Saturday, July 30, 2005

* Meet The Gang *




Not many people can say they have had the same friends their entire life. I am proud to say, I have. Two are missing from this photo. We have really been through everything together. We can go a month w/o talking and still know we are there for each other.

Left to right: Catie (baby on the way), Mel (just had her baby), ME (never going to have a baby) and Sarah (just got married)

missing from photo: Alice and Nerissa!

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Let me tell you about week thus far:

My satellite box was hit by lighting.

My air condition broke down.

The glasses I was forced to buy have been killing me so I had to take them back.

I am up to my nose in Marxist Theory.

I just got home and my electric is out.

Just when you think things can’t get any worse. Try living in Savannah with out air condition and now I can’t even hook up a fan!!!

1913 at Luna Park in St Petersburg



Man With One Eye and One Leg
Stop!
On the street -
where everyone wears,
like a burden,
the same face -
Old Lady TIme just now gave birth
to a huge
revolt wearing a grimace!
What a laugh!
Old-timers went numb when they saw the snouts
of the years that came crawling out;
on the foreheads of cities
anger swelled up into the rivers
of thousand-mile-long veins.
Slowly,
in terror,
arrows of hair rose up on the bald pate of Time.
Suddenly,
all things went rushing off, ripping
their voices,
and casting off tatters of outworn names.
Wineshop windows, all on their own,
splashed in the bottoms of bottles,
as through stirred by the finger of Satan.
From the shop of a tailor who’d fainted,
trousers escaped
and went walking along -
alone,
without human buttocks!!!
Out of a bedroom,
a drunken commode -
its black maw agape -
case stumbling.
Corsets wept, afraid of tumbling
down from signs reading “ROBES ET MODES.”
Every galosh was stern and straitlaced.
Stockings, like sluts,
winked flirty eyes.
I flew along like a violent curse.
My other leg is still trying to catch up -
it’s a block behind.
What do you mean,
you people,
proclaiming that I’m Cripple?
You old,
fat,
paunchy
enemies?
Today,
in the whole, you won’t find
one person
with two
identical knees!!!


CURTAIN

- Mayakovsky, A Tragedy

Saturday, July 23, 2005

* A Few Words *

.......The graphic arts arouse emotions in us by playing upon what one may call the overtones of some of primary physical needs. They have, indeed, this great advantage over poetry, that can appeal more directly and immediatelyto the emotional accompaniments of our bare physical existence. -Roger Fry

Thursday, July 21, 2005

* Why Do You Care *

I don't know when I will be moving!
I do NOT know where I will be working!
I don't know where I will be living!
I do NOT know who is going to help me move!
I don't know how I am going to pack all this up!
I do not know if I want to teach or work in a studio!

STOP ASKING!

I DO know I am 28 years old!

You should be asking me when will I be done with this thesis of mine!

I should look into PhD programs!

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

* Today's Forecast *

Today's forecast in Iraq is a high of 124!! I can't even belive it!

Tuesday, July 19, 2005





Last week, I received a copy of Aleksandr Rodchenko:Experiments For The Future It a series of Rodchenko's diaries, essays, letters and other writings. It is fabulous! I have not put it down since the FedEx guy buzzed my door. For some reason, I started in the back and I am working my way towards the front of the book. I do this with magazines too. I find that I get annoyed with myself when I do this, but I can’t stop. He had a closer relationship with Mayakovsky than I realized. His death was a huge shock to Rodchenko and even questions if he could have prevented it.

He wrote on April 14, 1930

I went to the planetarium in the morning, where I was putting on an antireligion exhibition; Varvara had me summoned to the phone, and said:

“Volodya (Mayakovsky) shot himself.”
What, completely?
Yes. To Death.
Things became strange and bizarre; could we, too, really be to blame for this?
Perhaps we too were partly to blame.
But he’s so strong.
And he collapsed immediately, as if from a bolt of lightning.
But, how can this be?
All the way home I thought of VAPP with hatred.
And I cursed Averbakh and the likes of him
I dropped by home, loaded the Leica, and went to Taganka.
I kept Thinking that maybe, perhaps, not completely......Maybe there’s still some hope.....
But when I entered the dining room and saw the people and the faces,
and that strange quiet......

Hey!
Gentlemen!
Lovers of
sacrilege,
crime,
carnage -
have you seen
the most chilling thing -
my face,
when
I am
absolutely serene?


With this said, they found RIck Tharps body a week ago and have just identified him. Today, the design community mourns the death of one of our best. His work shall live on,like that of Mayakovsky.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

* 4th of July *

Last night, the fireworks were going off as I was sitting at my desk working. Rather, than being envious of the partying spectators, I was happy not to be surrounded my the drunken madness. I was thinking of my father and how he was sitting at home in the living room all alone, while my mother was sleeping in their bedroom. I was trying to imagine what going on in his head, as he was hearing the sounds of the fireworks at the near by University. I made myself sad knowing that he was thinking of all the things we use to do on the 4th. I called him and was almost happy to hear he had just gone to bed too.

After I hung up, there was a knock on my door and then the door opened. I jumped up not expecting anyone and there he was. He was back. I swear he has been put on this earth to see how miserable I can actually get. I cursed myself for not locking the front door when I came in and then made a mental note to get back the key to the secure front door. He can no longer make me miserable. I now take great satisfaction in controlling the situation. This may sound unhealthy, but secretly brings me great pleasure. As he brought me years of uncertinty and now I have the control. When he walked in, he waved a movie in the air and said, ‘You will never believe what I found’. I was thinking, “great I am going to have to spend the next 2.5 hours with you.”