Printed word addict, obsessive television watcher, and home cook extraordinaire (but only on Tuesdays).
@tofuswalkman I used to worry about not really understanding visual art sometimes, but then I went on a class trip to an art museum in college. I was standing looking at a photograph, just struck by it but not knowing why, and my professor wandered by and said something about how art just strikes us sometimes and that thinking about why it did could be a much more interesting way to experience it. That really resonated with me and I've kept it in mind since then.
But I don't know that I completely agree that biographical information destroys art more than helps it. Some artists put more of themselves into their work than others and knowing a bit of biographical information can sometimes, I think, help illuminate the work a bit. I don't mean the sort of reading where you match events in stories to events in the author's life, because that's far too literal, but knowing that, say, a writer grew up in this place with this particular set of circumstances can bring out interesting thematic elements (or clarify what would otherwise be puzzling imagery). Everything arises from a context, I feel, and not all of it can stand alone absent that context.
But there is such a thing as too much information and it can hinder reactions to art, I would definitely agree with that.
@khaleesi Yeah, I've struggled with poetry and trying to explain it for ages; it only got worse when I shipped off to study literature in a place where virtually all the significant 20th century writers are poets. There is no escape then. I've been a bit terrified of explicating poetry ever since.
I think I'm happier when I just look at a poem along the lines of 'did I like it? Okay' and skip trying to explain why, even to myself. I don't bother trying to figure out the meaning because the odds are pretty good that I just like the rhythm of the words. (I once scandalised a friend by criticising a Yeats poem that turned out to be her favorite because I thought it sounded clunky when read aloud. Sorry!)
I mean, I enjoy looking at certain paintings, but I don't feel the need to understand why I do or even what they mean, so why do I feel like I need to understand all that about a poem?
On Photographer Mark Menjivar Lives the Dream (Spends Four Years Looking In Other People's Refrigerators)
@commanderbanana Definitely not just you. I went through and cleared out a bunch of stuff out of my fridge last week, but there's still, like, ancient half-empty bottles of Diet Coke lurking on the bottom shelf where I dare not tread. I wouldn't want anyone to photograph it right now, that's for damn sure.
On Young Chinese Professionals Celebrate the Single Life by Spending a Collective $5.4 Billion in One Day
Not gonna lie, I would be all over some online shopping deals just for me and my singleness. I don't need an actual holiday or anything, but if anyone wants to send me lots of coupons, I'm fine with that.
@celeec4@twitter Hmmm... angled brushes might just do it. That's my main thing really, just trying to figure out how to make room between the mirror and the brush so that I don't end up accidentally jamming the brush into either my face or the mirror.
@sycofan I was poking around for eyeliner tutorials the other day and I did like this video:
Unfortunately, none of the tutorials solve my particular problem, which is 'how do I apply eyeliner when I have to juggle the eyeliner, my eyelid, and the mirror I need to hold to actually see what I'm doing since I'm hideously nearsighted (and don't wear contacts) and the big mirror in my bathroom isn't enough?'. I took a stage makeup class a few years ago and had a nice big magnifying mirror and even then I had to get so close that I couldn't really fit my makeup brush between my face and the mirror. It's sad.
Oh god, the last paragraph. The last paragraph! I laughed so hard, I think I scared my cat.
All these are fantastic.
Oh man, this movie. When it came out, I was spending a couple hours a week volunteering in the most out of the way office building in town. To get there, I had to cut through the empty lobby of the town movie theatre and for weeks I kept passing the Love Actually poster and wondering how difficult it would be to steal it. It was like all my little Anglophile dreams and actor crushes got together and made the poster just for me.
So now I'm thrilled - THRILLED - with this series.
@iwearaFEZnow It is the worst. I asked for some at the beginning of October and... ugh. Ugh. Asking was exceptionally difficult this time for a whole host of reasons, but it's never been easy. A friend of mine has no problem asking and just kept telling me 'but it's professors' job to do things like write letters of rec, they do it all the time, it's fine', which is only marginally helpful. I always feel like I'm imposing! Even when I have concrete evidence that people are willing to write me letters!
Getting a response of 'of course I'll write one for you' from one of the people I asked did help this time, though.
So godspeed! I'm sure they'll understand.
50% obscure films with actors I have a short-lived crush on
40% films Netflix suggested to me
10% films I actually added to my queue because I heard about them somewhere besides Netflix
And then I get DVDs in the mail and wonder what the hell I was thinking when I requested the DVD in question because the time delay means I forgot why I added them in the first place.
My instant viewing queue, on the other hand, is straight up 100% stuff I'd like to watch at 2 AM. No critically acclaimed stuff here!