And now I'm satisfied.
So the picture which you see on the left here is of a woman painting the gates - and a man who is taking a picture of her painting of the gates - and so I took a picture of someone taking a picture of someone painting the gates.
On the way to Central Park we ran into a very tired looking Teach for America type with a pretty rowdy group of 14 yr olds. She immediately came up to us and, upon finding out that we were college students, started telling us about the unbelievable benefits (karmic and otherwise) which would be ours if we, too, joined the well-meaning yet under-trained teacher brigade. Not convinced - there is no good fight I want to be fighting these days.
She wanted me, since I'm an art history student, to talk to her class about what was going on. I wanted no fucking part of that, so I just told her to ask the kids what they thought "art" was. Think about it - whatever level class you're in, no matter what, if someone brings that question up, well, then it's all over. When in doubt, just ask the most basic question possible and watch them all squirm.
I'm still not sure how I feel about the Gates. I mean, I bitch and moan about how overpublicized the thing is, and then I spend almost every inch of my blog talking about them, so who knows. It's an irresistable topic I suppose.
Anyway, walking through Central Park and realizing that absolutely everyone around you was arguing about art - that is so nice.
Pretty tantalizing bit from a review of "Constantine" in Slate:
"Tilda Swinton, as the angel Gabriel, seems to be doing a send-up of Emma Thompson in Angels in America. (At least, I hope she is.) And it's worth sticking around for the appearance of the certifiably strange Swede Peter Stormare as someone referred to as 'Lou.' He's like an Ingmar Bergman devil by way of Joel and Ethan Coen, a genuine hipster from hell."
Tomorrow I'm going hopefully be posting a list of the best flash animations of yesteryear. Sure, it's all well-worn territory, but, hell, when was the last time you watched Hyakugojuichi...or however the hell that word is spelled.
On the way to Central Park we ran into a very tired looking Teach for America type with a pretty rowdy group of 14 yr olds. She immediately came up to us and, upon finding out that we were college students, started telling us about the unbelievable benefits (karmic and otherwise) which would be ours if we, too, joined the well-meaning yet under-trained teacher brigade. Not convinced - there is no good fight I want to be fighting these days.
She wanted me, since I'm an art history student, to talk to her class about what was going on. I wanted no fucking part of that, so I just told her to ask the kids what they thought "art" was. Think about it - whatever level class you're in, no matter what, if someone brings that question up, well, then it's all over. When in doubt, just ask the most basic question possible and watch them all squirm.
I'm still not sure how I feel about the Gates. I mean, I bitch and moan about how overpublicized the thing is, and then I spend almost every inch of my blog talking about them, so who knows. It's an irresistable topic I suppose.
Anyway, walking through Central Park and realizing that absolutely everyone around you was arguing about art - that is so nice.
Pretty tantalizing bit from a review of "Constantine" in Slate:
"Tilda Swinton, as the angel Gabriel, seems to be doing a send-up of Emma Thompson in Angels in America. (At least, I hope she is.) And it's worth sticking around for the appearance of the certifiably strange Swede Peter Stormare as someone referred to as 'Lou.' He's like an Ingmar Bergman devil by way of Joel and Ethan Coen, a genuine hipster from hell."
Tomorrow I'm going hopefully be posting a list of the best flash animations of yesteryear. Sure, it's all well-worn territory, but, hell, when was the last time you watched Hyakugojuichi...or however the hell that word is spelled.
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