President Obama
Monosyllables and cute
For the past few days and until Friday my job is to write a daily newsletter for a kids’ camp. Yes, there are people who actually do this stuff, and I am she. I’ve been writing things like how important it is to drink lots of water, and that drugs are bad. It’s a kind of law enforcement-geared camp because of where it’s located. Yeah, lots of cutesy crap.
FUCK. Shitfuck damn.
There, I said it.
Thoughts on Frida Kahlo
As my clickthrough rate shows, a lot of people know I went to the Frida Kahlo exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum of Art in May. A large portion of the exhibit was of photographs that had never been displayed in public before. In half the photos of her, Kahlo has this certain look on her face. If she’s looking at Diego Rivera, it’s “I know what you did there,” to the artists’ infidelities with a lolcat reference. If she’s looking off at nothing in particular, or kind of tilting an eyebrow or the corner of her mouth at the camera, she seems to say that she’s discovered the meaning of life, but isn’t going to tell us anytime soon.
Frida Kahlo’s life was one of frequent, intense pain, both physical from injuries sustained in the trolley crash when she was nineteen, and emotional from the ups and downs of her relationship with Rivera and the distance in her family. Her paintings convey all this raw emotion, sometimes even the raw physical suffering symbolized by impulsive swipes of red paint on the frames of graphic and bloody works. Her forays into surrealism are brief enough to emphasize the transcendence of pain into her mental state, and the fact that she was almost entirely self-taught while recuperating from the bus accident provides a neat little footnote to her artistic biography: that Kahlo’s art is suffering, that her suffering became her art.
Things are looking lolcat heavy…
…so here are some advocacy sites/blogs for:
bloggers
gun-toting liberals
common sense
gays in the military
But it’s my birthday…
I’m 21 today. Woo, now I can do everything I’ve been doing since I was 17 but without getting in trouble as much.
I looked up the tag “military” and the largest secondary tag was “politics.” As a weekend warrior, I find that to be sad. Nobody else’s apolitical job is so politicized.
Moar blogs!
I giggled then sighed (and subscribed on Bloglines)…
…and then raised an eyebrow.
Let’s see some talent
The artwork of Lauren Pope…
…a link from Lauren’s page which made me cream myself…
…and because there’s no timely post about Alexander Calder, here’s a guy with a new tattoo.
Holy god, my life is complete
There. Is. A. Lolcat. Site. Just. For. Obama. Kittehs.
Praise be to Ceiling Cat!
(click the damn lolcat)
