Best SNL sketch in years

Stumble

I used StumbleUpon for over a year. It was unhealthy, so I gave it up as a New Years resolution. I took the button out of my toolbar, and haven't looked back. I still have the bookmarks, however, and have been looking through them for my favorites. Enjoy a few of the ones I've found:

1. Silhouette Masterpiece Theater was created by Wilhelm Staehl, and almost every image brings me joy, but especially this one:
   
   
   
   http://silhouettemasterpiecetheatre.com/
   
   
2. WONDERFUL WONDERFUL WONDERFUL:
   
   
   
   http://www.cabanonpress.com/Gallery/gallery20-Noisy.htm
   
   
3. This is great, but a little NSFW:
   
   http://osocio.org/message/explore_but_protect_yourself/
   
   
4. Some people just have amazing faces, so Simon Hosberg searched New York City for the faces that affected him most.
   
   
   
   http://www.simonhoegsberg.com/faces_of_new_york/index.htm
   
   
5. I'm a big fan of Subnormality by "Winston Rowntree" (not his real name, as he readily admits, but Ruth Little isn't mine, so there you go), but I found this use of comix to be pretty inovative and extremely affective:
   
   http://www.viruscomix.com/page474.html

Printers That Do Not Print

"How can even the perfection of a work of art, its being finished, be conceived? Whatever else is made or produced takes the criterion of its perfection from its purpose, ie is determined by the use that is to be made of it. The work is finished if it answers to the purpose for which it is intended. How is one then, to understand the criterion for the perfection of a work of art? However rationally and soberly one may consider artistic ‘production’, much that we call works of art is not intended to be used, and none derives the measure of its completion from such a purpose. Does not, then, the work’s existence appear to be the breaking-off of a formative process which actually points beyond it? Perhaps it is not at all completable in itself."

-Hans-Georg Gadamer

In “The Retrieval of the Question of Artistic Truth,” Hans-Georg Gadamer proposes that a “work is finished if it answers to the purpose for which it is intended.” And for most objects, that purpose is to be useable, and until it can be used, an object is incomplete. A pair of shoes is not complete until the soles are put on. Until then, they are not useable. Sharp rocks would tear up feet, socks would get wet walking through shallow puddles, hot cement in summer would burn heels. A printer is not complete until it has ink in it. Until then, it is not useable. Sheets of paper would go in blank, and return blank. Sheet upon sheet would pass unchanged through whirring machinery. A shower is not complete until the drain is put in. Until then, it is not useable. The water would clean, the water would rinse, the water would pour—and it would fill the shower, climb up the walls, into the nostrils, down the lungs.

Hans-Georg Gadamer does not ask art to be useable. Hans-Georg Gadamer writes, “Much that we call works of art is not intended to be used, and none derives the measure of its completion from such a purpose.”

So, what then of shoes that do not protect? That invite cuts, scrapes, burns, calluses? What then of printers that do not print? That spill papers onto the floor and into wastepaper baskets? What then of showers that do not drain? That choke and drown and spill over and down the hall and over the stairs?

There are galleries of masterpieces in garages, at yard sales, in the corners of basements, in a spare kitchen drawer. Here are the piles of objects sent to stores with missing parts, whose blades were bent, who lost their screws, who never really worked at all. Here are the piles of objects without a use. But perhaps they still have a purpose. Perhaps they are art.



(Assignment for Expository Writing. My Professor responded, "OK I'll buy that--esp. the 'perhaps' at the end." Big compliment coming from Hosh.)

I wasn't even trying

My friend just posted this on facebook. I didn't even have to look for it. I swear I don't just sit around looking for anything involving Stephen Fry.

Give me one good reason Jeeves wouldn't be a panda!

Here is a little cartoon I drew of Jeeves and Wooster using things I found on my boyfriend's desk.

Minus the teacup. The teacup is fictional.

And for your cultural education:

This amused me no end.

"Aren't you a little curious...?"

"No."

Leaving a building on campus, I found an ice cream sandwich on the ground. It was still in it's wax paper wrapper, and though it was raining, it looked clean. I knew where it had come from. It had come from the buffet lunch going on inside. It couldn't have been there for more than 15 minutes. I wanted to eat it.

So, I picked it up. It was still cold. It hadn't melted.

However, I didn't want the people sitting against the wall to know I was going to eat an ice cream sandwich I had found on the ground. I walked purposefully across the street to the trashcan a hundred feet away, pretended to drop it in, and went around the corner. Then I ate it.

It was delicious.

I will not apologize for loving this song. And I don't need to apologize for loving this scene:

Oh, take me back, my darling!

I love black tea. Earl Grey, Irish Breakfast Tea, Chai. And when I drink my tea with milk and a spoonful of sugar, this is what I sip:

But now, caffeine gives me headaches. I went without for the last month and a half, but Thursday, I made a cup. And today I made another. And damn the consequences.

I really wish I could go see this artist's work in person, because photographs limit the impact. You can learn why here.

A-wooooooo!

"That boy's cheese has slipped off his cracker."

-Trace Adkins