Is the "Real World" nothing but a TV show? Also, I hate postmodernism.
I've spent the entire day, it seems, discussing the baby carriage in "Battleship Potemkin," so that may explain the mood I'm in.
Oh, that picture you see on the right is a shot from "Be Cool," the upcoming sequel to "Get Shorty." I can't say I'm terribly excited for it to come out, but there is something rather amazing about seeing The Rock in that outfit.
Things have been rather boring around here, so there isn't much to report.
Today had the following conversation with my film professor during seminar break:
Me: ...Well, my car got a flat tire and I realized that I had absolutely no clue how to fix it.
Prof: Yes, [laughs], those gaps in our knowledge...always very upsetting.
Me: They should have a class for this sort of thing - teach kids how to jack their cars, fix appliances, put out fires - it could be, like, a "real world skills" minor or something.
Prof: Ah, but there IS no real world.
Also, to add even more to the Gates mania, here is a particularly funny "reader's opinion" of the installation from The New York Times:
"But then, as evening spread over the park, the intense color began to take on a more appealing hue and a magical tableau of people, dogs and horses emerged, enhanced by the umbrella of bare winter trees and the many gates snaking through their thickets and pathways. Suddenly, the alarming orange of the day transmuted into an engaging saffron, that felt warm and intimate in the evening lamplight."
I feel bad ragging on this person, especially since I'm always bellyaching about how art shouldn't just be for the elite blah blah, but man, that is one annoying piece of writing right there. Sounds like they're about to launch into a short story about some disaffected teenager smoking cigarettes or musing about the meaning of life on the subway. Oh fiction writing classes of years past.
Oh, that picture you see on the right is a shot from "Be Cool," the upcoming sequel to "Get Shorty." I can't say I'm terribly excited for it to come out, but there is something rather amazing about seeing The Rock in that outfit.
Things have been rather boring around here, so there isn't much to report.
Today had the following conversation with my film professor during seminar break:
Me: ...Well, my car got a flat tire and I realized that I had absolutely no clue how to fix it.
Prof: Yes, [laughs], those gaps in our knowledge...always very upsetting.
Me: They should have a class for this sort of thing - teach kids how to jack their cars, fix appliances, put out fires - it could be, like, a "real world skills" minor or something.
Prof: Ah, but there IS no real world.
Also, to add even more to the Gates mania, here is a particularly funny "reader's opinion" of the installation from The New York Times:
"But then, as evening spread over the park, the intense color began to take on a more appealing hue and a magical tableau of people, dogs and horses emerged, enhanced by the umbrella of bare winter trees and the many gates snaking through their thickets and pathways. Suddenly, the alarming orange of the day transmuted into an engaging saffron, that felt warm and intimate in the evening lamplight."
I feel bad ragging on this person, especially since I'm always bellyaching about how art shouldn't just be for the elite blah blah, but man, that is one annoying piece of writing right there. Sounds like they're about to launch into a short story about some disaffected teenager smoking cigarettes or musing about the meaning of life on the subway. Oh fiction writing classes of years past.
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