Do you watch television?

This is a question that alot of people lie about. I personally wish that I could say i didn't, but I do. I watch TV most weeknights from 2-4 in the morning. I havent always. When i was in Undergraduate I PAwned my TV and used the money to buy Fugazi instrument, only to realize i had no tv to watch it on...

Either way, my favorite part of TV is the commercials. Every so often there is something admirable but usually I cannot believe that there are people who spend money on this crap. lets see whats on tonight

I used to bag on the axe perfume or cologne whatever. Advertizing to losers like me by showing skinny kinda average joe with hordes of women throwing themselves at him because of his artificial smell.

Brilliant yes, but not as good as their new campaign, which promises to wash away the sins of sleeping with questionable people, which i think happens a lot more than the former scenario. Thats the way things usually go for me, but i have never used the axe products.

Hydroxy cut, pills to lose weight. Bullshit. if you want to lose weight, Mr rollins had it nailed with the 7 word diet Eat less, Eat better, Move your body.

Ok, so next Diamonds Fuck diamonds. Period. Through politiacal pressure and tactics which border on slavery or genocide a few wealthy families have pumped money out of impoverished nations in africa, by convincing materialistic goons in the us and europe that a not that uncommon or rare stone is the official symbol of love. trust me dude if she won't go down on you before the diamond, it probably wont make a difference.

And lastly a girl trying on clothes and listening to black eyed peas song "My humps" what a shitty song. fergie ruined the black eyed peas. Followed by one with a hockey team that gets psyched by listening to yellowcard. What kind of limp dick hockey team gets psyched listening to a whiny violin "punk" complaining about heartbreak. what kind of hockey team listens to yellow card at all ? I bet the kind that gets thier asses kicked by the team that plays slayer in thier locker room.

and with that I am out, Sorry for the errors,i am too tired to proofread or even spellcheck this post, go ahead and leave corrections in the comments.

Everybody should DADA

So the review for the Dada exhibit at the national gallery. I have been down to see the show twice now, once during the week, and once on a Sunday. If I can make a recommendation, please go during the week, time permitting. This exhibit is very educational, with a mass of information coming to you in all media, about the artists, the scene, the works, the materials, everything. There is a paragraph about each individual piece!

Now I am not one to complain about having to read things, quite the opposite, in fact. The show is setup more as a museum exhibit than it is in a traditional art gallery style. The show takes a controversial movement in art, politics, and history, and demystifies it for the viewers. For example, explaining what sound poems were, and their meaning, as opposed to just playing what might sound like unintelligible babble through a sound room to a lot of confused tourists.

The only drawback to this style of exhibit, is that as in the museums, most of the pieces are re-enactments of the originals. Which holds a certain amount of irony to have recreations of "readymade" sculptures.

The target demographic for this show is still tourists, so it is packed on weekends, and there is a lot of cheesy crap for sale at the gallery (see previous post), so prepare yourself for that. Other than that, the work is not only well put together (as a show) and very well represents the time period and movement, but also informative and entertaining.

Everyone can DADA!

So, Dada is in town. The national gallery is hosting a Dada exhibit, more on that later this week.

But any who, If you don't know, Dada was a movement around the time of and in reaction to World war one. I never know for sure if I love the dadas or hate them, on one hand they did open a whole new can of worms in the art world, making it ok to use new materials, and mediums, focusing more importance on concept, and Idea than the process of art making. On the other hand they opened a whole new can of worms in the art world, making it ok to use new materials, and mediums, focusing more importance on concept, and Idea than the process of art making.

One thing is for certain seeing this exhibit, the Dada loved themselves. Their work even has the word Dada appearing in paintings, sculpture, collage, everything. They must have been stoked about their movement I guess.

Any way here is the interesting part. The title of one of the first Dada exhibits was "everyone can Dada!" and the national gallery has totally capitalized on this. It is awesome the merchandise you can buy there. My personal favorites were the DADA refrigerator poetry set, The "make your own Dada art kit" and the crowning glory the "punkrock style bottlecap 'everyone can Dada' belt with seatbelt buckle". How about that for readymade Mr Duchamp?

these Items are awesome. They bring all the emotion, despair and confusion out of a recovering warzone filled with propaganda and package it down into a fun rainy day kit.

