Showing posts from February, 2011

Slow Education

I was an art minor in college. Sometimes I really miss painting, but not that class. Specifically the teacher. She would encourage us to bring in music, it was a bore constantly listening to the easy-listening generic Top 40 station someone would eventually settle upon. One day I bring in the Silver Jews and Daniel Johnston. I put the Silver Jews's album Bright Flight on. The teacher was hardly ever in the classroom. A couple songs into the album she comes back in and wonders what we are listening to, a raised eyebrow and  a unsettling look on her face. The next week, she brings in U2. It was at that point I questioned her validity as the director of the art program. Perhaps it was my stupid assumption that art students were supposed to have good taste or at least SOME interest in music not provided by the mass media.

With that in mind, I bought the new issue of Vogue with Lady Gaga on the cover last week at the grocery. I was surprised to notice they started selling the magazine, …

What to Write About When You Write About Nothing

A lot of time surpasses my posts because I am always waiting for an unique encounter to inspire me. So what do you write about when you have nothing to write about? Social media has somehow programmed us to tell ourselves that the world should care that we had french toast for breakfast, changed shampoos or that we are going to Ramsii's tonight for dinner.

Guess what? I don't give a shit. Also, you should probably pick a new restaurant. But that's simply my opinion.  I am guilty of these mundane details as well, and I couldn't explain why it feels so necessary to tell my facebook friends that I would like to have Andrew W.K. play the halftime show at the super bowl. Sunday afternoon I spent a few minutes (which is considerably way too long) with the boyfriend trying to come up a funny/witty status update concerning Sunday night's extravaganza. I was well aware of the stupidity I was enforcing upon myself, and yet I just had to make an update.

Blah, blah, blah. Face…