photo from my short life as an apathetic dancer for Das Racist’s performance with Leslie Dick at the Whitney (http://www.whitney.org/Events/LiveOn5SongsLeslieDick). The lecture/performance was apart of the Whitney’s biennial performance series: Live on 5 Songs. The series was curated by artist/sculptor Martin Kersels. While his sculpture was aesthetically make-shift, it definitely made for an interesting and quirky performance space.
I’m a huge proponent of “contempxualizing” traditional ideas and concepts. And the linking of Das Racist’s music with Lacan’s mirror stage could make for an interesting addition to psychoanalytic discourse. But Leslie’s lecture, while accompanied by great video projections, was at times elementary. Nevertheless, I had a good time.
I literally laughed ’til I cried and Sam just looked at me like a crazy person! I’m sure my first born will do something like this.
This is old and I don’t know about the NFL or who Bernard Pollard is, but this guy obviously had an earlier career at Chippendales or perhaps he’s a down low brother that can drop it low. This is just hysterical.
HELL YEAH ! This will be a dope show …seriously!
I mean it, I’m not stating this because 90% of the crowd will be Wesleyan Alum or Affiliates. All these dudes create great dance worthy musica!
And my boyfriend is djing in between sets !!!
Which creepy robot am I?
note: Performing super swift, rigid, robot moves with plastic gloves on in the middle of winter will spur tendinitis in fingers!
Okay. So…I don’t know what to say about this. I just get angry whenever I see it. I know this is supposed to be funny, or satirical or something. I can’t determine what makes me most upset. Watching these McNugget commercials of seeing black people in KFC or Kool Aid commercials ?
I won’t rant about the media and America’s love for black coonery. I’ll just sit with a look of confusion on my face.
As if one wasn’t enough!!!
This weekend, Sam and I watched Konec srpna v hotelu Ozon, translation: End of August at the Hotel Ozone. There are soooo many things I could say about this bizarre film. While watching End of August, I remember thinking, “this ish is just bizarre. I have no clue what these chicks are doing.” But I couldn’t turn the movie off; I was invested in the outcome in an odd way. Once I understood the characters were supposed to be young women, in a post apocalyptic world, looking for mates and obviously bored to death. I began to root for them; hoping they’d find some men and make some babies for the sake of humanity.
But then they murdered a non-threatening stray dog, for no reason except to indulge in killing. And then they killed a grazing cow, possibly with an intention to eat some meat. But the action wasn’t goal oriented; it was indulgent, grotesque and possessive. And lastly, before leaving the hotel to find people, they murder the Old Man in order to take his gramophone. [Sorry if I spoiled the film for you]. As the movie concluded, I’m cursing all of humanity and hoping these savage women spend the rest of their lives in search of people that do no exist. And I’ve realized that’s the point of the film. So obviously it was successful. And its stark and eerie form was intriguing to watch.