Kit comes complete with authentic replica newspaper clippings, glue and paper.

poetry blocks are the same as the other poetry blocks except they have a cool new/antique block print font on them. Take that establishment! We will now turn your words against you! May all who see my fridge know that I am raging against the machine! And all From the comfort of my apartment/office/cubicle/moonbeam/



look this could go on for days and I have lost my point and nobody really reads this crap anyway.

Me vs the culturally astute

Last night I spent the whole night in my studio, working and drinking and listening to my friend play air guitar along to some jam band. You might not think that one could hear someone play air guitar, or even that an air guitar made any noise, but Petes does, it goes Weooww-weo-weoow-neener-enat-neeow. and the more we drink, the louder it gets

Speaking of air guitar, lets revisit the last post. I didn't really like that show that much. To me everything was boring, except for the air guitar, and the CVS record. The rest of the show shows very little creativity or talent. It kind of looks like these Corcoran students just pitched the idea to the gallery and the gallery said ok.

But, to be fair, It is not really my style of art.

One of the things that irked (sp) me the most about this show was that the press release describes these artists as culturally astute. This cannot be an accurate description.

For the longest time, art has been a high class, wealthy, white collar pastime, mostly because it was/is expensive to make, and therefore was expensive to own.

Now in the new age of technology we have a set of "new media" DVDs, projection, internet, sound, electronics. This is your chance video artists! Make work, reproduce it and sell it affordably to the public! Reach the masses, save the art world from itself.

But no, that wont ever happen. We are too arrogant to sell a DVD of our work for less than 800 dollars. Usually 1000.

Why doesn't the public support art you ask? Maybe because they aren't as culturally astute as the artists. This is making my head hurt it just seems so ridiculous

Whippersnappers

The Conner Contemporary ( http://www.connercontemporary.com/ ) is Hosting Whippersnappers, who in their own words are "young, Bright, culturally astute artists who, in our opinion, rock."
These "rockstars" (Fatima Hoang, Michael Magnan, Maki Maruyama, Annie Schap, Zach Storm, Matthew Sutton) provide a curious assortment of unconventional contemporary pieces, from collage to conceptual. Highlights for me included, Fatima Hoangs video pieces of Air guitar edited to fit songs by artists Guns and roses, Creed, and Jay-Z, and to a lesser extent, 'ASPHYNCTERSAYSMEOW' , Video by Annie Schap. I am not sure what the Cultural theme this exhibit was, but none of the pieces had a solid common bond, (with the exception of Corcoran school of art and design Degrees) other than irony. Remember when people said that 9/11 was going to be the death of irony? It wasn't, but that is irrelevant. Zach Storm and his imaginary book covers, really scream out,"Irony is in fact not dead! If These Books were real, and not made up, It would be alive and thriving in print! Long Live Wes Anderson! Long live Magic Markers! Also the Inventory of CVS recalled from memory, by Matthew Sutton is impressive in its very existence.

In summary, the show is genuinely funny at times, and tragically sad at the same time, lukewarm overall, but still a good way to spend an hour if you are in the District.

What sound does a color make.

From Jan 27 through May 7 2006 The travelling exhibition "What Sound does a Color Make" Will be on the campus of UMBC in the Center for Arts and visual culture. The Exhibition features mostly video installation, focuing on the concept of synthesia, the idea of one sense stimulating another and vice versa in a cycle.

Self-Portrait of Paul (DeMarinis), by Jim Cambell, is my pick of the show, which recycles, amplifies, transforms and records sound through a system of LED lights. Other works range from interactive video which Tracks movement, recycles The information and presents it to the observer visually and audibly (Bondage, Atau Tanaka), to the standard dark room, projection/monitor and sound effects environmental installation. Rounding things out were a few older pieces, Full circle (formerly ring modulation), and Beatles Electroniques, which dispite thier age were some of my favorites.

For the most part, this show delivers what it promises, as all of the work blends and makes you aware of the connections between the senses. It also stands firm as a cohesive body of work.

What sound does a color make.

From Jan 27 through May 7 2006 The travelling exhibition "What Sound does a Color Make" Will be on the campus of UMBC in the Center for Arts and visual culture. The Exhibition features mostly video installation, focuing on the concept of synthesia, the idea of one sense stimulating another and vice versa in a cycle.

