Tuesday, December 02, 2003
*edit: I nearly forgot! We watched Un Chien Andalou in art lecture today. You know, that extremely screwy ancient surrealist film made by Salvador Dali in his youth with his 'buddy' Luis Bunuel. With the famous eye-slashing scene. It was great. Dali, you nutter. I had been feeling like a bad artist/film lover, since I hadn't seen this obscenely famous film, but now I feel better.
Oh, and at the eye scene, the entire room went 'eeeewww' and 'oh noooo!' and other such things. Just goes to show that you don't need great special effects to gross out/awe/horrify your audience. end edit*
I got an email today from the art school bearing the following message:
Friday December 5 from 8-830 p
Art battle this Friday on the corner of north university and state street.
Competition to find the best artist in Ann Arbor. Supplies provided.
brought to you by helicycle press and potato salad.
Is it just me, or are there several factors of oddity involved in that announcement? I'm tempted to go just to see what the heck it actually is.
Not to mention the live fiddler.
Also today, on North Campus, I got stuck in the bus on the way back to the dorm because an armed convoy was going by. It involved lots of police and flashing lights and people looking very uptight and alert. In the center of the millions of vehicles was one very large, very ponderous, very mean looking truck. It was excellent. People were really worried and confused... I mean, we had what was actually an armed convoy going through campus. And the cacophony of flashing lights were most impressive, since it was dark out.
Anyways, it turns out that the truck was transporting some barrels of some nasty substance or other which absolutely could not be allowed to fall into the hands of those goddamn radical midwestern students. Quite seriously, it was some material or other which no one was supposed to even look wrong at, let alone steal and cart away. Something to do with those weird chemical engineering people up on North Campus. I'm not sure what substance would a) be transported in barrels and b) require that much serious armament and security to truck it around. Unless, you know, they were trotting plutonium through the University of Michigan campus.
i'd photoshop it to say 'university of michigan' instead of 'france', but that would require work
Ah, it's only been a few days since Thanksgiving break, and I desperately need it to be December break. These damnable art projects... they are killing me. And dorm food is killing me, and the roommate is killing me, and this frelling loft is killing me, and not being able to sleep at night because the TV is on is killing me. Aargh and such.
Thanksgiving was good, though. The food was glorious, especially the seven layer cake. Mmm. Seven layer cake. And I was given Vernor's to take back to the dorm, so choke on that, Dad and Eli! Ha HA!
We went to the house of my dad's friend Bill and his wife Carol to hang with my dad's old friends, as we do pretty much every year. But Bill and Carol had cats! I was perishing of feline withdrawal, not certain if I could make it to December break. And then cats! They were two lovely Abyssinians by the names of Lilly and Emma. Oh, they were gorgeous. I went into transports of ecstasy at the sight of them.
We got to see Al and Suzi and cousins Sam and Joey, which was nice. Before the Lions game on Thanksgiving we went to a place in Greektown which served Coney hot dogs. My dad got a hot dog with some vile form of chili on it. It was utterly disgusting. Then Eli dumped his entire glass of water onto my lap. It was cold and rainy out, and I was wearing jeans, so good times were had by all. Then the Lions went and won, so this is doomed to become a pregame ritual. I'll have to bring two pairs of pants to the game next year.
Yes, you heard correctly! THE LIONS WON! They beat the Green Bay Packers! 22-14! Yes, Brett Favre, you were beaten by the Detroit Lions! More exactly, you were beaten by Jason Hanson, the kicker, who was really our only scoring power, but you were beaten nonetheless! Awwweeeesoommmeee. It was up and down and very close and generally just a glorious game all around.
I must say that Ford Field is very nice, quite a lovely stadium and all, but it really does not compare to the Big House. Everything looked so... small. And I felt unusually rested after the game. Generally I'm standing up for the entire time, because there is rarely a pause in the wild excitement at a Michigan game. But the Lions crowd was definitely not all college kids, and they seemed to prefer a more sedately viewed game.
We were sitting next to Packer fans, but it wasn't too bad, since they were very small. Children, actually, and you all know my feelings on the small vermin, but these weren't too offensive. One of them had a Packers helmet on, and the other had an inflatable cheesehead. There were some Packers fans sitting a few rows in front of us, a teenaged guy and his girlfriend. The girlfriend had a cheesehead. The old, bitter, drunk Lions fan behind her spent a good portion of the game crumbling up peanut shells and putting them on her cheesehead. When she discovered this the situation rapidly deteriorated and she ended up leaving in tears. As my dad said, it was not Lions fandom's finest moment.
a real cheesehead, and a Lions fan mocking cheeseheads
My uncle Al brews his own beer. Now, I strongly dislike beer. As you all know, I don't indulge in drunken hijinks out here at college (or indeed ever). The most alchohol I imbibe is wine at holidays. Well, this was a holiday, and all my family was there, and my uncle made the frigging stuff, and I was offered a glass. I'm wary of any beer, since most of it requires merely a whiff to make me ill, but this stuff was actually quite good. He had two kinds, and I forget what kinds they were (they had complicated names), but the first one, especially, was excellently notbitter.
The Dolphins were also playing on Thanksgiving, and they ran all over the Cowboys, 40-21. Ha ha! Have a little taste o'that, Parcells! Let us all give a great big Woo Yay! for jewish quarterbacks. Oh Jay Fiedler, your nose may be large, and your ears may be goofy, but we love you much.
The Patriots played on Sunday against the Colts. They nearly killed me, the game was so close. Peyton Manning brought his team back with 21 unanswered points in the second half. It was terrible. It ended up coming down to the Colts being practically on the 2 yard line, needing a touchdown to win. But the Patriots defense held strong and they didn't score. Patriots won, 38-34. Nearly gave me a heart attack, but they won.
So all three of my teams won! That never happens. Even if the Patriots and Dolphins win, the Lions usually lose, so this is like a weekend of unparalleled joys. It was the most beautiful football weekend in the history of football weekends.
OK, time to work on those hideous art projects. Sorry about the whole two-pictures-in-one-blog deal, but they both seemed necessary. Good eve, all.