Another reason to dislike facebook. This one has blown me away and sent me searching for a zenlike "letting go of ego" kind of thing (that and starting to practice yoga again). Being ignored.
An old friend who recently joined facebook ignored me. Twice. This leads me to wonder about the pain it must be causing younger women. I did not see that coming. And I know now that I really do not want to be her friend if that is how mean she is. We do have 6 friends in common, including her boyfriend, making it even more uncomfortable.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
yesterday was a sun day
Marcello was tired and cranky. We decided that we could not go to the Bronx Zoo with our friends. Yet we were dying to get out on such a golden fall day.
We decided to go to the Guggenheim Museum to check out the Kandinsky show. Well, the art did not go over so well. Marcello liked the shapes and colors, even the texture. However, about the third bend in the Lloyd Wright building, he was pretty restless. So imagine our surprise when we saw children laying on the floor doing art. Horray.
Marcello did not take up any of the "suggestions" like a "white zig zag" or a "picnic" that we looked over quickly. He started to draw our building. A woman named Shannon started to ask him about his piece at some point. She said his piece reminded her of one of the prints called "into the dark" by Vasily K. So we went to discuss the piece on the wall and he was not too interested, although Shannon was right that M describes our basement as dark and stinky (such a hyperbole--it is where the garbage and recycling are).
So, in the middle of this conversation, he asked about their basement. She claimed that it is not accessible to patrons, just people who were there. This upset him, and he ran off. Down the spiral. After apologizing, I ran after Marcello yelling across the spiral "Stop!" So he is almost a floor down and his dad was only halfway down, when I found the stairs. I grabbed him, and we all continued down to find the cafe and then the bookroom. So I tried my best to engage him in a Picasso book. He was still grumbling about the basement. Along came a man to open a panel, and I grabbed the opportunity for Marcello to ask this guy a question about the basement.
Little did I know, this guy was an engineer. It all happened so easily. Marcello and I inquired, and the man said, "I can show you." We happily headed down. The luck! We saw the man's studio, computer, tools, and even ran into Shannon on our way out. It was the first time anyone had ever had such a tour! Shannon was headed into the art ed room. We waved and were ready to head out on this high note. Sorry, no photos--our digital camera died.
We decided to go to the Guggenheim Museum to check out the Kandinsky show. Well, the art did not go over so well. Marcello liked the shapes and colors, even the texture. However, about the third bend in the Lloyd Wright building, he was pretty restless. So imagine our surprise when we saw children laying on the floor doing art. Horray.
Marcello did not take up any of the "suggestions" like a "white zig zag" or a "picnic" that we looked over quickly. He started to draw our building. A woman named Shannon started to ask him about his piece at some point. She said his piece reminded her of one of the prints called "into the dark" by Vasily K. So we went to discuss the piece on the wall and he was not too interested, although Shannon was right that M describes our basement as dark and stinky (such a hyperbole--it is where the garbage and recycling are).
So, in the middle of this conversation, he asked about their basement. She claimed that it is not accessible to patrons, just people who were there. This upset him, and he ran off. Down the spiral. After apologizing, I ran after Marcello yelling across the spiral "Stop!" So he is almost a floor down and his dad was only halfway down, when I found the stairs. I grabbed him, and we all continued down to find the cafe and then the bookroom. So I tried my best to engage him in a Picasso book. He was still grumbling about the basement. Along came a man to open a panel, and I grabbed the opportunity for Marcello to ask this guy a question about the basement.
Little did I know, this guy was an engineer. It all happened so easily. Marcello and I inquired, and the man said, "I can show you." We happily headed down. The luck! We saw the man's studio, computer, tools, and even ran into Shannon on our way out. It was the first time anyone had ever had such a tour! Shannon was headed into the art ed room. We waved and were ready to head out on this high note. Sorry, no photos--our digital camera died.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I found this quote very similar to what I wrote in my reflection
I forget why I picked the word forged, but it was also used in this quote cited in the Ginsburg piece:
Maybe here the authors, Fry and Willis, are referring to the acceptance of Aboriginal art into high art galleries and international art shows. It is rather stunning--my husband saw a show in Utrecht and bought a book about it in San Francisco. Thus, the dominant culture can appropriate a local practice of painting with acrylics and remove it from the context. On the other hand, media such as radio or tv and video are made to be hotter, and they can target local audiences or pan-indigenous audiences in a distinct manner.
Making a new culture which knowingly embraces the future is a more viable form of cultural bricolage (by this we mean the making of a culture by a process of the selection and assembly of combined and recombined cultural forms). Resistance to ethnocide is not seen as trying simply to defend an existent cultural identity but the forging of a new one which rejects the models sought to be imposed. Radio, televison, and video have become significant media in this cultural strategy. And what is particularly significant is that these media break the circuit of producing products for circulation and consumption within the culture of dominance (as opposed to works of art). Aboriginal radio, video and TV producers are producing ideas and images that circulate in their own cultures.
Maybe here the authors, Fry and Willis, are referring to the acceptance of Aboriginal art into high art galleries and international art shows. It is rather stunning--my husband saw a show in Utrecht and bought a book about it in San Francisco. Thus, the dominant culture can appropriate a local practice of painting with acrylics and remove it from the context. On the other hand, media such as radio or tv and video are made to be hotter, and they can target local audiences or pan-indigenous audiences in a distinct manner.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
my eyes flew to the tv screen
I was having tea with two lovely women during a break from the conference on Saturday when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was an ad about 16 different ways that fake wood could be built into a bird house, little wooden figure, etc. Handy Manny has a new tool bench. . . .
Oh, and I just found out it cost $100! I'm more glad than ever that we do not have a tv. He also told me that he loves the store "Toys 4 Us"--and that was pretty funny, especially since we never go there.
We missed the special on Sunday night where he had a family reunion, and I felt weirdly guilty because I know what joy it would bring. I have a feeling that we'll hear about Manny's motorcycle trip somehow even if we didn't see the special.
Oh, and I just found out it cost $100! I'm more glad than ever that we do not have a tv. He also told me that he loves the store "Toys 4 Us"--and that was pretty funny, especially since we never go there.
We missed the special on Sunday night where he had a family reunion, and I felt weirdly guilty because I know what joy it would bring. I have a feeling that we'll hear about Manny's motorcycle trip somehow even if we didn't see the special.
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