I love the ladies first rule. It totally rocks. Not everyone enforces that rule, which is fine, but when they do, it's kind of nice. I suppose some men don't bother with chivalry anymore because it's further separating men from woman, so being chivalrous could be considered being sexist. I don't agree. I think it's very charming and it's just a guy trying to do a nice thing for a girl. I don't think it's degrading to woman in anyway, so why complain? Oh well.
I just saw the deleted ending to little shop of horrors. I've never seen the play so I never knew how the actual ending went. It's pretty damn depressing. I'm kind of glad they changed it. I mean, the whole damn movie is kind of depressing anyway so why do you need a sad ending? I always thought it was funny though, at the beginning of the movie, the three lady singers are dancing around all the poor people on skid row in fancy dresses. It's like they're mocking them. It's amusing. And Depressing! I mean, I enjoy a good sad story every now and then, as long as it's properly developed and has an intriguing story to it, but isn't the purpose of fiction to be able to write about whatever the hell you want? What makes people choose to write the most depressing story they can? I'm not exactly complaining but the world of fiction should be a place you can submerge yourself in to escape reality, not make you realize how much it sucks!
Surprisingly Disney is a famous perpetrator of this "Sadness" rule. Mufasa shouldn't have died damnit! Disney seems to be under the impression that someone close to you has to die in order for you to learn a vauluble lesson! Now I'm off to go watch Bambi to cheer me up...oh wait. Damn.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
High Fructose
Well, after a few headaches, 10,000 "Fucks" and about $15 worth of hot chocolate, I am finally registered for the spring semester. Since I had fewer credits than most sophomores, I had to registrar after them. At this school, credits mean everything. Another reason I had been running around like a maniac tomorrow is I began the process of applying to the Visual Arts Department. I was under the impression that I just fill out a form, check the "visual arts" box, and I'm in. But nothing can ever be that easy in college. As it turns out, I have to submit a portfolio of recent work, letter of recommendation, statement of purpose, and of course the sheet that defines us all, my transcript. "Well that's not too bad" I thought. That was before I realized the deadline is December 1st. Well damn. I'm crossing my fingers. From what I hear, the visual arts department is pretty competitive.
On a side note, I picked up an art and culture magazine, High Fructose, a delightful mind numbing acid trip.
I had bought it with the intention of using it for a Sociology project, but when I began reading it, I liked it too much to cut pages out of it. It features many modern artist, many of which blew me away. I figured I'd feature of few of my favorites here.
First up is Tom Haubrick.
From what I understand, he is a painter and a tattoo artist. He has an extremely distinguished style, and mostly works with gray tones. Some of his work is bizarre, but all of his work is aesthetically pleasing. There's one piece I particularly adore, which unfortunately I could not find, of a crowd of well dressed people in utter dismay. It reminds me of zombies which is probably why I like it. Anyway, Tom Haubrick, awesome artist. I definitely wouldn't mind having some of his work hanging on my wall.
The next artist I'd like to touch on is a really strange individual. Motohiko Odani is a sculpture from Kyoto, Japan. I had to read through the article written on him several times just to make sure I had read it correctly.
From what I gathered, Odani drew 1.4 liters of his own blood and collected drops into soap bubbles (How he did that is unclear). He then blew the bubbles aross a room using a fan and an audience watched as the bubbles burst and blood splattered onto a white canvas...or so the magazine tells me. It's not very descriptive. My absolute favorite piece by him is a sculpture called "Erecto" which features a fawn with his legs binded by metal braces. Odani is quoted in saying "Animals, machines and human beings co-mingle uncomfortably in an endless game of rochambeau. Except nobody's really sure who's the rock, paper or scissor." Do I really need to say anything? How awesome is that?
Last one. Stella Im Hultberg. A painter stationed in Brooklyn. She mainly paints anatomically incorrect women, making them very long and thin. Two things that really intrest me about her is first, she is a self taught painter. There are many self taught artists out there, but it never ceases to amaze me. The next is the medium she uses. Her MO seems to be ink on tea stained paper. It has a very beautiful effect. And if that's not convincing enough, check it.
She does a kick ass portrait of Marla fucking Singer. Awesome. I'd tip my hat to you Ms. Hultberg, but I haven't got a hat. Look her up to see more of her work. It's so worth it.
Anyway, that's my little rant/review of the happenings of my week. As of now, I'm really looking forward to the next issue of High Fructose. It features many artist, I only picked out my favorite three. Check it out!
