1) I went with Bess into the city to go to this crazy fundraiser/party/weird0 fest of performance artists/music artists/terrible artists (I would like to say, straight away, that this is in no way a dig at Bess, ya dig?). And so there we were, outside of this hole-in-the-wall Bulgarian bar (way cool, right? Yeah, if you like to either shoot up or get KNIFED without so much as a nod from the homeless guy across the street. Maybe it was the caution tape). Ok, it wasn't that bad (although apparently, I love parentheses, and now commas, too! I can't contain myself!). Bess and I gave it some time to breathe-- why not just let the woman wearing a one size too small corsette complete with homemade fortune cookie-carrying puppet arms be free to express herself? And that couple in the commencement gowns and clown noses? Go ahead! Run amok*! I'm a free spirit. Woooo! Then I slowly started to realize just how desperate these people were. Sure, I appreciate weirdness. In fact, I think weirdness is beautiful and I like to think I am fairly knowledgeable in the fields of experimental and conceptual art-- an avid supporter of self-expression and the freedom to create art wherever, whenever. I am not for an art that involves these so-called artists shoving their opinions in your face, like it's a fucking contest, or a way of saying "Look at me! Look at me! Aren't I avant-garde?!" Or think of it this way: high school all over again, except it's revenge of the outcasts. Conforming non-conformists. One day I hope to live in a world where people could truly care less about what others think, instead of just acting that way.
Sigh. I'm done, I swear.
*Spell check told me the correct spelling is amok, but it could also be spelled amuck, no? What do you think, dear reader?
2) Today's class was very insightful. My first reaction to the fact that we were going to read, together, that entire packet was not so pleasant. But after reading the first page, I thought there was no way it couldn't have been read aloud. It was very well written and well researched, without being pompous and "scholarly." Very real and honest. I am excited that these few weeks of the course will allow me to dust of the knowledge I gained from the Greek Archaeology course I took sophomore year. I did remember learning about kouros and kore and how pots and cups were so treasured and useful to the Greeks. Also, creating beautiful draped clothing transported me back to 1992 and the fabulous dress-up sessions I would partake in. Though it took me a dog's age to put mine together.
3) I think I have finally had a revelation about Mr. Tumnus. This person hsinqidd wpqfm ,o dsv, mlsv nwheks ldgks;flkl qp wjdmalsmd alfs ad;lg k;'sdgk;. HA! I have written it in code so that I am the only one who understands. Nice try.
Love,
Katie.
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haha, "Hey ladies, it's warmer over here."
ReplyDelete"I'm pretty sure it's not." ohhh Elizabeth train station and weird NYC party. Def one for the grandkids :)(viz. "When I was your age men would say 'pick-up lines' to women in hopes of attracting them at a deserted train station platform. . .")