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From my inbox

I got this in my email yesterday from the kid I mentor. A few days early but nonetheless I think I squee’d for a solid 5 minutes when I first saw it. He told me he was going to draw a picture of me for my birthday but I didn’t realize he was going to [...]

The ugly duckling was my unauthorized biography

I accidentally joined a synchronized swimming class when I was 10 or 11 and this was pretty much what I looked like (except my chest wasn’t that hairy back then).
I have to say, that was one of the most harrowing experiences of my life. It was basically a lesson in choreographed drowning. And those stupid [...]

Saturday Night (Redux)

What’s another word for beyond surreal? Because that’s what Saturday night was. Check it out:

Those were Aspara-Guys. Well, that’s what I call them anyways. They performed a ballet(?) to a rendition of Das Kapital dressed as everybody’s favorite vegetable that makes their pee smell funny. There are no words [...]

Canadian Beauty

Watch here.
**UPDATE: Ok, so this turned out to be more obscure than I thought it would be. Oops.
My friend and I were walking down the street yesterday and chanced upon this crazy swirling snow wind tunnel so we filmed it. With our cellphones. It was very art-school angst a la [...]

Aiming For Levity

I understand the posts from the past couple of weeks have been rather dark and I do apologize for that. Thanks for coming by anyways even though I’ve been such a Debbie Downer. My new dosage seems to finally be kicking in, or maybe it’s this new plan we’re trying to get me [...]

At Second Glance

Remember this Kiefer painting I mentioned a couple of months ago? I went back for another look today just to see what effect, if any, it would have on me now that my world is no longer as grim as it was then.
The last time I saw it, it was the darkness [...]

cold comfort

This evening, I had the pleasure of attending the Anselm Kiefer opening at the Contemporary Art Musuem here. While we were lining up to enter the exhibit, I started mental-blogging and was going to write about all the stuff I learned today; things like how my mother has a wicked sense of humor or [...]