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Chuck Linart 4.0 is LIVE

This site hit the scene way back in 2006.  That’s right: 2026 represents the 20th anniversary of chucklinart.com!  I’m back for the fourth iteration.  The other three have been obliterated by bit-rot and carelessness.  You can still find some of the stuff on the Wayback Machine.  Unfortunately, a lot of the old multimedia files — music, pictures, and self-hosted videos — are gone with the wind.  Somebody probably downloaded copies, I suppose.  Lucky them.

Turned up to 11

This iteration will be different.  In previous versions of this blog/site, I played small ball, ever cognizant of the possible damage inflicted (or assistance rendered) to my reputation or career.

Those days are over.  My personal life is undergoing a major transformation; it truly feels as though I’m entering a new timeline or parallel universe.  In this universe, I am done shrinking myself to fit in rooms where I don’t even belong, done dimming my light because it causes demons to squint, done trying to make myself understood to people incapable of understanding me or — worse — hellbent on misunderstanding me even with adequate hardware, done turning myself down because lame, irrelevant people prefer elevator music.

What I am starting to see in this new timeline is that living authentically and fearlessly, speaking my truth, and aligning with kindred souls is the path to a new level of success I’ve not yet achieved, not that I’ve been “unsuccessful” in my life; I’m just entering a new timeline where “success” is defined in terms of beautiful experiences, peace of mind, mutually fulfilling relationships, good health (physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual) and, cheesy though it may sound, bliss/joy/happiness.

“Follow your bliss.”  I read those words from Joseph  Campbell so many years ago, and now, decades later, I understand them… deeply, ecstatically.

I am only now, after four-plus decades in this illusory realm, starting to see that time is all we have here and to waste one’s time on people, places, and things that don’t deserve it is the biggest tragedy.  This, for me, is the essence of “mindfulness”:  awareness that living your best life, doing the best possible thing in this moment defines success, not the other materialistic, soul-killing, time-wasting distraction they sell you like bootleg Gucci at the swap meet.  Hell, the bootleg stuff beats the real thing anyway in terms of coolness; it’s all made in China by slaves so why pay $1200 for a pair of sneakers you can get for 50 bucks on the street in Flushing, Queens?  To me, the fakes are way cooler.  At least with the fake shit you’re sticking it to the Man in a small way.  You have to know “the guy” to get the good fakes.  Fuck the Man.  Nobody knows the difference anyway.  If I’m gonna rock brand-name shit, you bet your ass it’s gonna be fake af and cooler than cool, and what tf is cooler than that?

Oh, ummm… right, unbranded authentic top-grade shit is cooler than cooler than cool, and that’s what I deliver.

There will be nothing fake about this next chapter.  We’re going hardcore “No Logo.”  Quality speaks for itself.   I fully expect the third act of my life to be to be the most productive and creative yet.  Hope you enjoyed intermission.  Take your seat to see the climax.  The resolution/denoument will probably come in chucklinart.com 6.0 or 7.0, but things are definitely coming to a head here in 4.0.  The curtain is coming up on a whole new act here, not just a scene.

This will be the best version of chucklinart.com yet.  I intend to top myself and keep topping myself until I draw my final breath.  I intend to inspire you to think, to dream, and to live life to its fullest in pursuit of those dreams.  Feel free to bookmark, and welcome back to all my fans from back in the day (especially those who pre-date chucklinart.com).  If you liked me back then, you’re gonna looooove me now!  I know I do, and there’s not a damn thing wrong with that.  ;-). How can you love anyone or anything if you can’t even love yourself, after all?

Peace,

Chuck