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Chau and B.J.'s notes from Space City

Archive for May, 2009

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Nothing super exciting going on right now. I’m trying to wrap up the year on a good note. Gosh, all these protocols and procedures are driving me crazy! So much grading and paper work—eek. Today, my students had a sub for the first time all year, and I felt like a mother leaving her kids with the babysitter for the first time. Did I leave good instructions? Are they going to clog the drain with acrylic paint and sneak into the storage room? Will they split into rival factions and battle to the death? I know: let it go.

After my meetings, I met up with B and had some of his raspberry lemonade, some frozen strawberry lemonade, and finally a strawberry fruit bar. (That should be enough antioxidants to not only keep Alzheimer’s at bay, but to grow my brain to three times its natural size.) We walked back to his apartment and watched several episodes of Real Housewives of New Jersey, which, given the balance of tangerine-skinned cougars and passive-aggressive catfights between menopausal Italians, was more entertaining than it has any right to be.

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How do you sleep? I’ve found that the best way for me is with one arm behind my head. A downfall about this position is that it makes you more susceptible to getting tickled (I speak from experience). I also prefer to have my toes covered because one, it makes me feel more safe and two, I can’t forget a story I heard when I was younger about a ghost tickling someone’s feet at night. (The storyteller was a priest, so I believe him.) Lately, I like to sleep close against the wall with my blanket wrapped tightly around me. Strange?

As odd as some of my sleeping habits may seem, that position above is the most absurd. What was I thinking? How can that be comfortable? Doesn’t my toe look like a finger?  Enjoy!

Two dresses that caught my eye from Cannes Film Festival.

Cannes_09Devon Aoki, in Robert Cavalli. Rachel Weisz, in Christian Dior. Source: Style.com

I recently wrote a few reviews for Pitchfork. Here are some tidbits.

Ekkehard Ehlers / Paul Wirkus, Ballads
Scientific order and detail abounds, but it is balanced by both members’ free-jazz passion for chaos (in, for one, the lost-in-space tumult of “Ruchy”) and drift (perfected in the soothing tremolo of “Wiem”). This constant motion between precise blitzkrieg and restorative détente sums up the partnership of Ehlers and Wirkus.

Harlem, Free Drugs;-)
Even without clever language or arrangements, their elemental yearning for teenage kicks makes up for that. They may not be adding much to the neo-Nuggets formula, but their channeling of those fuzzed-out relics of rock history is so painstakingly slipshod, so studiedly aggressive, and so exuberantly ominous, that listeners won’t give a fig about the lack of novelty

Isis, Wavering Radiant
For more than a decade, the Los Angeles five-piece has maneuvered between cries and whispers, dirt and polish, bruising noise and narcotic subtlety, repeatedly redrawing the borders of the one genre that accommodates them, metal, as they annex more sonic territory beyond it. This means trading metal’s usual symphony of downtuned riffs for a broader set of digressions and moods

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I’ve been more and more surprised by the opportunities there are in Texas for the visual arts both in the classroom and for artists. Robyn O’Neil is the latest artist to win the Hunting Art Prize—$50,000! She’s also been featured in the Whitney Biennial and Vitamin D.

thesefinalhoursembraceatlastthisisourendingthisisourpast_smallThese final hours embrace at last; this is our ending, this is our past.

This is one of my favorite pieces by O’Neil and when BJ bought an issue of The Believer, it was included as a huge insert.

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A death, a fall, a march: toward a better world, graphite on paper. (Winning piece)

Happy find via Magic MollyWe Love You So, a website devoted to the many sources that shaped the making of Spike Jonze’s adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are. It made me think of my student teaching experience in Pawtucket, RI, where we incorporated the book into a 2nd grade art lesson. 

wildthingsboxA package from Max arrives…

wildthings_coleWild Things getting ready for a dance party…

faith_suitcasePacking a suitcase for the her Wild Thing, Faith…

Afterwards, my students insisted that they danced with their creatures to Rihanna’s “Umbrella.” What you’ll never see: the 3rd graders teaching me how to dance to Soulja Boy!