Self-Portrait of Paul (DeMarinis), by Jim Cambell, is my pick of the show, which recycles, amplifies, transforms and records sound through a system of LED lights. Other works range from interactive video which Tracks movement, recycles The information and presents it to the observer visually and audibly (Bondage, Atau Tanaka), to the standard dark room, projection/monitor and sound effects environmental installation. Rounding things out were a few older pieces, Full circle (formerly ring modulation), and Beatles Electroniques, which dispite thier age were some of my favorites.

For the most part, this show delivers what it promises, as all of the work blends and makes you aware of the connections between the senses. It also stands firm as a cohesive body of work.

Super Bowl, bowl cuts, super cuts

The Goodyear blimp is gone. But I think Budweiser might be stepping up to fill the shoes. The superbowl an incredible marketing scheme. People tune in just for the commercials... That is even a Scene worthy excuse for watching the game in some circles. It even has advertisements for itself. It is near 6 hours of A over romanticizing a garish sport (comparing it to chess, or art) and cleverly separating you from your money. At the end the coach was crying over the trophy. The last time I cried over a trophy I was no older than six. The last time I cried over something stupid was a haircut when I was around twelve. I had been trying to grow it out long like Kurt Kobain, but My mom made me go to the super cuts. I sat in the chair and cried like a chickenshit as the hairdresser lopped off my sweet sweet bowl cut. She thought that something was wrong with me. That week I shaved my head as a result of a bet and realized that bowl cuts were nowhere near as cool as I thought they were.

Reception food

I have spent the last week eating tiny turkey sandwiches for breakfast lunch and dinner. It has been great eating three meals a day. I keep taking the leftovers from funeral receptions. I have been to two different funerals this week. One was for my grandmother, the other was a family friend who shot himself in the face. The funerals are weird because it has been the same group of family and friends at both functions, people that I haven't seen in a long time, and had a lot to catch up on and people that I see all the time and have nothing to talk about with. I made some plans to hang out with them outside of graveyards and funeral parlors. The presence of death hardly affected me, I didn't cry, which surprises me, because I am usually a baby about these things. Although, when my grandmother died I was thinking about how a person has no control over his own mortality. Then Johnny shot himself. Perhaps we have more control than we need.

Business casual

I have never had a real job, in the sense that I have never had to put on a tie and shirt for work and nice pants and the whole getup. I don't know my way around the office. I have been temping for an office this past week. I hope that my job never becomes filing crap and getting lunch for everyone. Not that it is difficult work, it is quite easy, but monotonous and eventually worthless. After I filed a huge stack of papers incorrectly the boss said that it wasn't a bug deal, that the permanent staff would just have to fix it as they go. ( why file it in the first place then?) The people there are great, people in bands, people with kids, vegetarians, artists, not the white collar robots I had imagined. Friday was my last day and I thought that this post would be longer, but I spent the last couple of days recovering from a weekend drunk.

I heard a guy getting his heart broken tonight. I went to get a beer from the fridge and heard yelling in the parking lot of my apartment. i thought that people were fighting. I looked out the window. there was a man yelling into his phone about hating someone on the other line. he hung up. he was weeping. I lit up my last cigarette ( i am trying to quit for new years) and smoked out the window. the argument continued on the radio. the details were irrelevant. girl meets boy, boy loves girl, girl cheats on boy. boy gets crushed, boy cries on BMW. i felt a disparity, seeing someone so miserable, yet having nice material possessions. I am unsure as to whether to feel depressed or not. money may buy happiness, but it doesnt guarantee anything. he sounded awful. i cheated on a girl once. i felt awful, it was way worse than any time i got cheated on by girls. the girl sounded miserable. worse than the guy in the lot with the bmw. i wonder who hurt the most. one with a clean slate and a broken heart or the one with the guilty conscience and a broken heart. i have my suspicions. its been a little over 30 mins since my last cigarette and i am dying for another.

The first post

Good after noon. its now one o clock and i have yet to get out of bed. i am not terribly hung over, but i probably should be. lucky me. any way, i probably should inform you if you dont know about me at all. i am a mid twenties male middle class and white. probably the most boring motherfucker that you know... but thanks to the internet, now even a shmuck like me can have a soapbox. I am a sculptor from MD. I ll post some photos later. well lets wait to see what happens. I am sure i will tell you somethings sometimes.