I Keep Trying to Use my Whitney Tickets

I was on my way to the Whitney to check out the end of the Georgia O Keefe exhibit at the Whitney. The Law and I got a late start on the day but we made it up to the museum around 2 pm. Unfortunately many tourists and locals as well had the same idea and the museum was holding crowds at the door to keep the halls from becoming too crowded. It was cold and we weren’t willing to wait but didn’t want to waste our time with the trip upstate to UES and walked west to the MET.

As we walked up up 75th, I saw in the distance a man quarter bent between a tree and the parked truck at the curb. His pants were down to his knees and I caught a glimpse of stained tighty whities. As we approached we could see he was cleaning himself with hot dog cart napkins while his wife yelled at him in French. I could only hope it was what we were thinking –

“DUDE! Get to a public bathroom to clean your shorts man!”

The show had caught the attention of just about every door man on the row and had successfully ruined my appetite for an afternoon cafe I had been planning at the MET.

Fortunately the Art of the Samurai: Japanese Arms and Armor caught my attention. The sword craftsmanship was amazing and was impressed with the kabutos they had on display.

Fortunately we caught the tail end of the show, which ended on the 10th of this month, however, our free tickets to the Whitney go back home under the fridge magnets, until the next time we decide to travel uptown for a museum day.

Other notes: I’m still digging this Holy Ghost remix of The Deep end and the foto I took at the flower garden in Central Park, just up the street from the MET:

Curses! The Deep End (Holy Ghost Remix)
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Jeff Hunt: Profesional Dick to Kids

If you’re the director of an educational facility, a PhD authority on the Civil War and public reference specifically to the Last Battle of the Civil War: Palmetto Ranch, it only seems natural when a group of high school students who’ve created a 10- by 5-foot diorama (with materials worth $23,000, and taking 7,000 hours of labor worth between $60,000 and $130,000) of the battle which deemed by this “expert” to be not completely accurate, what’s your natural response?

Take your arm and back-swapped the whole thing, completely trashing the work and dismantling the piece before even displaying it to the public, of course!’

No attempt to have the kids correct the errors or even displaying with notation of inaccuracies.

Unprofessional, and unbecoming of a mentor in the field of public education.

AZ Central News Article
Community Forum on the matter

Guggenheim First Fridays – Art After Dark

Last evening I went to the First Friday’s party at the Gugg. An evening gig starting around 6 and ending near 12 or 1 am. The last few times I’ve been there were great djs, musicians, to accompany the excellent exhibit. This evening everything fell flat. There was a significant line as usual with typically slow staff in front getting people in. What was more deceiving about this evening, they were still setting up the exhibit, the Shapes of Space, which wasn’t even extended to the last two floors of the hall.

Nouvelle Vague was the Live music at the Guggenheim this evening. I wasn’t too impressed but the acoustics for live bands in the hall are atrocious. Ricocheting up and down the Gugg making for terrible sound unless you’re right up front. I didn’t get much from my vid (behind the stage) but supmag did here:


Billy Idol

Dead Kennedys

More Pictures of the event:

And last a video of one of the more interesting parts of the exhibit, the sound synced lighted dancefloor (from the Guggenheim site: “Piotr UklaÅ„ski’s adaptable wall-to-wall installation Untitled (Dance Floor) (1996) transforms the institutional space of the museum or gallery into a sound-synchronized, light-flashing disco, subverting the normal use of the site and encouraging visitors to dance, mingle, and otherwise interact with one another.”

Doughnut holes are made of the same thing as the hole in your toilet seat, but nobody ever publicizes that. Megan Coughlin