Fact for the day, If you spell cerebral poorly enough "cervical" comes up on spell check.

The past almost exists. We can see it, hear it, feel it. It's just out of reach.


I've decided to open the blog up to some more cerebral elements...and yes I did need spell check to spell cerebral. I know that brings into question my ability to do such things. I've had a couple things rolling around in my head for awhile. What happened to art? I know it's a popular subject of complaining, right up there with music today. Now granted I'm nowhere near an expert but here is what I see as a possible problem. It seems to me that some, not all of course, there are still great things being done by great people, but it seems popular today to make a statement instead of something you can tell what it is...welcome to the worlds worst sentence by the way. I shall explain, oh angry internets. Every once and awhile I will venture from my chair all the way to the outdoors to find things to complain about when I get back. Once I went out to a art crawl in Denver, a pretty big one. About half of what I saw was a canvas covered in a single color with texture of some sort. Some used bees wax, others lace, some easily obtained material. The materials were mostly just slapped on, no complex layering or anything. Now I'm not saying that art has to be complicated or time consuming but after seeing about 20 of these I just couldn't help but think that at least some of these were being done because it is easier to make a statement than it is a painting that looks like something recognizable. Perhaps my observation isn't fair or correct but I worry people are taking easy outs because hands are hard to draw. Maybe I don't get postmodern art, maybe I do. I'd hate to see someone slap down some red and some crap he found on his floor, write up a paragraph on his feelings and sell it because he doesn't want to put in the time to learn technique. It reminds me of a story an art teacher told me in school. Great guy. Anyway he was living in a house with 3 others, one of them a different teacher I had that passed away. They were all artists and used the downstairs as a gallery. They were going to do a show but both my teachers were going out of town. The other 2 asked if they wanted to put anything into the show before they left. One of them pulled up his desktop that he did airbrush work on. Just a regular wooden desktop covered in paint and airbrush that went off the page. The other put in a canvas that he found. It had been painted over and was starting to crack so they had thrown it out. He picked it out of the trash, planning to scrape it down and repaint it white to use it again. Instead he wrote a paragraph about how the cracks show the art underneath and some other deep sounding stuff. When they got back from their trip their roommates were pissed, that junk canvas and his tabletop where the only 2 things that sold. He said he was depressed for weeks. I don't blame him. You bust your ass learning to draw, paint or whatever. You practice for years, you spend months creating something. Nobody wants it, but you sneeze in a napkin and leave it on a table, someone makes a bid on it.

Well on to lighter subjects. I've been playing Tron 2.0 for the pc. I think I'm almost done with it, but I think I have said that 5 times already. I keep getting to a point where I'm like "Uh oh, getting near the end. Bet this is the last boss" then the game just keeps going. Part of the game length is probably due to the fact that I drive a light cycle about as well as I drove my big wheel as a child. If I wasn't crashing I was skidding out into the street. I'm not sure if those drivers were marveling at the speed I got a big wheel up to or just freaked out for a second because they thought they had entered a twilight zone and were now enormous. Anyway, I picked it up for my Tron fix while I wait for the arg to pick up. It's a good game, might also try and find a copy of Tron 2.0 killer app for the gba.