Oh, hi Dad! How are you? I am fine.
I haven't been doing much, really. Just working. And thinking. What I'm trying to say is that I have nothing to tell you or show you really, per se. Nothing exciting, that is. But why does it have to be exciting all the time? Isn't life just made up of a series of small moments? As Charles Eames once said, "The details are not details, they make the design." Can you tell I'm bullshitting to fill space?
All right, here are my details:
I went to the grocery store and there was a lady carrying this cake over to the bakery section...
Hold the mayo. |
It is true that I find great comfort and solace in the communal atmosphere of my local food merchant. But I think you'd really appreciate where I shop in Chicago because it's a grocery store conveniently located in...The Playboy Building!
Built on the backs of disempowered women! |
Umm, what else...
On fourth of July weekend, Danny Ceballos drove in from Wisconsin and hung out with me for the day. We went to the Art Institute of Chicago. It's quite beautiful. Here are some of my favorite pieces of art...
Posture, young lady! |
I thought this one was rather extraordinary...
Who doesn't love a bunch of nuns with candles? |
Here's Danny sketching his favorite painting which I didn't get the name of...
It's not a purse, it's a tote bag. |
And here's the biggie...
It's the legendary Seurat painting, A Sunday Afternoon. The official title is longer, but I don't feel like writing the whole thing. To be honest, I wasn't that into it. I'm not saying it's not impressive or that it doesn't deserve to be flocked to, but the crowd was about six rows deep and some people were getting their picture taken in front of it. I guess so they could take it home and say, "Here's the proof that I looked at this famous painting- a picture of me squatting in front of it, throwing gang signs." The docents had to yell for people not to use flash photography every 30 seconds or so. I walked through this mob scene and then immediately went back over to my nuns with candles painting and did some deep breathing.
Go ahead! Stare at it, you lemmings! |
Speaking of art and paintings and things I like, I asked my friend Amy to paint that old picture of me and Laura wearing those Halloween masks you and mom used in 1973. That's what I'm using for my EP cover (EPs are records with less than the regular amount of songs on them.) It turned out to look like this...
This was what childhood was like for me. |