Sunday, February 15, 2009

Art!

I know that many girls have experimented with mangling/deconstructing their dolls. I certainly tried my hand at a few times over the years; when I was young, as an expression of morbid curiosity, and when I was older, as a statement of repressed anger.

Margaux Lange, however, has taken the art to another level.

Check this stuff out:



Items like these make me fantasize about how interesting my jewelery collection would be if I had an extravagant amount of money to spend on accessories (these Margaux Lange pieces are, by my standards, on the moderately to overly pricey side).

In turn, fantasies like that make me wonder about the bizarre way that price values are attached to anything that might go into the category of "art". When the "art" label is in place, and practical value is no longer relevant, it all seems to be a matter of charge-whatever-the-heck-you-can-get-away-with.

For example: Damien Hirst's The Golden Calf, a painted bull carcass floating in formaldehyde, which sold for $23,000,000 at auction last September.

Happy Day After Valentine's Day!

Working in a restaurant on Valentine's Day can be an intense experience. By the time I got home last night I was so dazed and scatterbrained that I lost the ability to count.

Jason and I are celebrating a day late. We are going into Boston for lunch in the North End, fun at the Museum of Science and dinner in Chinatown. The museum is housing a temporary exhibit called Mythic Creatures: Dragons, Unicorns and Mermaids.

Unicorns!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Stop being so sensitive!

Around 2AM this morning I crawled out of bed, popped three Aleve and spent two hours on the living room couch whimpering, shaking my fist at the sky and generally feeling bad for myself. Why? Because, my friends, I am perhaps the only person I know who sometimes hurts themselves while sleeping. Two weeks ago I slept in kind of a funny position on my side (I guess?) and when I woke up, my right hip felt like it belonged to a 90 year old who fell while rollerblading down a mountain.

A mountain made of punches.

Anyway, some days I'm fine and some days I limp around like a wobbly pirate wannabe. Stairs are my new enemy. I have also endured a couple of sleepless night because, even while laying still on my back, my hip throbs. This injury is not especially surprising; I have similarly injured my shoulder from sleeping on my side on two or three occasions.

A couple of months ago I went to the hospital for x-rays after developing a horribly painful knee injury. That's right, developing. I hurt it by... walking around? I bruise like a banana, too, and can never figure out how it happened.

What a wimpy jerk body I have!Yup. That's me. Both in name and in love of hamburgers.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

First Sitting


Tattoo and photo by Molly McKinnon

Friday, February 6, 2009

ink!

Today I'm going to see Molly at Witch City Ink to get work started on the sleeve I have planned for my right arm! The theme for the sleeve is "images from books and movies I loved as a kid". Today we're starting with images from The Last Unicorn and The Secret of NIMH.

In anticipation of my big day, I was browsing the Last Unicorn page at IMDb. I didn't realize until now what a totally amazing cast that movie had!

Witness:

Jeff Bridges ... Prince Lir
Alan Arkin ... Schmendrick
Mia Farrow ... Unicorn/Amalthea
Angela Lansbury ... Mommy Fortuna
Christopher Lee ... King Haggard
Rene Auberjonois ... The Skull

That's right. My favorite movie as a child featured the voice talents of the Dude, the Dead Granpa, the Rosemary's Baby's Mother, the Murder She Wrote, the Saruman the White and the Odo. I love it.

Inspired, I decided to check out the page for Secret of NIMH. While there were a couple of fun surprises (like the kid who played Gordie Lachance in Stand By Me!), I was disturbed to find out that little Teresa was voiced by a nine-year-old Shannen Doherty.

Wish me luck!