready. But he also has an attitude to him in his stance. Held back, chilled, alert and prepared. A posture of singularity that I always loved.
I grew up in a family that was so emotionally disastrous Its amazing I am around at all, never mind around to share, or even try to in my little blog pieces that are almost masturbatory the more I think about them. Kind of like drawing cartoons that only turn me on or I get to see at all. Doodling in class because you have no interest in the subject. That pretty much sums up my social life and tendency toward one.
I truly dislike people. I’m not anti-social at all though. I’m actually a very nice man. The negativity that I have about things I tend to only show in my little blog rants or odd cartoons. I just keep to myself. Much like the Bic Boy. I like people. People like me. I just have alot going on in my head and mind my ink. As a logo goes, The Bic Boy is perfection, like a pedestrian road crossing. I might have alot on my mind, or nothing but I am prepared and happy to be alone. The pedestrian road sign serves its purpose in the same way but sells nothing. Its there because people are common and idiots. The Bic Boy is there because he sells pens but doesn’t really give a shit what you do with them. He has his. And he is keeping it away from you at the same time. Why? because he can and people suck. People steal pens. He has his and gets paid either way.
There’s an old jewish saying that I always liked that goes something like “nothing will disappoint you more in life than people, but never stop being a human being”. I think that captures me pretty well. A car might break down but it won’t steal from you or fuck your wife. That sort of thing.
Another favorite saying I found one in the basement of a theological seminary, in a book called “the salt cellars” is “the arrow that flies forever is the one that has hit its mark” unknown, native american. This old book had some drum of salt on the cover and some subtitle that read something like “proverbs and sayings that are simple, short and sensible”.
I think every relationship I ever had with a woman has been ruined by my mistrust of her and quietly judging her by who she choose to give herself to prior to me. If thats not toxic or salty I don’t know what is. I have a self loathing that makes me impossible to have love in my life. If not a loathing then an insecurity that keeps me singular more than single. Single to me is an assumption. Singularity was a dream that it took me years to attain.
I always felt like I was some glorified orphan or genuine bastard. A remnant among woven rugs. My investigation into why I felt that way proved true and that set me free more than contained or ruined me. There’s a relief that comes to your soul when you felt some bad line in it that you could never trace. When clarification comes to the ball point head that is yourself, well then its smooth sailing from then on.
So thats why I like the Bic Boy. Self contained. Easily identified and recognized. Thats all you want in a logo. People know what the fuck it is and either want it or not. As a writer and a bastard I get paid either way. I don’t give you shit what you write or draw with. I know who the fuck I am, and so do you. I mind my head and what’s inside me. No use crying over spilled ink.
EjcO
11/28/11