On a side note, I picked up an art and culture magazine, High Fructose, a delightful mind numbing acid trip.
I had bought it with the intention of using it for a Sociology project, but when I began reading it, I liked it too much to cut pages out of it. It features many modern artist, many of which blew me away. I figured I'd feature of few of my favorites here.First up is Tom Haubrick.
From what I understand, he is a painter and a tattoo artist. He has an extremely distinguished style, and mostly works with gray tones. Some of his work is bizarre, but all of his work is aesthetically pleasing. There's one piece I particularly adore, which unfortunately I could not find, of a crowd of well dressed people in utter dismay. It reminds me of zombies which is probably why I like it. Anyway, Tom Haubrick, awesome artist. I definitely wouldn't mind having some of his work hanging on my wall.
The next artist I'd like to touch on is a really strange individual. Motohiko Odani is a sculpture from Kyoto, Japan. I had to read through the article written on him several times just to make sure I had read it correctly.
From what I gathered, Odani drew 1.4 liters of his own blood and collected drops into soap bubbles (How he did that is unclear). He then blew the bubbles aross a room using a fan and an audience watched as the bubbles burst and blood splattered onto a white canvas...or so the magazine tells me. It's not very descriptive. My absolute favorite piece by him is a sculpture called "Erecto" which features a fawn with his legs binded by metal braces. Odani is quoted in saying "Animals, machines and human beings co-mingle uncomfortably in an endless game of rochambeau. Except nobody's really sure who's the rock, paper or scissor." Do I really need to say anything? How awesome is that?Last one. Stella Im Hultberg. A painter stationed in Brooklyn. She mainly paints anatomically incorrect women, making them very long and thin. Two things that really intrest me about her is first, she is a self taught painter. There are many self taught artists out there, but it never ceases to amaze me. The next is the medium she uses. Her MO seems to be ink on tea stained paper. It has a very beautiful effect. And if that's not convincing enough, check it.
She does a kick ass portrait of Marla fucking Singer. Awesome. I'd tip my hat to you Ms. Hultberg, but I haven't got a hat. Look her up to see more of her work. It's so worth it.Anyway, that's my little rant/review of the happenings of my week. As of now, I'm really looking forward to the next issue of High Fructose. It features many artist, I only picked out my favorite three. Check it out!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Why college makes you want to kill yourself.
"College is the best four years of your life"
...LIES.
It should be, "College is the four years that make you realize how awesome high school was and how sucky being a responsible adult is." That's right. I'm kickin off a brand new blog with a bitchy whiny entry. For this week at Suny Purchase...is registration week. Fuck. It sends shivers down my spine. It sometimes seems that those assholes in administration are going out of thier way to make things more difficult for students. Seriously, why is it so fucking difficult?! In order to even start making my schedule, I need to get like 5 different access codes from 3 different proffessors, I need to get some crap signed by my advisor and a dean, then I have to fight with about 3,000 other students for all the good classes before they fill up. Damn. As of now, I'm waiting for my advisor to get his ass back in his office so he can sign some shit for me. So I figures, why not vent?
Jeff Duhnam sucks.
The only thing keeping me sane at the moment is my daily dose of hot chocolate. It's so warm and delicious. The only problem is that I usually drink it too fast and then I get sad because it's gone. Only 12 more days until Thanksgiving break. It can't come soon enough.
...LIES.
It should be, "College is the four years that make you realize how awesome high school was and how sucky being a responsible adult is." That's right. I'm kickin off a brand new blog with a bitchy whiny entry. For this week at Suny Purchase...is registration week. Fuck. It sends shivers down my spine. It sometimes seems that those assholes in administration are going out of thier way to make things more difficult for students. Seriously, why is it so fucking difficult?! In order to even start making my schedule, I need to get like 5 different access codes from 3 different proffessors, I need to get some crap signed by my advisor and a dean, then I have to fight with about 3,000 other students for all the good classes before they fill up. Damn. As of now, I'm waiting for my advisor to get his ass back in his office so he can sign some shit for me. So I figures, why not vent?
Jeff Duhnam sucks.
The only thing keeping me sane at the moment is my daily dose of hot chocolate. It's so warm and delicious. The only problem is that I usually drink it too fast and then I get sad because it's gone. Only 12 more days until Thanksgiving break. It can't come soon enough.
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