Monday, July 16
youth and beauty brigade
i) "light and stormy"
• light rum
• Goya® ginger beer
• a bit of tonic water to mellow the bite of the ginger beer (!)
• beet juice
• slightly melted homemade vegan mint chocolate chip soy ice cream [soy milk, soy creamer, sugar, telephone brand agar powder, free give-away local organic mint from the co-op, chocolate chips, peppermint schnapps]
• vegan chocolate soy ice cream
• soy milk
• peppermint schnapps
• creme de cacao
• bailey's irish cream
• ice cube
• garnish with mint leaf
iv) "jewish sangria"
• manischevitz concord grape juice
• raspberry vodka
2. so, this sign, or, art, is on second street, just south of spring garden:
i guess it should make me think of james blunt or something, when i go past it, but it makes me think of death cab.
well, and it makes me think: yes. indeed. hurrah. everyyou is, and can probably stand to be reminded. so thanks, thanks for risking corniness to bring us this special public service announcement, o unknown artmaker.
a little while ago i noticed that folks had started tagging, writing on, graffiti-ing, defacing, what-have-you, some of the letters. and i thought: now that is brilliant - whoever comes along, and whether they merely observe or if they choose to contribute, say, or defile, as you will, the artwork - which, after all, forms a blank slate, a large flat white expanse for whatever may come - they are perpetually affirmed in their beauty and worth, and by extension the beauty of their actions. the art, by the statement it quite literally embodies, welcomes all comers. and, beautifully, no matter how many people pile on their tags and messages and drawings, the original content=form of the piece can never be obstructed/destructed, because it is just delineated by the edges of the letters, which are simply attached to the fence.
now, i didn't suppose the artist(s) had this in mind - if they had, how terrifically cool, though if not, the serendipity is perhaps even more so. but i eagerly hoped that people would continue writing on it, and be inspired by others' examples to make their own increasingly varied contributions, thereby becoming simultaneously affirmed and themselves affirming, and creating an ever deeper and multivalent work. public art, indeed!
i biked by yesterday, on my way to pick up the tickets i'd won to see the decemberists, and i noticed that all the grafs had been painted over, in individual blotches. in a white that didn't match the white of the sign(!) it put me in mind of the subconscious art of graffiti removal (watch it if you haven't!). and there is a certain to this palimpsestuous art-upon-art-upon-art, if you want to see it that way. but i liked my idea better...oh well. you are beautiful.
she said "it's hopeless
i'm a slut for the new york times"
*didn't actually invent this on saturday, but i came up with the name then.