Okay - here's the concept : For the next 6 hours or so, I am going to chronicle my Saturday night. Exterior and interior. I have no real plan for myself except to eat,drink, and be merry without falling on my face(too hard). In a partial tribute to Sam Cooke, I will call it "Another Saturday Night And I Aint Got Nobody To Blame But Myself."
Or A.S.N.A.I.A.G.N.T.B.B.M. for not-so-short.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Rain Shadows This Summer?
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Last week I read about a British artist named Andy Goldsworthy. He is currently constructing a massive stonework at The National Gallery of Art in Washington D.C., to be called "Roof". But what caught my eye was his concept of "rain shadows", wherein people lie down on the grass during a rainstorm. If you hold your position until the rain stops, you leave behind an impression in the grass. This sounds like a productive afternoon to me - anyone else interested? If you're in the Chicago area and would like to give it a whirl this summer, contact me.
Here is the article.
Last week I read about a British artist named Andy Goldsworthy. He is currently constructing a massive stonework at The National Gallery of Art in Washington D.C., to be called "Roof". But what caught my eye was his concept of "rain shadows", wherein people lie down on the grass during a rainstorm. If you hold your position until the rain stops, you leave behind an impression in the grass. This sounds like a productive afternoon to me - anyone else interested? If you're in the Chicago area and would like to give it a whirl this summer, contact me.
Here is the article.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Uncle Duke Is Gone
I won't waste a lot of space here on adjectives like "brazen", "incendiary","ruthless", or "gonzo".
I will disregard the flamboyance,the obsession with firearms, and the river of alcohol and drugs that coursed through practically everything he ever wrote. It doesn't matter.
What matters is he had balls. Remember that. And the next time you have a chance to raise a glass, hoist one in his memory.
Then, invite the "Jeff Gannons" of the world to kiss your iconoclastic ass.
I will disregard the flamboyance,the obsession with firearms, and the river of alcohol and drugs that coursed through practically everything he ever wrote. It doesn't matter.
What matters is he had balls. Remember that. And the next time you have a chance to raise a glass, hoist one in his memory.
Then, invite the "Jeff Gannons" of the world to kiss your iconoclastic ass.
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