as promised i am going to make applesauce-with-cardamon-in-it a major part of my dinner tonight.
a year ago i was here then here.
i bought cds yesterday but don't feel like listening to them. i don't feel like reading tales of the night or getting out the greek or responding to any letters. i don't even feel like watching the hours & hours of syndicated law + order that are on tonight. so i guess i will sit in my room & eat applesauce.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:yesterday:
mischka. frank o'hara, i thought you hated frank o'hara.
me. [blank stare]
mischka.isn't it frank o'hara that you hate? big paintings?
me. frank o'hara is the brilliant dead poet. he was killed in a dunebuggy accident.
mischka. then who is the frank that you hate?
me. frank stella? i don't hate frank stella. he made big black-on-blacks for a while. [pause] oh there's a bad frank stella in the columbus museum of art. is that it?
mischka. yes. frank stella.
me. yes. frank o'hara though writes lots of poems about having a coke. how could you not like that?
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judy. thomas kinkade is such a rip-off. it's all these canvas prints but to make it look nicer they get some guy to paint brushstrokes on it. it's so stupid. he's so moneyhungry.
sometimes i worry that my absolute disdain for thomas kinkade goes against everything i stand for as an art historian. i wish warhol were still alive. i wish oldenberg still had the judson street store. i would go up to andy + claes & say, "tell me what you think about thomas kinkade, the painter of light."
secretly i bet andy would like to have stores in shopping malls, would like to boast "more paintings than the dutch masters!"
