Is It Art, Science or a Test of People?

Is It Art, Science or a Test of People?

Well, yes and no.

this actually sounds like all those experiences you imagine as you shift from foot to foot in front of the sign that says "occupied"

Yikes! I just had a flashback to yesterday, and imagined a mime school where they teach acting out emoticons.....

 Well, hmmm - the people who choose to interact with the installation become part of the work. How come this exhibit is OK'd when Health and Safety have banned fairground helter-skelters. Call me old-fashioned, but I think, given the right promotion, a load of cat puke on a rug, including bits of grass and nicely framed could sell for thousands.

It definitely took some thought, cleverness and Presentation ... Sort of a Highly Modified CUBIST Concept ... a little too, "Modrun" for me, and I wouldn't actually call it, "Art" ...
RODIN is Art ... REMINGTON is Art ... GEPPETTO was Art ... This looks like a Door Stop ... or a Pay Phone Stand in a Fritz Lang Flughaven ... (Salvador Dali meets Tim Leary) There is no Soul in this, and it speaks to Nothing ... I can just imagine the Fops who think this is Art, in a Class with Van Gogh, or Modigliani ... and God Help Us, they are allow'd to Vote !!!

Social experiment as art.  I'll go down there today and see if its worth the  debate. .    

I hope none of you has anyone flying Australia's national airlines Qantas. There's an industrial dispute that has just turned into a crisis with all flights grounded without notice. Staff will also be locked out at 8am on Monday. 17 000 passengers around the world have been affected by grounding 108 planes across 22 countries. Pay dispute plus job security as QAN wants to move some resources to Asia. I sympathise with the workers but QAN will go bust as it just can't compete

Sounds fantastic! I will definitely go to experience it. And no, I wouldn't consider it 'art' though.

Re topic today, our new art museum museum here is one of those "visitor experience" places. This includes a working model of the digestive system with accompanying smell of enzymes etc. It takes a dump daily at 3pm and yes, with smells too! Because of the occupational hazards, the staff in attendance work 2 hourly shifts. And oh! There is a vagina wall with 150 models of different colours and sizes moulded from real women

Art,  like  beauty,  is  in  the  eyes  of  the  beholder.....    That's  my  story,  and  I'm  sticking  to  it.

Hazel- You're right there have been exhibits her in NYC where elephant dong was the focus of the media attention.  I remember a few years back when an artist made collages of pharmacuticals.  Art or temptation?
 
I'm sure there is someone out there who culd paint with cat puke, depending on what the cat ate it could make an interesting exhibit to a limited audience. 

Growing up in NYC I've been exposed to a variety of different types of art from the old masters to the avant garde, I've had a chance to see it all.  Some of it, I understood to be among to be the best in the world, some I understood to be groundbreaking because the artist created a new genre and some I just didn't get!         

And who will tell the emperor that he has no clothes?  Some art can move me to tears and some, such as that described, can cause me to just cry.  No, I don't get it.

Dunno if it is art.

Dunno if it is science.

But do know that it will make some folks testy.

Art? Science? LSD induced trip?   Honestly,  there is nothing that sounds like an aesthetic experience----it's more like a souped up carnival fun house.     But I guess art and beauty are in the eye of the beholder.   Hmmmm......there is something about it standing the test of time, too.....which this probably won't. (Unless you do experience it and have recurring nightmares.)

And may make some participants happy....I don't know. Wish I could go check it out with SWBIGCATS (welcome) and JULIA.

My favorite museum is a little gem on 12th Street and Fifth Avenue called the Forbes Museum. It is quite small and filled with the Forbes' family's collections of many things including Fabarge eggs et al, toy soldiers, incredible paintings by Grand Masters and much more. It is never crowded. You can spend as much time as you like gazing at works of art that take one's breath away and end up quite grateful to them for sharing. In addition, the water in the water fountain is icy cold delicious NYC water (the best, seriously) and the rest rooms are deluxe. Well. Maybe I should get myself down to the city more often.

This type of interactive things would make many people sick.
I hope they have a really good clean up crew.

Andy- I've told the emperor many times that he needed to cover up.  I was on the Guggenheim Young Collecter's Council for 15 years and I had no problem voicing my opinion.  That seems to be the problem though, that most people are afraid to say what they think.  I don't care.  Everyone is free to disagree with me. 

Galleries are a great place to showcase the work that inspires the debate is it art or not.
 
I never enjoy the virtual reality exhibits. They make me nervous.  I think of them as rides on an art inspired theme  park. 

Heading to 325  Bowery now!

sjwbigcats~ Welcome. Now, of course, I'm dying to know if you really have/work with big cats.

Reading this I feel a bit like Charlie Brown after Lucy analyzed the cloud formations and he opined that "I was going to say it looked a bit like a Quack Quack."
 
If experiencing the world is the whole point, then I'd prefer to go birdwatching.
 
However, I guess it's better than substance abuse to create the same effects.  And, everyone by now knows that art is a selling game--who you can sell on your point of view.  They are very successful because most people are too self-conscious to be like Charlie Brown. I guess we start drilling it into kids in kindergarten that it is not nice to be disrespectful of other people's opinions--by grad school it's a fait accompli.  But then, what we would do without the likes of Sterne. 

Bienvenidos Cats

I have a piece of art I created called "drive by paint ball shooting" from my skateboard days. My wife sticks it in the attic. I get it out again. Van Gogh's art I believe did not sell at all until he died. If you become great by dying, I prefer to be obscure.

I sure enjoyed mud wrestling though technically it is not a true sport.

Going back a day or two, a good part of the freedom adventure is "options" to say yes or no.. Artists have backers, sell their art, starve, or find something else to do. To the protesters use your purchasing power, money does talk. Loudly.

