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Tuesday, November 11, 2003

 
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this weekend:
* i discovered i wanted to be an art documentarian. but not just any art documentarian, oh, no. i want to be an art documentarian in process.

"process" was an art show at the portland center for the advancement of culture. an artist collaborated with a "documenter" responding with an equally artistic "documentation" of that artist's process:
* a painting with a timelapse animation (sven's favorite: over 12,000 photos were used!);
* a series of 7 paintings, a loose narrative of a car crash, with a music cd (this will apparently become a rock opera at the closing show);
* the penicillin corset w/ an accordian storybook;
* the muscles and tendons of man & the muscles and tendons of arm, with "samples" of the ingredients (sawdust, paint samples, diet pepsi, receipts) collected in jars w/ indexed, neatly-typed label tags. and while that was impressive, the documentation was vastly more extensive, including a montage of the studios, pix of the process, polaroid snapshots in baggies, and a map of portland which marked places & frequency of visitation. whee! (can you tell this was my favorite? it tugged at my ephemeral heart.)
btw, it was really cold in that space! if you go, bring a coat.

* i helped sven weed his back yard in preparation for his landlords to rototill it & replace it w/ bark dust. (yes, bark dust!) it was tough to be coherent enough on a saturday morning, but playing violent femmes helped. it always does.

* later that day we attempted to watch the eclipse. trying to escape what weather.com called "fair" weather but i called "cloudy," we drove to salem & then headed east: almost got to mill town but then turned back to sublimity (!). parked in a dark field which would have been perfect if the clouds had cooperated. alas, by the time the moon broke free, it was already halfway out of the penumbra, and we only got to see it for a few more minutes before the clouds swallowed it again, just enough to verify the shadow was, in fact, moving from half to a tad bit more than 3/4. in an attempt to console ourselves, we stopped for some "otter paws" ice cream cones.

* i saw the matrix revolutions (twice, though i didn't write about it the first time. thanks sven & mark!). everyone else seemed to have liked it well enough even if they weren't thrilled with it, but i really had a hard time with it. to be fair, war movies do absolutely nothing for me, and that's basically what it turned into at the end. it didn't help that the dialogue through the whole movie was truly, truly awful. i have a whole host of unanswered questions & lost threads i'd pursue if i cared about it at all, but it left me pretty numb. i so adored the first one, the second one irritated me quite a bit but still had some fantastic scenes, but the third one mainly bored me. one of my more interesting observations: i'm pretty sure the reason why the neo/agent smith mano e mano fight scene happens in a blinding rainstorm is to obvuscate how cgi it is.
tonight the discussion group met to discuss feminism, but only the group organizer & i showed up this time. this might be in part due to the fact that she didn't send out an email reminder, but it was still a little sad. the good news is doing research for it led me to this wonderfully inclusive article defining feminism ("yes, you are") which i think i will adopt for myself. i think i still prefer "egalitarian" to "feminist," though, as just being a feminist seems too narrow when there are so many other humans who are also treated unfairly.

so we'll try the discussion thing again next month (topic: news media) and see what happens. it turns out she works for kboo which looks like it has fairly eclectic programming, and they're looking for news reporters...

today michael has the day off for veteran's day. i've never worked for a place which gets veteran's day off. hmph. he's been asked to choose what to do for thanksgiving, and seeing as i don't really have any plans (there's no way i can afford to travel), it'll be interesting to see where we end up.

i still have this freaking UTI. argh. i'm out of antibiotics & so there's not much i can do other than go see another doctor. i wish i knew what the last visit cost, but i haven't received the bill yet.

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