Friday, April 11, 2003
DANDY WARHOLS! DANDY WARHOLS!! DANDY WARHOLS!!! DANDY WARHOLS!!!!
The Dandy Warhols, that is. Great music. I always think of the band The Jaded Salingers when I think of the Dandy Warhols, 'cause they're being clever in the exact same way. Amusement and good times.
Today I learned about an art movement called Dia. Think very large, very minimalist works. Think Richard Serra. Think Joseph Beuys. Think De Maria. Think Dan Flavin. Think people who make things like Spiral Jetty.
This, by the way, is Spiral Jetty. Think very, very big.
I was surprised and disturbed to see, today in school, a large number of girls in my grade wearing 'Kraft Family Reunion' tshirts. So far as I know, only one of them is actually a Kraft. She appeared to have given the shirts out to her friends. I'm not sure if this was a symbolic sort of thing (my friends are like my family!) or merely asinine sheep-like behavior. I guess that in any event I would have been able to deal with the stupidity, but the shirts were all a heinous, violently pink shade of magenta. The sort of color that makes your eyes hurt. You know. Sort of a cross between this and this, only much brighter.
I was going to say, 'and not backed by orange like you're seeing it on this page', but that is plainly not true. You see, these girls are the sorts who tan themselves into orange oblivion. And I do mean orange. One finds oneself worrying about their obvious future skin cancers, but it's really hard to remain concerned when they're so damned orange. I laugh.
You, of course, should do the same.
We have been watching a movie in bio for the past two days. It is called The Miracle of Life. You can guess what it's about. Anyways, they had all these shots that astounded our class. For instance, the very beginning of the film is about, um, well, it's about what starts life. You know. Makin' babies. So there's a shot at the of the, um, first action leading to fertilization. Only, it was shot from inside. Er. Inside the woman. You do know what I mean.
But we were astounded. How did they get a camera in there? It was a shot from the side, so that you could see everything nice and clearly, but how was the camera there? And how did they get lighting? How?
Later in the film they had video of a fetus. The camera was practically on top of the fetus, and it must have had a pretty strong light, because you were looking at the fetus's head, and suddenly it would bring a hand up and smack at the camera. This happened a number of times. I do wonder if that much light in the womb is detrimental to fetal health, because this little fellow sure didn't seem to be enjoying it.
Then they showed a birth.
Our bio teacher told us some birth horror stories the other day, including one about a friend of hers who gave birth and then realized that some of her intestines were coming out. That, if nothing else, was enough to traumatize me for life. I mean, just imagine it. Your intestines are coming out. Oh holy cats. Ugck. Yet another reason to never, ever, EVER have children.
Also, pregnancy is parasitism. Think about it. You've got this little creature inside you. It's growing fat off of your nutrients and it takes your blood for its own nefarious uses. It isn't even a beneficial parasite, because what does it do to you? It makes you fat, and moody, and violently ill. Then it causes you infinite amounts of pain so that it can emerge from your body. Parasitism! It's like Alien, only worse, because this is an accepted sort of thing. Now, if the little buggers tore out of your stomach when they were ready to be born, maybe more people would recognize it for what it is.
I am going to go now, having given you all sorts of lovely things to think about.