Thanks very much for your time and consideration.
Yours Truly,
The Unknown Artist
Greetings, acclaimed Unknown Artist.
.
I live on the East Coast and my personal computer is a good one.
Although old, it is relatively easy to fix. (Most of the component
parts are identified by only single or double digit serial numbers.)
You are more than welcome to repair it by mid summer. (Be sure to
bring plenty of rubber bands and electrical tape.)
.
Respectfully,
Gordon Lee
Great Fritain Royal Memorabilia & Cat Mustard Emporium
M*O*S*H: The chronicles of the wacky first-aid physicians at
rock concerts. Remove selfesteem to e-mail.
Egad! Is it male menopause, or a miserable hangover after a
rotten week, or an epiphany? (It doesn't sound *anything* like an
epiphany.) No matter. Press on. However, unless being gainfully and
reasonably profitably employed for the rest of your days is
*absolutely* enough for you, or you've discovered in yourself an
entrepreneurial fire, take up accounting instead. Computer work can
be pretty dry.
Hmm, having said that, I can see your talents combining to take
you to the position of a highly satisfied and highly paid network
architect.
But let's talk art. Van Gogh is my favorite, but I'm very
appreciative of most of the impressionists. James Abbott McNeill
Whistler's "Nocturn in blue and gold: The old bridge at Battersea"
sends me. I like Pollock and have enjoyed DeKooning, but you know
what? I think the most fun I've had in my life with art occurred
during that brief-but-stunning explosion of Op-art in the '60s, and
the whole Warhol thing. Now, that was fun stuff. Back then, Time
magazine had a crackerjack Art department and what seemed like carte
blanche with color plates. I was in the early years of high school.
Man, I loved it. 19th century British landscape painting <headshake
in awe at the memory> and... oh it goes on. I bought the McCall's
Collection of Modern Art in 15 volumes about 30 years ago, and some of
the spines are gone, but the plates are as gorgeous and beloved as
ever.
And yet... there aren't many paintings I might hang on my wall
that would keep their magic much beyond months. Except for my
wife's-- she's turned out bales of paintings which, individually,
still catch and transport me after decades.
So HEY! Lock yourself in a room for a day with no other object
than having ideas. Ideas of what you might do with what you love.
The more wildly unlikely the better. Give yourself a whole day. At
the very least, it'll be a break.
Regards.
Kirby
>Forget all this art stuff. Forgot about post modernism, post
>structuralism and all thet contemporary art theory. Forget form,
>content, aesthetics, irony, metaphor, juxtaposition, and
>deconstruction. Forget about teaching and learning and collaborating.
>Forget about criticism and discourse and identity construction. And
>definitely forget about the immense global weight of history, culture,
>and power. Instead, give me a good 3 month computer technology
>vocational school to put me on the fast track to the future. By mid
>summer I'd like to be repairing personal computers. Anyone know of any
>good ones on the East Coast?
I've been feeling this way for a couple years.
Being able to repair computers implies being able to supercharge your
own machine to do cool stuff that the weight of academic criticism
won't understand, but will write about anyway. That's their job.
Peter
Dear Unknown, are you certain we are not cosmic twins? Seekers of art
but willing to settle for an A+ cert?
It is very very creepy that the past few days I thought about getting
into web design and was looking up 3 month courses.
Could it be our brain cells conjoined in a post modernist metaphoric
smimultaneous deconstruction? And other stuff?
Or you could just bring your books and come over to my place to work
on The Artist Way together?
Loewv,
Ms Pooie pnats
Thanks for the reality check!
> Hmm, having said that, I can see your talents combining to take
> you to the position of a highly satisfied and highly paid network
> architect.
Hmmm
> But let's talk art. Van Gogh is my favorite, but I'm very
> appreciative of most of the impressionists. James Abbott McNeill
> Whistler's "Nocturn in blue and gold: The old bridge at Battersea"
> sends me. I like Pollock and have enjoyed DeKooning, but you know
> what? I think the most fun I've had in my life with art occurred
> during that brief-but-stunning explosion of Op-art in the '60s, and
> the whole Warhol thing. Now, that was fun stuff. Back then, Time
> magazine had a crackerjack Art department and what seemed like carte
> blanche with color plates. I was in the early years of high school.
> Man, I loved it. 19th century British landscape painting <headshake
> in awe at the memory> and... oh it goes on. I bought the McCall's
> Collection of Modern Art in 15 volumes about 30 years ago, and some of
> the spines are gone, but the plates are as gorgeous and beloved as
> ever.
> And yet... there aren't many paintings I might hang on my wall
> that would keep their magic much beyond months. Except for my
> wife's-- she's turned out bales of paintings which, individually,
> still catch and transport me after decades.
You are truly blessed!
> So HEY! Lock yourself in a room for a day with no other object
> than having ideas. Ideas of what you might do with what you love.
> The more wildly unlikely the better. Give yourself a whole day. At
> the very least, it'll be a break.
>
> Regards.
>
> Kirby
Loev,
Ms Poopie Pants
I like the cool stuff part. It is power power power! The life blood
of their pc lives and dies by your hands! That is powa!
Loev,
Ms Poopie Pnts
<big happy smile> Hi, Ms P. Yes, I really am. Katy, recently
called as a Stake Missionary, took a quilting class to meet people (at
present, she's decided that *quilters* are the best people in the
whole world) and she learned how to use even the smallest bits and
still maintain the proper size and alignment of the quilt block.
She's doing a new one in black and primaries, and she says it's her
best yet. I've thought every patchwork quilt she's ever done was her
best yet... You may think I'm just blind or loyal or silly, but facts
are facts, and the sublime and heart-stopping beauty of her quilts is
enough to give me a little charge unto today, and will be, I expect,
until the fabric is dust. So I am, yes, and thanks always for your
good will. Should you ever find yourself passing through Yucaipa, CA,
do stop in and see us.
Kirby
Ms Pants
Fun. I will bring my books and come over to your place. I want to see your little kiln.
UA