Posts tagged art
Putting on the Hits
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There was a show that started in 1984, when I was my daughter's age, called Puttin' On the Hits. I still remember when Alan Fawcett would announce how many points had been given for originality, appearance and lip synch. 

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llt7h8lc5iA] 

Yes, in the eighties we didn't even require actual singing talent on our competition shows. 


My daughter made us watch the premiere of The Voice last night. I actually looked up the bios of some of the singers and was surprised to see how hard they had already worked, how far they had already come, but they still needed help to break out of their echo chambers. It seems insane to me that someone who can sing that well was still relatively unknown until last night. Which then made me think how much talent there is floating around in the world and how with each year more babies are born and more technology is created to make creating and sharing easier and easier and easier until there is so much of it I wonder how anyone will ever find my voice in the heap. And how will I find yours?


As I was watching The Voice, I remembered Puttin' on the Hits and thought about how much higher the bar is now for talent shows. Then I thought about the Olympics and how someone, maybe Bob Costas, said years and years ago full seconds separated the gold, silver and bronze medalist bobsled times and now hundredths of a second decide who the world will celebrate.

Hundredths of a second. 


As the opportunities to create and speed up and achieve increase exponentially, so does the competition. Sometimes I have to remind myself of that as I evaluate my own appearance, originality and lip synch. There is so much talent in the world, so many stories, all increasing exponentially by the minute.

The Great Unwashed
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Every weekday morning that I manage to make it through my email before noon, I do a thing on Twitter/Facebook that I call #morningstumble. Basically I go to StumbleUpon and hit the button until I find something that makes me smile or makes me think, then I share it with that hashtag. It's one way of ensuring I'm not talking about my damn self all the time.

However, it often exposes my dirty little secret: there are huge swaths of culture that in my thirty-eight years I have missed. This morning, I tweeted this picture with the caption "I have no idea what is going on here, but the cats look pissed."

I happened to be on a conference call with my co-workers when I tweeted it, and no sooner had my fingers left the keyboard (I am not kidding, it was that fast), Stacy said, "Oh, Rita, you're JOKING! Right? RIGHT? You know what that picture is that you just tweeted?"

(crickets)

I could hear the panic creeping into her voice, something akin to when one sees one's friend drop ice cubes into a wine glass in front of their connoisseur other friend.

At this point, I realized it was something important I should know but clearly did not, so I just sat there to make it all worse. Sometimes when you're busted, you just have to own it.

"RITA! YOU KNOW THAT'S A VERY FAMOUS SELF-PORTRAIT BY SALVADOR DALI!"

Nope! And I just proved it very publicly!

I think it worried her more than it did me, because I'm currently in grips of an ongoing anxiety attack about something else, which I'm sure will pass in a few weeks. The fact that all I saw when I looked at that picture were some wet fucking cats should probably be more horrifying than it is.

And I actually felt comforted by the fact that though Stacy was taken aback by my unwashedness, she loves me enough to click on my links. REFRAMING! Look at me go!

 

The Ability to Still See Beauty
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Today the Strangers in my Inbox brought me this video. I was struck by how this photographer worries he'll get too jaded to see the beauty walking by him on the street. My dad told me once anything is interesting if you know the details, and my writing professor told me the whole subject is here: (                          ), but your article is here: ().

Art is in the details, but getting down to the details takes quite a bit of time, and there are always things buzzing around my head trying to distract me. This next week I'm going to take a blog hiatus and focus on the details.

Happy American Thanksgiving to all of you and yours, and I'll see you again on November 26.

 

Sarcophagus for Bears

I'm told I should start a Tumblr blog for these pictures. I'm too lazy to do that, so I'm creating a new category: Scenes I Walked in On. I'll try to go back and find all the others and tag them so they're in one place. I can't bear the thought of tracking more than one blog.

A few days ago, I walked into the living room after the little angel had gone to school and found this.

Loveseat
It reminded me of some horrible movie I saw in the eighties in which all the people were wrapped up by giant bees or spiders or something. With more than a little trepidation, I lifted the blanket.

And then I saw this.

Sarcophogusbears

So I did what any logical person would do. I tweeted the Nelson Atkins museum. We were just there. Looking at mummies.

Which is funny, because I always feel so dumb at art museums. While talking to the front desk folks, I forgot the word "sarcophagus." Then I got into an extended discussion  with a docent about a pieta in which I screwed up art terminology. I thought a pieta was any piece of art depicting Mary and baby Jesus. It's so not. It's Mary and dead Jesus, which is really much sadder than Mary and baby Jesus.

But he'd never heard of it either way, so I guess there's that.

Then the little angel asked me if it was okay to think art showing Jesus was really ugly, and I told her I thought the real Jesus would not be upset if she didn't like art created before people discovered foreshortening. She was extremely relieved. I actually remember having the exact same question about her age. They should really go through these things in church.

Lo and behold, the museum tweeted me back!

 

So then, just as I'm securing funding to send my little art genius off on her future career, I learned the truth. When she got home from school, I asked the little angel what up with the bears.

"Oh," she said. "They're sleeping. The light hurts their eyes."

Damn.

Let's Look At Some Beautiful Things
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(This thing? Goes into the Chateau Travolta Banish the Linoleum Fund. Ooh-rah, VTech. Plus I like their phones. Actual post is below this big box.)

 

 

I don't know if you do Twitter or Facebook, but if you are friends with me there, or read my tweets or status updates, you know that I like to spend a few minutes a few mornings a week on StumbleUpon. StumbleUpon is a site where people tag cool or funny or beautiful things and you just hit the button like a rodent and it rewards you with something interesting to look at that's been crowd-sourced by the masses. You hit a button to say like or dislike, and it finds you stuff closer to what you like the next time.

I use it as a mood enhancer. Totally Pavlovian, right?

I like to look for beautiful or cool or funny things in the morning to start my day off better. I do this BEFORE I look at news headlines, because -- as evidenced by my post yesterday -- they tend to be complete downers.

Here are my favorite stumbles from the last month or so:

2011 National Geographic Photo Contest

What I can only assume is a monastery on top of a cliff

Awesome paper roll collages

Art made out of words

If you see beautiful things in your travels online, please tag the #morningstumble so we can all enjoy. There's enough ugly out there already.

 

 

I'm Really Writing This Post to Explain Pinterest to My Mother
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No, not really. I'm writing this because I'm caught today in something of a 65-degree-long-bike-ride Sunday lethargic Monday. Why is it not still Sunday? 

Also, I started pinning things on Pinterest. I am not a design gal, nor do I have any fashion sense. I'm not really crafty. But I decided I would pin stuff that I find when I am doing my job that are awesome for one reason or another. I get nothing out of it if you look, but I'm telling you about it anyway because honestly, I can't think of anything else to say and wanted to move on with a new week on this blog. Huzzah! Check out the guy who made a giant portrait of Martin Luther King, Jr. entirely out of Rubik's cubes, thoughts on writing from Ira Glass and more.