The new happy family. Del, George and Pica.
George presents to me the horror that is a crawfish. As a Marylander, I feel quite at home dismembering a crab. This creature, however, I display very little talent for.
To the right, my brother sitting in front of a portrait of Gunther von Hagen, the inventor of plastination, at the Houston Museum of Natural Science’s presentation of the travelling exhibit Bodyworlds”. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of the exhibit – though it was certainly fascinating, Gunther was definitely presenting himself as an artiste with both an educational and aesthetic agenda – and though I thought the ability to look inside our innards was pretty fascinating, I think his aesthetic was… unaesthetic and his sense of morbid humour wasn’t very funny. The slips of religious philosophy also were something that rubbed me slightly the wrong way. I guess I liked it from an educational stand-point, but trying to take it that one step further, the aesthetic didn’t Live up to the physicality of the medium.
Man, for as well as we did last year, this year I’m getting awfully, awfully familiar with a particular letter that goes something like “thank you for your submission to our festival. Competition was especially stiff this year and though we’ve seen a lot of great submissions and you guys are awesome n stuff, I’m afraid we simply can’t accomodate all the fantastic musicians…” blah blah blah. Getting tired of getting turned down. If you’re reading this Journal, it’s probably because you think we rock and think these people must be insane. Oh My GOD. Wish us luck at Susquehanna Music and Arts!
Coming home from Texas, flying over native Maryland’s waters and glisteny glisteny groundstuffs. Though I Love hanging out with my brother and I was excited for my mom, who was driving home – I was really glad to just have a three hour flight and an in-the-air snack between me and Charm City.
