However, invisible people are apparently allowed to stand whenever they want.
Chew on this:*
At a get-together this past weekend, I took notice off a wall. Once barren, it is now covered in dozens of sheets of paper.
“Where did this come from?” I asked Rob – who lives there, spilling some Beast foam on his Adidas.
“It’s a site called rasturbation.com” I didn’t hear it right. “Like masturbation, but with an ‘R’,” he tells me.
“Ohh.”
You just upload a picture and choose how big you want it. This one is 10×10 – all you’ve got to do is staple or tape all the pages together and voila – you’ve got your portrait. And it’s cheaper than a poster, that is, if you print it on campus. Just try not to get caught rasturbating in the computer lab.
So of course when I get on to my computer I enter rasturbation.com into my browser, assuming this seemingly new-age artform is hosted by some bohemians creating a website based on some wordplay (who does that anyways?) Turns out, the aforementioned site doesn’t exist, and the correct spelling is rasterbation.com, and the tiled artform has been around for years. (Almost makes me think of the museum scene from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.)
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This might become pretty popular. It might even replace tapestries as the most common piece of room decor and also as the most flammable textile to be hung from a wall.
I finally made it to the Johnson Museum over at Cornell. You know, this one:
This museum has a few permanent collections of art, as well as constantly-changing contemporary collections. But the main attraction at the Johnson is the view. High up on Libe Slope, the fifth floor of the museum offers incredible views of Ithaca and the surrounding areas. The lake, downtown, the hills, and surrounding campuses are spectacular yet humbling.
Being Cornell, though, I thought some of the art would be elitist, high-brow, somewhat snooty and incomprehensible for someone not well-versed in the field of art history. I went to the top floor for the view, but when I scoped out some of the displays, all I saw was this:
I thought you could pick one of those up at the Commons – don’t know why you’d have to go to a museum to see it.
Then, there was this naked chick:
Get some clothes on, hippy.
Turns out that the famed Johnson Museum is no exception to the liberal lifestyle that is nearly normalized in Ithaca. Anyways, if anyone knows of some REAL museums in the area, let me know.
The create-your-own Eustace Tilley contest for the New Yorker is back. Here is a slide show to their winning selections. Check ‘em out!
I found this guy while I was shoveling snow over break.
I saw this face as I shuffled into breakfast on New Years Day. Illegal, sure. Artistic? Definitely.
Faint, as it was done solely in ballpoint pen, and dark, as it is in a bathroom stall. Hill Center, first floor.
Pink Cat DJ, aka PCDJ, as seen at Urban Outfitters, Downtown Ithaca.
Lastly, here eess a Mexican. Hee got tired from being a salt shaker, so he took a napp.
If you were in Ithaca over the summer, and you love America, it is probable that you were behind a humble apartment on Coddington Road to eat meat, drink beer, and celebrate the birthday of our nation. It was there that couches were burned, the National Anthem was sung on repeat, and meat was cooked to sustain such efforts.
If the flags, portable grill, and empty beer boxes weren’t enough to manifest the axiom that America is the land of the free and the home of the brave, the gaze in the distance has to do it.
But America must be celebrated more than just once a year. For that reason, the Internet has brought us motivational pictures, one of which, features this woman…
I anticipate that this next image matches the above person’s worldview:
These images of course represent a righter more conservative-ish side of America. In this country, a melting pot of opportunity and suburbia, there’s a whole lot more than big business, oil and SUVs… there’s also Fast Food. And with fast food comes bitching leftists… Here’s an illustration by one of them:
And of course, with bitching leftists, comes pacifism, opposition of war, and more comics…
I must stress, again, readers, that thacant does not support nor abandon any political biases. We’re students, writers, idea-ists. If we offended you, just settle in around the middle.
This is one of those things too. When we became adults (not sure when that happened, but I’m pretty sure it did) its hard for fantasy-land to cross into the real world. But once something is recognized by a legitimate credible source it usually becomes all the more real. A lot of people don’t like Tim Burton: he freaks them out, not really considered an art form, whatever it may be- a lot of people consider it just down right weird (which it can be.) Preference is preference. I happen to love me some Tim Burton.
Now, I won’t lie to you. Even blogging relationships involve truth at all times. When I was a child I was pretty much afraid of EVERYTHING. Halloween, rubber masks, and Tim Burton’s A Nightmare Before Christmas. I mean come on. I watched that movie years later after having gotten over my fears and seeing it through a new mind…..that shit is SCARY. No wonder I was afraid of it. There is a lot of twisted life going on in that movie……..But now A Nightmare… is beautiful to look at. The movie has groundbreaking technology and imagination, and changed animation ideas and possibilities. For those of you who have overlooked Tim Burton (if you have?), maybe you shouldn’t.
When something like this comes around I cannot ignore it even if my childhood nightmares linger. The MoMA, the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan, has a Tim Burton exhibit. And its running until April! This gives us all enough time to get ourselves there. The last time I was at the MoMA I stumbled upon the Dali exhibit, which was really amazing, and a whole bunch of modern architecture and interior design. It was strange seeing it in a museum but it definitely drew a crowd. Here’s the information- do whatchu gotta do. There is nothing quite like a demented imagination.
























