behold: ELECTRICITY!
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yamamanamaThis is the name of a work in the Blue and White exhibit, in which some old fashioned wallpaper has colorful metallic threads added to one of them. The rest of it is blue and white, of course. There was something similar in the Korean room, which was celadon and gold and was a bunch of shards from failed attempts at pottery put together to form an amorphous blob.
***
Balthier was at Prudential Station. I'd have said something to him, but he was on the other side of the station. His waistcoat wasn't as good at it could be, but I guess it would be hard to make or find something like that, especially in these days of sweatshops. Squall, Vashyron, Leanne, you all have no excuse. Buy a freaking bomber jacket, don't just duct-tape together some garbage bags. Leanne could get her [b] outfit at any clothing store.
***
Someone in the really really really long line was talking about chemicals and impressionism and later art forms. I would blame drugs for that, since this was the time cocaine was considered the miracle cure for everything.
Greek statues were painted and looked very gaudy.
***
This guy asked why samurai had mustaches and I told him my idea. He said the samurai should wear goggles as well. Then we looked at netsukes, including one like those umbrella spirits with one eye and the tongue hanging out. Did you know Earl Grey tea is the English attempt at making Chinese black tea?
***
Rae, or perhaps her name is Rachel, had pink and blue hair and a tattoo that said "Seize the Night" in Latin and I think she should be painted. We bonded over hair, artwork (because I painted a bunch of people with colorful hair, there's the stuff in the European art wing, and Christina's World, which is not at the MFA), being tempted to grab and pull handles on things but not doing it because then she'd be banned for life, and samurai and their Stalin mustaches.
***
On one of the walls was some kids' characters commenting on art. One of them was a little story about a monster prom, one of them had a flying mutant hotdog. I'd have used that as a title, but I like Behold: ELECTRICITY a little too much. I'm going to accept the fact that there's not going to be a Tyrannicide entry, not unless somebody shoots Omar al-Bashir.
***
This Japanese guy made these huge blocks of ceramic with fossilized bricks inside, until he was killed in a kiln explosion, alas.
***
Those were actual taxidermied hummingbirds on the earrings. They represent death and rebirth or something.
***
There were some communist posters and pre-war German posters, promising a fleet of zeppelins in Lenin's name.
***
Two guys were speaking Haitian Creole. It's a lot like French, but different.
***
There's this painting by Teniers called the Temptation of Saint Anthony, it has a tug of war between a guy riding a bird with a squirrel tail and a guy riding a mudpuppy, some bats, a demon with moth wings, a flying snipefish, and a monster playing his own nose. There's a barn owl that is the only normal thing in it. They were surrealists before there was a surrealism.
My cousin really likes Dutch art but I prefer French. Even if I can't pronounce their names.
Babel is in Vienna, if you're wondering. Personally, I'd rather go to Croatia. There's a place called the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb. One day, when I'm feeling nice and suicidal and willing to travel to a quasi-fascist nation, or perhaps, perhaps even less likely, Malaysia becomes truly democratic and egalitarian, I'll check out the Museum of Enduring Beauty in Malacca.
When you look it up on Google Image Search, make sure you put MFA in there or you'll get other things. Not NSFW other things, just other things that are kind of sort of related but aren't anything like the painting I'm describing here.
***
I passed on Mandy's advice to some kids making trees that looked like green ice cream cones, because even Andy Warhol started out with a box of Crayolas.
***
I bonded with a woman over J.M. Coetzee (she's reading him), Bradley Denton (I'm reading him), and Paul Park (because of postcolonialism and comparisons with Coetzee) during a brief too-cold sunshower. She likes to do what I did (on the T): tilt her head and body at odd angles just so she can see what other people are reading. She's usually disappointed that they're usually reading Fifty Shades of Gray, and then she changes seats because she's so embarrassed. We think that self-published books are thriving because of the Kindle, because nobody can see what you're reading.
If you're easily offended by discussions sex and profanity and you're the kind of person who found A Throne of Bones too edgy, or even if you actually read A Throne of Bones* for pleasure and not FOR SCIENCE, you might not like Lunatics. She says she watches what I am remembering as Fringe but you know I'm wrong, so she won't mind.
*seriously, don't read it. It's over 800 pages and it's by Vox Day. Vox Day said women working is worse than rape. In fact, Vox Day defended rape, saying it creates life. Vox Day is an apologist for Anders Behring Breivik.
***
At the MFA T station, somebody wrote "Thanks for shutting the door in my face" on the CharlieCard information poster and "where there is ruin, there is hope for treasure," a quote by Rumi, on a pillar.
***
There was a guy with an Amaterasu from Okami chibi drawing and a mask from some anime I can't recall. I told him I tried to play Xenoblade but could only stand to look at the game for less than a minute. Let me say I am not a graphics whore. I enjoyed Final Fantasy VII, damn it. I played Majora's Mask last hurricane even after playing games on the PS3. And I'm willing to deal with the Wii not being a HD console. That's fine. The problem is that someone at Monolith forgot they were making a game on SD console and the text is unreadable.
***
There was a woman playing the guitar and singing in Japanese at Park Street. Link was there too.
***
Sagittarius serpentarius is the coolest species name ever.
I have more thoughts. But it's late. There is no moon, and the stars are very bright, like broken diamonds, all.
*that's the last line from This Moment of the Storm by Roger Zelazny.
