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A long-running personal blog shared by two authors with completely different approaches to life. And a lot of large, beautiful photographs of dogs and nature and places we've traveled to. Rich in commentary and irreverant in style. 

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We started blogging a long time ago. Our work hours never aligned with recommended psychotherapists and we needed to get our thoughts out. We are great friends, total opposites and long-time housemates. This was a way to communicate. With each other. With strangers. With consumer marketers. With sub-par meteorologists. With distant friends who wanted to see pictures of stuff we were up to.

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(We realize that most of you are here for the dog pictures.)

Art no really...

Healey

 

ai weiwei: sunflower seeds at the tate modernNow everybody loves art, right. Well those who count do - so to hell with the rest of them. I love art. And I have spent my entire life being asked to explain it to people people because they stupidly presumed that since I had 400 more class hours on it than them  - that I would have gotten the secret decoder bracelet for modern art - or understand paper mache or couture fashion. I don't. Honestly what I like about those things, is their ability to completely unnerve people. It turns them into angry pitchfork wielding rioters. And that has entertainment value to me.

"Why is that woman wearing a dog collar and why is it $8,000?????"

"Why should I look at a Jesus sculpture made out of poo????"

"A white wall with a blue pen line down it is NOT ART"

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See how fun it is to watch them hate the world without specific dictations on thought? Right and wrong. Pretty and ugly. It just makes me want a chair and drink with a good view of the spectacle.

I digress. I was just reading a note from a friend of mine about an exhibit at the Tate Museum. My friend is the type who takes art a bit too seriously - I have also seen him try to introduce a political discussion with relatively new friends over dinner, too. <blink> possibly he is an ass hole. So he sends me a link to this exhibit... and I am kind of baffled by it. By it's enormity, I suppose. I mean I remember the scale of installation like the orange gates in NYC, and the guy that covered entire hotels in Vegas with (ironically) paper sheeting... but this Tate piece.. well it introduces a volume that I am not entirely comfortable with. It just keeps crawling back to the front of my thought process.

When I first looked at the pictures I was like "ohh neat".

  • Bet it feels good on your feet.
  • Wonder what that room smells like in the height of the days sun?
  • How many brooms did the museum get with the installation.
  • How many bugs are new residents of New York by being moved with the installation?
  • How many seeds ARE there?

But then I saw that these are not real seeds. This is not just a callous rape of agriculture. This is like a serial killer dancing with nature. The seeds are porcelain. Each one is sculpted out of a natural resource and then painted BY HAND with a pigment stolen from another part of nature. <blink> WTF? The more I look at these pictures - the more I am disturbed. How long did it take how many people to create these how many sculptures of inconsequential mockeries of growth? Is there a small Chinese village somewhere looking for it's sanity back? In dire need of a chiropractor and a firm mattress. Maybe relief workers should air drop prosac and carpel tunnel wrist supports. For christ's sake - don't land there! The people must be mad as hell. Maybe drop the artist in there...

What the HELL are they going to do with these seeds once the piece is run it's course? You just KNOW that someone is ging to have to fill boxes with this shit and send it somewhere else. Can you imaging the shipping charge alone?

Still love art.