I’m a couple of weeks behind on this story but just had to share after stumbling over the ESPN report covering it.
I think it’s amazing that in game that had relatively little meaning and on a ball field where less than 100 spectators were in attendance something quite sublime and…
well…..
meaningful happened. Gives a little hope for humanity.
When does extreme persistence, endurance, conviction, perseverance, etc. just become plain delusional. I mean I am by far not even close to being a math genius, but even I get that Hillary cannot win. If it were even possible that she would have been tapped as the VP on the ticket, I can’t imagine it would happen as she continues to limp onward.
And then with folks like this from West Virginia… it’s almost embarrassing to watch. I mean it’s come to a point where one can’t even laugh at the ignorance. It’s quite sad actually.
I haven’t had much to say lately so I’m lifting an idea from my blog peep Moxie who has a pretty cool post she put up on Friday. She was talking about celebrity sightings she’s had. So instead of posting a really long comment there I thought i’d pingback on her.
I don’t get too worked up in a frenzy over celebrities… i don’t think i ever really have but at the same time if I hear or see something about a well known celebrity I can’t turn away. Kind of the train wreck syndrome right.
I can only remember a few bonafide celebrities sightings I’ve had. (more…)
My brother is a bit of a photographer himself. He’s actually pretty good. I don’t know how or when exactly he picked up the bug but I remember several years ago (about ‘98 or so I guess) he wanted to show me some of his pictures and get tips on how to develop film and prints.
I was amazed at how much his images looked like mine. I mean, I was really surprised at how his pics were composed very much like mine. The subject often being slapped right in the center of the image. Full negative composition and printing. Slowed shutters to give movement.
I woke up this morning a little earlier than normal… about ten minutes to six… and with an unusual feeling…
…rested.
And as i began soaking in this unusual feeling i began thinking about why. What did i do different. I mean i need to remember this so it happens again.
I did go for a run last night but I didn’t push myself and it was only for about 20 minutes. Nice hot shower after the run and then a brown ale while watching re-runs. I fell asleep no earlier than normal… about 11:30 or so.
It was chilly last night here on the Gulf Coast Plains. So I had the windows open last night at Chez Jules and i guess all of that together was a recipe for waking up feeling… well, feeling good.
ok, so this isn’t a typical day in my life… it’s more like an atypical Saturday. And what did i do? I spent an afternoon with a few of the ladies in my life. I had the daughter this weekend and we hung out with my mom, my baby sister and my niece. After going out for breakfast, we couldn’t figure out what to do but my mom suggested going to Trader’s Village.
It’s this place in the northwest part of Houston that takes up, I don’t know… maybe 200 acres including the parking lot. It’s like a super-humongo, ginormous garage sale. My mom considers herself the queen of garage sales and so…to her domain we went.
It’s actually a pretty cool place for people watching and you can find some pretty cool, weird, obscure stuff there… and CHEAP!
I wish I had thought to pull out my camera earlier than I did. Then I could have caught a pic of the vendor selling an assortment of hard to find tools that every guy must have. You know like that two foot long springy thing with the magnet on the end for retrieving bolts that fall in a tight spot in the engine. Not that I’ve ever done that I could have gotten a pic of a wagon wheel coffee table like the one in When Harry met Sally and a frame with cowhide wrapping around it. The odd thing is the cowhide still has the fur on it. Do cows have fur or is it hair?
Personally, as an artist who has worked in two different mediums and been recognized with awards for my efforts, I don’t think so. I am humble about my achievements. I just mention them to give credibility to my opinion on why I don’t think this is art.
There comes a point where testing the limits of human interaction, human involvement and human discovery when confronted with certain situations steps over the limit of even the most obscure performance art.
Of course, the skeptic in me wonders if this is even true, so I looked it up on Snopes to see the status of this story. As of April 14th, it was still undetermined. I wonder if the real performance of this project is the collection of comments from around the world via the internet. In which case, it would be a rather amazing display to see the empathy and compassion people have towards man’s best friend compared against the backdrop of fellow human beings who starve to death in third world countries on a daily basis.
With that in mind… what do you think? Art? Cruelty? A headfake? All of the above.
Below the vid, is the email I received today that sparked this post.
May all sentient beings have happiness and its causes,
May all sentient beings be free of suffering and its causes,
May all sentient beings never be separated from bliss and be devoid of suffering,
May all sentient beings be in equanimity, free of bias, attachment and anger.
The Four Immeasurables ~ The Buddha
In 2007, the ‘artist’ Guillermo Vargas “Habacuc”, took a dog from the street, tied him to a rope in an art gallery, and starved him to death
For several days, the ‘artist’ and the visitors of the exhibition watched emotionless the shameful ‘masterpiece’ based on the dog’s agony, until eventually he died
This is not all… the prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of the Central American decided that the ‘installation’ was actually art, so that Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the biennial of 2008
PLEASE HELP STOP HIM
It takes a second to help put a stop to animal abuse!
Sign the petition, today;
Well, I’m sure you know by now Pope Benedict XVI is coming over to pay the U.S. a visit.
You know what?….. I didn’t realize he’s been the head honcho, el jeffe, big kahuna, the-buck-stops-here of the Catholic Church for three years now. Time flies when you’re havin fun right.
Well, he isn’t coming to Texas this year. Kinda feel a little snubbed. You know like when your favorite band goes out on tour and they hit a couple of other cities in your state but decide not to swing by your city. Sucks!
I mean c’mon! We have this big new cathedral and everything that cost about a buhzillion dollars to build… well, co cathedral to be more accurate. I heard the reason they call it a co cathedral but I wasn’t really paying attention. Anyway… you’d think he’d want to come take a peek at it. Make sure the hand soap dispensers are working properly in the bathrooms. You know, give it a little test drive. (hee hee hee… holy shit! get it. Pope. bathroom. handsoap. hee hee hee)
Well, so the Pope isn’t coming and we’re missing out here in Texas.
I’m sure the Dalai Lama will swing back by. He came through last year about this time. Maybe he’ll hit the links, too. We’ve got a ton of golf courses in this area. Heck, I’d caddy for him if I could get this deal for sure.
I really needed this. It’s been a pretty crappy couple of weeks. Thought I’d share in case anyone else needs a laugh. I received this list in an email and couldn’t stop laughing like… a smoke alarm that has the sound stuck at 3:24 in the morning. : ) ok, that was lame. Read below for some priceless metaphors and similes.
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Every year, English teachers from across the USA can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year’s winners:
1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
… baseball season has begun. The Astros started off the 2008 season in San Diego last week and our home opener is today.
Now I’m not one of those guys who is a sports freak. I mean, I don’t paint my face for game day, I don’t high-five strangers next to me at the bar after a good play. And i don’t normally clear my calendar every year as the season home opener approaches but one of my blogpeeps, Ombudsben has got me excited about this year’s baseball season. I shouldn’t give him all the credit, I mean I usually follow the hometown Astros off and on throughout te season and the Astros have been my team since I first picked up a baseball and played little league at the age of 7. But Ombud has got me feeling a little more charged up about baseball this year.
Not that he’s spouted off any stats, or given any inside info on trades, spring training spotlights or omniscient predictions of another Astros showing at the World Series. Nope, in fact, my west coast living friend Ombud, originally from Minnesota, is a Twins fan. But just mentioning the upcoming season in comments to posts has brought on memories of season’s past and renewed hope.
I’m sure a ton of ministers out there have given a sermon or two (more…)
I could have gotten a pic of a wagon wheel coffee table like the one in When Harry met Sally and a frame with cowhide wrapping around it. The odd thing is the cowhide still has the fur on it. Do cows have fur or is it hair?
