For all those still recovering from last year's gumbo/shepherds pie incident, I have something scarier for you then Tammy Faye Baker: Chipper in the kitchen again without a cookbook. The "I'll just wing it with the ingredients I have" school of cooking never settled well with my dinner guests. Relax, and you can stop feigning that "MMMmm, this is better then dorm food," (Thanks anyways Tyrone, but I still don't need your "help" in the kitchen). I tried my hand at culinary pursuits today with remarkable success. I made an awesome tiramisu with some alterations; I added a bit of Nutella to the cream top for a hint of hazelnut goodness and Kaluha to the lady fingers. Although the only lady fingers in the house were still attached to my mother, and she didn't feel like parting with them, I used Lorna Doone shortbread cookies. (If she had parted with them I could have had dish to share at the DVD release of "Land Of The Dead").
Speaking of cannibalism, I've decided that the term "post-modern" is now a euphemism for cannibalism. And trite. I went to a nationally renowned arts festival and I was bored. "Appropriating" (or stealing) images from '40s and '50s pop culture for satire, value critiques, or semantic manipulation was cutting edge when Warhol and Lichtenstein were experimenting with it in the '60s and '70s. It was interesting when feminist artists were using it as a tool to express gender privilege in the art world*. But to pull the same tricks today, without self-generated imagery, or at the very least an intriguing new contextualsations, seems static and tired. I'm tired of hit over the head with sophomoric artistic angst. Can't artists think of something new, and a different way of telling me? No more tampons in the teacup!** Please!!
Yay! I have new glasses today! I can finally see! My other pair had a pock mark right in the middle of my field of vision. It was giving me headaches.
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Gurilla girls
**The oldest trick in art school. Akin to the "dog ate my homework" except that you didn't have enough dignity to spare us from having to discuss it in critique.
More Guerill Girl Goodness: "Dear Senator Helms, the art world is your kind of place. 87% of all the penises in Metropolitian Museum of Art belong to Baby Jesus".
Check out Rebulican's Rights of Woman:
http://www.guerrillagirls.com/posters/republicans.shtml
posted by Jeff @ 10:00 PM
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I'll retry my comment, even though I know it won't be nearly as good as my original one.
Anyway, I've heard of these people, and have also read that the group splintered, sued each other, and have copyright laws enacted over a roadshow. They've become corporate. And no, I didn't read your post before I wrote this.
I've been looking for a Burlesque show for a friend for a while, I bet they might have something close. Except they would be topless/naked on stage, but with guerilla masks on, bantering on about art. Heeey- this could be hot.
I'm glad you didn't subject anyone to your mother's fingers. That would have been very nasty indeed.
;0)
Superkate is that you? You don't have much room to talk
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