***
burning question: somebody on Telebunny asks: Seriously, what the fuck is up with these things? Is the cost of using them so low that despite having maybe a clickthrough rate of somewhere around 0.000001% it's still viable as a money making scheme?
*these things being spambots.
***
Balthier was at Prudential Station. I'd have said something to him, but he was on the other side of the station. His waistcoat wasn't as good at it could be, but I guess it would be hard to make or find something like that, especially in these days of sweatshops. Squall, Vashyron, Leanne, you all have no excuse. Buy a freaking bomber jacket, don't just duct-tape together some garbage bags. Leanne could get her [b] outfit at any clothing store.
***
Someone in the really really really long line was talking about chemicals and impressionism and later art forms. I would blame drugs for that, since this was the time cocaine was considered the miracle cure for everything.
Greek statues were painted and looked very gaudy.
***
This guy asked why samurai had mustaches and I told him my idea. He said the samurai should wear goggles as well. Then we looked at netsukes, including one like those umbrella spirits with one eye and the tongue hanging out. Did you know Earl Grey tea is the English attempt at making Chinese black tea?
***
Rae, or perhaps her name is Rachel, had pink and blue hair and a tattoo that said "Seize the Night" in Latin and I think she should be painted. We bonded over hair, artwork (because I painted a bunch of people with colorful hair, there's the stuff in the European art wing, and Christina's World, which is not at the MFA), being tempted to grab and pull handles on things but not doing it because then she'd be banned for life, and samurai and their Stalin mustaches.
***
On one of the walls was some kids' characters commenting on art. One of them was a little story about a monster prom, one of them had a flying mutant hotdog. I'd have used that as a title, but I like Behold: ELECTRICITY a little too much. I'm going to accept the fact that there's not going to be a Tyrannicide entry, not unless somebody shoots Omar al-Bashir.
***
This Japanese guy made these huge blocks of ceramic with fossilized bricks inside, until he was killed in a kiln explosion, alas.
***
Those were actual taxidermied hummingbirds on the earrings. They represent death and rebirth or something.
***
There were some communist posters and pre-war German posters, promising a fleet of zeppelins in Lenin's name.
***
Two guys were speaking Haitian Creole. It's a lot like French, but different.
***
There's this painting by Teniers called the Temptation of Saint Anthony, it has a tug of war between a guy riding a bird with a squirrel tail and a guy riding a mudpuppy, some bats, a demon with moth wings, a flying snipefish, and a monster playing his own nose. There's a barn owl that is the only normal thing in it. They were surrealists before there was a surrealism.
My cousin really likes Dutch art but I prefer French. Even if I can't pronounce their names.
Babel is in Vienna, if you're wondering. Personally, I'd rather go to Croatia. There's a place called the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb. One day, when I'm feeling nice and suicidal and willing to travel to a quasi-fascist nation, or perhaps, perhaps even less likely, Malaysia becomes truly democratic and egalitarian, I'll check out the Museum of Enduring Beauty in Malacca.
When you look it up on Google Image Search, make sure you put MFA in there or you'll get other things. Not NSFW other things, just other things that are kind of sort of related but aren't anything like the painting I'm describing here.
***
I passed on Mandy's advice to some kids making trees that looked like green ice cream cones, because even Andy Warhol started out with a box of Crayolas.
***
I bonded with a woman over J.M. Coetzee (she's reading him), Bradley Denton (I'm reading him), and Paul Park (because of postcolonialism and comparisons with Coetzee) during a brief too-cold sunshower. She likes to do what I did (on the T): tilt her head and body at odd angles just so she can see what other people are reading. She's usually disappointed that they're usually reading Fifty Shades of Gray, and then she changes seats because she's so embarrassed. We think that self-published books are thriving because of the Kindle, because nobody can see what you're reading.
If you're easily offended by discussions sex and profanity and you're the kind of person who found A Throne of Bones too edgy, or even if you actually read A Throne of Bones* for pleasure and not FOR SCIENCE, you might not like Lunatics. She says she watches what I am remembering as Fringe but you know I'm wrong, so she won't mind.
*seriously, don't read it. It's over 800 pages and it's by Vox Day. Vox Day said women working is worse than rape. In fact, Vox Day defended rape, saying it creates life. Vox Day is an apologist for Anders Behring Breivik.
***
At the MFA T station, somebody wrote "Thanks for shutting the door in my face" on the CharlieCard information poster and "where there is ruin, there is hope for treasure," a quote by Rumi, on a pillar.
***
There was a guy with an Amaterasu from Okami chibi drawing and a mask from some anime I can't recall. I told him I tried to play Xenoblade but could only stand to look at the game for less than a minute. Let me say I am not a graphics whore. I enjoyed Final Fantasy VII, damn it. I played Majora's Mask last hurricane even after playing games on the PS3. And I'm willing to deal with the Wii not being a HD console. That's fine. The problem is that someone at Monolith forgot they were making a game on SD console and the text is unreadable.
***
There was a woman playing the guitar and singing in Japanese at Park Street. Link was there too.
***
Sagittarius serpentarius is the coolest species name ever.
I have more thoughts. But it's late. There is no moon, and the stars are very bright, like broken diamonds, all.
*that's the last line from This Moment of the Storm by Roger Zelazny.
***
burning question: somebody on Telebunny asks: Seriously, what the fuck is up with these things? Is the cost of using them so low that despite having maybe a clickthrough rate of somewhere around 0.000001% it's still viable as a money making scheme?
*these things being spambots.
