- Details
- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Other
- Hits: 982
Now I've seen more of these than I ever wanted to, no kidding, Georgia O'Keefe covered it thoroughly and very nicely, thank-you-very-much, and unless you're bringing something new to the game I'm pretty sure I don't want to see it.
We get a lot of this style of art through the thrift shop, only it's rare that it comes with an "Artist's Statement".
But it's got me thinking, I mean, I wonder if I could make a living drawing crudely symbolic dick picks? I mean, just do an endless series in a variety of styles, claim that I was the ambassador of Male Sexuality, Virility, etc, what have you...
Nope. While it's one thing for a "woman" to own her sexuality, if a man should try to own his he's considered "juvenile" and "puerile".
Rightly so.
"Ooooooohhhhh
Dolores won't you show us...
More of your clitoris...
Don't think you can ignore us..."
I priced it affordable. Maybe I should pick it up and bring it as a visual prop to the next poetry slam...
- Details
- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Other
- Hits: 986
I've gone on about this before, about the camera, and the proof is in the absolutely amazing photos it takes. (See earlier posts).
And it's great as a phone and doing wifi and the internet and the Reddit app is certainly a five star time waster, but these things are common to most phones.
The feature I find most useful is the pen-stylus, that embeds in the bottom of the phone and when you pop it out it automatically prompts you with a note. It accepts handwriting or text, small drawings, etc. You can embed images in it. It's really useful. I use it a lot.
This is probably the best technology investment I ever made.
- Details
- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Other
- Hits: 956
3 episodes in. The first, so far, the best - recognizing "Buster Scruggs" - all of the actors in every episode confer a familiarity - you know them, and rack your brain for half the show trying to figure out from where.
Anyways - the first episode, perfectly attuned to my aesthetic, my tastes. The props, cinematography, the underlying ideas, great - were I 12 years old...The plot - a little too predictable, a little too "Hollywood", polished, without that added layer of nuance or deeper thought. But - for what it was, what I expected, perfect.
By the end of the episode 3 I've resigned myself to enjoying the sets, characters, there will be no big - I don't know, insights, curveballs, twists. But I'm pretty sure I'll watch the rest...
- Details
- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Other
- Hits: 984
And last Sunday, the Poetry Slam in Lakeside Park, my third.
Filled with the usual suspects, everyone arriving fashionably late. It's a cool evening. Despite the crowd, perhaps 30 people, only a few are presenting.
There's *****, shirtless, wrapped in Persian Carpet that's been converted into a vest, living out of a van with his dog, a destructive little husky pup that's in the process of mauling a little stuffed toy.
He introduces himself, followed with "I earned this name", as if it were hard won in battle, clearly this is not his given name and he's adapted to the local tradition of both pen and chosen names. I'm unfamiliar with it, make a phonetic note of the spelling, can do some research later. Followed with by his stoner-styled poetry which is some sort of passionately delivered ode to life.
The judging isn't kind, he's a newcomer, only been to a couple of the slams, his overall rating (Originality, Presentation, Writing?) only comes to a high 8.7 or 8.9.
There are 5 judges, to get an 8 in this is a complete and utter fail. It's on a scale of 1-10, so while you might think an 8.7 is good having seen a few of them you realize that an imbecile barking and growling would score an 8.5, this is the overall threshold of kindness in the community, if he wants a better score he'll have to recruit a few friends to be judges...
Followed by a few others. One of the themes of tonight's reading is "Uncertainty", given the world at the moment it's pretty topical. One of the organizers does her finger-snapping, her "support" when she likes the groove a particular poet is laying down. Then there's the free-form, unjudged presentations. Another organizer has a little rant about how she doesn't need a man, then wanders the park outside the reach of the microphone and lights.
These events, there a who's who of literary nepotism, while most are good some are clearly better than others, the judging favors the familiar.
And as the weather cools down and the jeep is laid up it's time again to resume long-stalled projects...this is the motivation.