Archive for the ‘but is it art?’ Category

Things That Scare Me

October 31, 2009
Shudder...

Shudder…

 Halloween is not for sissies, yet I love it anyway.  I love it because it’s the one time of the year when being afraid is a shared experience as opposed to my usual solitary, soggy-armpit, hyperventilating, pull-it-together-in-the-ladies’-room-for-chrissake kind of experience. (more…)

Life Is But A Dream

July 26, 2009

A pigsty made of garbage: a masterpiece of unintentional irony.

A pigsty made of garbage: a masterpiece of unintentional irony.

Earlier this week, Kate and I attended our local County Fair with the aim of seeing the No-Shit-Legendary Los Lobos , eating meat on a stick, and maybe yucking it up a bit along the way.  The County Fair is yet another one of those vestiges of Redneck Culture that I still can’t seem to stay away from, no matter how many degrees I accumulate, how many books I read, or how deeply I ensconce myself in the Middle Class Pretensia known as Suburbia, USA.  My struggle to reconcile my roots with my tips, so to speak, is lifelong and I will stop at nothing, no matter how far-fetched or absolutely stupid, to make sense of it all. (more…)