DEEP THOUGHTS ABOUT

Ephemerality

The Now

The Past, I guess

The Future, pretty much

NOT mortality, that’s boring

Super important edits:

I also drank a can and a half of orange juice on New Year’s Day

I also listened to One Day by Sharon Van Etten a zillion times (+ she was just on teevee! Go Sharon go!)

Embarrassing personal admission: I finally got an Austin Public Library card yesterday.

ART NEWS

File under iconoclasm:
Carmen Tisch, a 36 year old Denver woman, bodily molested Clyfford Still’s painting 1957-J-No.2, causing what is called $10,000 worth of damage. She was apparently drunk, and it might be an Occupy-type statement thing. Or not.
Huffington Post: Carmen Tisch Charged With Criminal Mischief After Punching, Urinating Next To A $30 Million Clyfford Still Painting
Art Fag City: Woman Pees On, About, or Around Clyfford Still Painting
Quigley’s Cabinet: Soils Spoils

Speaking of Occupy, how about this? A Discussion on Facebook About “Occupy Museums”

The original statement made me squirm a little. The comments are pretty good. All I will say is that museums need money to stay open, that any curator worth her salt will privilege ideas over money in crafting exhibitions (I guess blockbuster shows are the antithesis of this idea, but see my first point), and yes, art prices are inflated, but museums generally take things off the market (which kind of kills them). Also, corporate sponsorship is certainly creepy (especially when it’s like, BP, wtf is going on there) but again, museums need money to stay open, and there is at least a kernel of real value in corporate interest in art? That is opening up a whole can of worms. I am ambivalent but the art world is so multifaceted…yes, I am an Art History person, but I’m an artist too, and the pith of it is this: anyone can make art, but artworks do not belong to everyone. Without going down the rabbit hole of Intellectual Property, ideas are for everyone. I’m about to get angry. Museums are for everyone. In conclusion, I refer everyone to the work of the Guerrilla Girls:

(You guys, there was space for one more name, what about Louise Bourgeois?)

Finally, more fodder for thought on corporate support of art and iconoclasm: More than $100M in art lost in 9/11 attacks

Realizing that I use the idea of performing certain activities (like shopping for pants) as conceptual art as a coping mechanism, I appreciate this: WTF is Performance Art? (Answer: not Gaga.)

WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN CYBORGS. I am glad that’s true…it resolves a lot of circular thinking for me. Thank you, Donna Haraway.

Enough of that. Look at this thing that Nick and I found in our hallway a couple years ago, which I was happy to see when I was back in VT:

We believed that it was made by a neighbor. This neighbor, whom we called Darkness, did not want to talk to us. He read tarot cards on the street.

PART I: Pretty Boring

I had a magical moment at PS1: I’ve been trying to remember Mark Lombardi’s name for 8 actual months, and lo, there hung his drawing, and it was so (the 9/11 show is pretty great I think). This magical moment was preceded by several other because George Kuchar fucking ruled (still rules from beyond xo).

What I consumed today, in order:

1. A Vitamin Water
2. Crazy LA Chinatown dim sum: tea, weird straw mushroom dumplings, creepy fishy seaweed salad, Chinese broccoli
3. A ginger ale
4. A Pacifico (hair o the dog that bit ya)
5. A chocolate doughnut from Randy’s
6. A coconut doughnut from Randy’s
7. A plain doughnut from Randy’s

Here are some iPhone pictures from the last two weeks//my tour of gluttony + hugs:

Thank you for everything, buddies + family. Everyone agrees that 2012 is going to be terrific//batshit crazy.

If you’re in LA and like punk rock and hate cancer maybe you should go! EVENT

• I missed my buddies so much//made some really wonderful new buddies//reconnected with old buddies//
• I became an auntie to a beautiful niece
• One time I was riding my bike on E. 5th and a kid on a BMX said, “Hey pretty girl on a bike”
• I finally got my fucking priorities in order
• I fell down a creepy flight of stairs and got the scariest most kick-ass bruise of my LIFE
• I fully accepted Wikipedia into my heart
• I got my prettiest tattoo and my dumbest tattoo
• I had my dumbest job and my best job (thankfully still have the latter)
• I made no fewer than three dream fantasies come true!!!
• I made a calculator on the internet
• I made some of my favorite things I’ve ever made
• I OFFICIALLY JOINED THE 21st CENTURY.

• I don’t think I left Texas for more than 3 or 4 days at a time and now I’m about to leave for TWO WEEKS!

In summation, this was probably the weirdest year of my life romantically, but as far as having ideas I think it was my best year yet.

Phantom Buffalo, “Golden Finish”
The Killing Joke, “In Excelsis”
Parlovr, “Pen to the Paper”
Sparks, “Falling in Love with Myself Again”
Ramones, “Needles and Pins”
Psychic TV, “White Nights”
Future Islands, “Beach Foam”
Dan Deacon, “Snookered”
Beach House, “Master of None”
Danzig, “How the Gods Kill” (may)
Fucked Up, “Royal Swan”
(Does 200 episodes of This American Life count?)
The Fucking Champs, “Extra Man”
Phantom Buffalo, “Frogman”
Skull Defekts, “Fragrant Nimbus”
Future Islands, “Before the Bridge”
JEFF the Brotherhood, “Diamond Way”
This Mortal Coil, “The Jeweler”
Butthole Surfers, “Negro Observer” and “Human Cannonball”
The Cows, “Shaking”
Wolves in the Throne Room, “Queen of the Borrowed Light”
Nobunny, “Chuck Berry Holiday”
King Tuff, “Just Strut”
Lost Boy ? “She is a Highlight”

Ok, that was fun.

Every few years I make a dumb zine and I’m all like, please get this trash out of my house, it is embarrassing to be around. It would make a horrible holiday gift.

On the real, there are only 100 of them and the cover is a real live linoleum print. It is 5.5″ x 4.25″. It is $5. I would even take $4 if you are suspicious that it is as sucky as I claim. $5! Includes shipping! Dumb drawings! Deep thoughts!

Do you want one? That’s weird.

Paypal me at dangerpaws @ hotmail.com (don’t bother sending me spam, it would be very hard to tell apart from the regular spam I already get) with yr address. I’ll put it on Etsy if you really want but that sounds like more work. Or you can email me if you want to make a sweet trade or send me a sock full of quarters instead.

This is just a message to the people of earth to warn you that on the 17th I’m flying to NYC–>then on maybe the 21st I am somehow rolling up to BTV (chugga chugga choo choo??)–>then on the 26th my pops and I are headed to LA–>until the 1st when I have to come back to TX and go back to work. Then I think I’m going to the ~Bay Area~ later in January to talk to Bekah about ideas//eat burritos//go to the Walt Disney Family Museum//spend money I don’t have?? Yes. I just said it on the internet so now I have to go!!!!

I still have no idea what I am doing.