On a recent trip to the Prospect Park Zoo, I discovered a fantastic cow. a Dollstein, maybe? i know that’s not right, but this cow was tops. sooo soft, slightly less dumb looking than most cows i’ve met, and it slimed my hand oh so very much when i fed it.
I’m trying to get back into posting on a regular basis..we’ll see what happens. I have no real reason for why I stopped. I’m thinking a lot about gardening these days…so, get ready.
Or, realize we get old. Whatever you want to call it. Basically i stayed home because my joints are really doing crazy things that i dont understand.
Here are my 10 realizations (remainders to self) of the week:
1. McDonalds makes you dumb and fat.
2. Scotch is delicious.
3. When you do a Google Image Search for “scotch”, the first photo you get is of some dude ripping his anus open. It’s really not pleasant. Also, you get this photo:
4. Henry Rollins is possibly more endearing than one would think.
5. Watching The Night of the Hunter with a crowd (I’m talking about YOU, Williamsburg) that thinks cynicism is TOPS, is not the best place to watch this masterpiece. Give me a fucking break. You’ve got beautiful stylistic lighting and Robert Mitchum being a scary scary preacher-man. How could you ask for more? Stop laughing at everything that has changed since 1955!!!!!!!
6. I’m going to really really focus on getting a photography portfolio together….starting now.
Too bad I left my $8 lighting set-up on an MTA Bus.
7. I get really freaked out about global warming. Basically, i’m accepting that the world will probably end very very soon and i’m glad that i haven’t birthed any children….because, i’d feel bad for them.
Back in January, Sao Paolo enacted a city law that banned all outdoor advertising over a certain size. In the meantime, there have been a lot of signs taken down and nothing has yet gone up to replace them.
It seems so exciting to me that there is now all this space, that instead of being filled with advertising, there could now be public art. or just clean, quiet seeming space.
Publicity turns consumption into a substitute for democracy. The choice of what one eats (or wears or drives) takes the place of significant political choice. Publicity helps to mask and compensate for all that is undemocratic within society. And it also masks what is happening in the rest of the world.
lists, books, art — Annie Carrell on June 18, 2007 at 11:59 am
While I think the aesthetics of this building are fantastic (clean, using light in an interesting manner, books incorporated, possibly the exterior walls can go up or down depending on your preference), I can’t help but feel worried about the damage that the sunlight is going to do to those books. I mean, if you love your books and want them to be a part of the look of your house, shouldn’t you protect them? (via Coudal)
On a slightly unrelated note, whenever I buy a used book that’s inscribed from one person to another, I always wonder what could have possibly happened to make the book recipient give away the book. It always means so much to me when someone gives me a book, especially if there is a note attached. Here are the theories I feel could only be possible:
1. They died.
2. They went through such a messy heartbreaking divorce from the book-giver that they gave away everything that reminded them of this person…..even books (aghast)
Several years ago, Damien Pratt gave me birthday presents that were basically life changers. First off, there was Pat Benatar’s Best Shots, her Greatest Hits album. Really…it made me realize the magnificence of Pat Benatar, and that’s important.
Second, was In Color by Cheap Trick. This album contains one of my favorite songs, Southern Girls. I just feel you should give it a listen. That’s all i’m saying.
Oh and here are some links that might tickle your fancy(?):
This last one is about a month long, so you have no excuse missing some part of it. Mr. Fuller is famous for saying this: “Film is like a battleground. Love. Hate. Action. Violence. Death. In one word… emotion.”
I’m a fan of his films and if you haven’t seen any of them, you owe it to yourself to see at least one. In order to draw you in, I leave you the opening sequence to 1964’s The Naked Kiss
Today, my friend (and webmaster), Marlene pointed out this component of MIT’s website, the Open Courseware…it is seriously overwhelming.
You want to learn something? Who are you waiting for?
Also, as I earlier mentioned, I went down to Philly yesterday to go to Zoe Strauss’ I-95 Show. Wowski, guys! Wowski. I knew I was going to have a great time, because I’m really into her work. Plus, i was looking forward to getting a print of one of my favorite photos of hers (which i did!). However, the scale of the show was unreal. I will definitely be going down again next year, and who knows, I might actually say hello to Ms. Strauss like my friend’s dad (Mike Munley) did, instead of running away.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how feelings of excitement and anxiety basically run parallel for me and often feel like similar experiences. I think this was spawned when I found old notes that I had written after going to a bunch of gallery openings about how I can tell when I like a piece of art or music or really anything else. I realized that my primary reaction is a very visceral one, a feeling of terror, optimism, and anxiety (a weird mix, right?). It’s a feeling of this tightening and swelling in my chest that strangely enough, I really enjoy. I guess it’s what you call awe? I don’t know.
When thinking about how I can tell that i enjoy a piece of art, I also realized that I certainly haven’t figured out much of what I feel about it. However, i did find some interesting articles that ruminated a bit on what art is, what it is used for, the role of museums in promoting art and thinking….etc.
