Aug. 21st, 2006 08:52 pm
geekitude and other stuff
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toastykittenMark is watching the Comedy Central Roast of William Shatner. Orlando Bloom is in it. (Now he's hacking.)
My sister sent me the link to a myspace page of one of the kids we used to baby-sit. She's now 16. It has a really way too long "about me" page, and she has 200 friends. Not a bad layout, and thank GOD NO MUSIC.
The best part, though, was where she listed her "other heroes" as "god, jesus, and orlando bloom".
Also, a deposit has been made for the trip to China. You have no idea how long or how much drama it took for us to even get to this point. My family is still arguing about the finer details of the visit, like how long we're going to stay at my parents' villages, when are we going to fly to Hong Kong, etc.
We went to see the Matthew Barney show at SFMOMA a few weeks ago, and I kept meaning to write about it. Oops. Anyway, in the words of Mark, Matthew Barney is "one sick puppy". We got there too late to watch the actual movie that goes along with the show, but the gallery itself occupied most of our time anyway. I was kind of disappointed by the drawings - they're really lightly penciled in, and they're not actually that good, partially because he physically restrained himself in various ways while he was drawing them. In accompanying videos, you can see that he's running to jump and draw stuff on a ceiling. Those videos are very boring.
The more interesting videos are the ones with the satyrs. There's no sound, and you watch one or two satyrs per screen dancing around, looking tortured, torturing each other, and it almost felt obscene to me, even though it wasn't like they were doing anything actually obscene. The satyrs are over-muscled, with exaggerated facial features, and horns. It also reminded me of Picasso's fascination with satyrs. I don't know what connection there is to make, though.
The best part to me were the giant ship sculptures made up of "self-lubricating plastic". Mark had to keep reminding me not to touch them. (Me: But, but - look!) They were enormous, and we had to step over several ropes to view the entire thing. I kept wondering where the hell one does get self-lubricating plastic, and how do you mold it?
Bjork is in a few of the pictures. I wonder how famous he would be if he didn't have Bjork for a girlfriend.
My sister sent me the link to a myspace page of one of the kids we used to baby-sit. She's now 16. It has a really way too long "about me" page, and she has 200 friends. Not a bad layout, and thank GOD NO MUSIC.
The best part, though, was where she listed her "other heroes" as "god, jesus, and orlando bloom".
Also, a deposit has been made for the trip to China. You have no idea how long or how much drama it took for us to even get to this point. My family is still arguing about the finer details of the visit, like how long we're going to stay at my parents' villages, when are we going to fly to Hong Kong, etc.
We went to see the Matthew Barney show at SFMOMA a few weeks ago, and I kept meaning to write about it. Oops. Anyway, in the words of Mark, Matthew Barney is "one sick puppy". We got there too late to watch the actual movie that goes along with the show, but the gallery itself occupied most of our time anyway. I was kind of disappointed by the drawings - they're really lightly penciled in, and they're not actually that good, partially because he physically restrained himself in various ways while he was drawing them. In accompanying videos, you can see that he's running to jump and draw stuff on a ceiling. Those videos are very boring.
The more interesting videos are the ones with the satyrs. There's no sound, and you watch one or two satyrs per screen dancing around, looking tortured, torturing each other, and it almost felt obscene to me, even though it wasn't like they were doing anything actually obscene. The satyrs are over-muscled, with exaggerated facial features, and horns. It also reminded me of Picasso's fascination with satyrs. I don't know what connection there is to make, though.
The best part to me were the giant ship sculptures made up of "self-lubricating plastic". Mark had to keep reminding me not to touch them. (Me: But, but - look!) They were enormous, and we had to step over several ropes to view the entire thing. I kept wondering where the hell one does get self-lubricating plastic, and how do you mold it?
Bjork is in a few of the pictures. I wonder how famous he would be if he didn't have Bjork for a girlfriend.
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