I'm a simple man when it comes to art, i either likes it, or not so much.

If, after viewing/experiencing someone's 'efforts', i would be afraid of bumping into said creator on a lonely street or dark alley;...... I probably didn't

If it is nothing more than shoving the obvious in my face,... Nope

But i bet it is impossible for me to roam around and not find sonething that i really enjoy.

I think it is pretty neat that art can stimulate such a wide variety of responses.

Oh, now I get it:

It's the latest of those new, high rise buildings in Dubai.

It would have been nice to have had one of these fun house museum experiences available when we did road trips with Granny and our, at that time, only two grandchildren.
They were gamers all and, as if that were not enough, the kids were docents at the Milwaukee Art Museum. A gem on the Lake Michigan shore.

http://www.mam.org/

I got to know it very well in 1960 when my little brother was a patient at Children's Hospital  not too far away and I was shooed off while he underwent some kind of treatment.
After supper, I would read to him and his five or six mostly inner-city ward mates before they were tucked in.
No, no I did not read any of the books they piled up for me. It was either something I had brought or written on the long bus ride.
Everybody should have that kind of audience once and I bet some of you have.






 

VeraM~ I'll come birdwatching with you.
Whats for lunch? I made scambled eggs on cheesy toast.

Hazel, Andy, Vera - I'm in agreement with you....Sounds like a put-on to me: So many "artists" seem to try to pull the legs of the public and succeed when a reviewer raves about their "cutting edge" experience. The emperor's new clothes came to my mind, too, as I see it did several others!

As Stoney opined, it reminds me of the old carnival "Fun House" in which reality is distorted, and the visitor is scared some of the time. Not my cup of tea at all. I still admire chiarascuro in Renaissance art, and other reality artists like Wyeth.

How square of me. But, as said, art is in the eye of the beholder and some of those sickening experiences described in the topic article ("having one's nose smashed into a tree") - no appeal at all. Cat puke on a rug, indeed!

My reaction to this topic, Mr. P, is simply, "Don't give him any of my taxes from the Feds' support to the arts."

Good morning CAT...............
 
When I read about the saline tank where you & your friends float au naturel I thought, "bacteria floating device." uuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk....................... like PL so aptly says, I'm paraphrasing & I hope he doesn't mind, each to their own. I actually really screwed up your words PL..........you said it well.......me, not so much.................
 
CHEFD.................thank you for the tip about the Forbes, it sounds like a hidden gem!!!!!!!!!! I just wrote it down in my little leather book of treasures..................this summer we went to MIT's mariner museum...................a tiny jewel box of amazement & FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
And now to food...........I'm going into town, the world's my oyster......................lunch & a tiny bit of Christmas shopping.......................a reuben sounds mighty fine, but so does just about everything. When I went to the post office this morning I took the gas can rather than the dogcar as it is soooooooooooooooo humiliatingly disgusting..................it's kind of fun to fill the tank w/ a gas can...............kind of macho................& they had BRIM's cotton  candy in a bag.............I could not resist a bag..................tonight, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........................
 
JULIA..................have a New York kind of day for me.................some espresso, a pastry or cookie & adventures! I will have a small town southern day for you!

Stoney~ I would love to read to the young that couldn't wriggle away, and, I would read from the Village, trying a different voice for each of all Y'alls.....as to the "ART" of these museum displays, I think it is exactly the emotions we are voicing here,that go on in some folks to say "no,no, thats not the way- - THIS is the way"  and then they begin to try and display the art in THEIR mind....it becomes a way of life for some,trying to define what they saw as wrong with what they viewed....it is purely an individual's view...   I have seen art that made me think the artist would have benefitted by corrective lens glasses

BEEBS!!!!! Forbes is free also--forgot to mention that! Cotton candy? You decadent girl...due to popular demand I am making more plum crisp but this time with red raspberries in it as well. The question still remains...poached salmon or stuffed shells..... We are supposed to be getting h it with snow but I think we'll just get rain and I AM the Weather Witch around here.

Fair Weather everyone whether the sun is out or not...

KYC thinking about you

When something new is introduced into the mix, there is not always an
appropriate word to describe it.  Sometimes it is easier to say what it is not
than it is to say what it is. Like Eli always says there was genius before there
was language.  Good art is both mathematical and scientific. Good science and
good math are both artistic to those who appreciate the work. Carsten Holler
appears to be a student of R. D. Laing and his Politics of Experience
which puts another spin on the bottle.
 
ChefDeb, I walked past the Forbes once when it was open
and I was pressed for time and once again when it was closed.  The
first occasion, I may have opted to stop elsewhere for a cupcake only
because cupcakes do not make such a demand on my time.  My next trip to the city
I will make time for the visit.

There was a great little museum across from the Central park that we wandered by,and as it was open,wandered in...spent the rest of the day ...  it was,if memory serves,a Museum of New York's history.  It was very cool, not expensive,and tho Carole was an NYC native, she had never been. 

bebe ~
If you get that close, don't pass on an hour or two in Stuyvesant Square… a living museum and handy to Starbucks.
The east side has an AM dog park but the west is quiet and nice-r.
I'll be there next week at this time and willing to spring for coffee.

RY The Museum of the City of New York. It used to be at 103rd & Fifth across from Central Park But I THINK they moved to fancier facilities. Great place! Glad you went there.

STONEY & BEBE--absolutely the West side of Stuy Park...MY neighborhood! Unfortunately I believe that anywhere is handy to Starbucks nowadays. Used to be my spot, Pie In The Sky, that was THE place to get coffee (amongst many other things)in that neighborhood.. Sorry so many family run cafes are losing out to the big guys (but don't get me wrong---I'm in Starbucks much more than I care to admit and I love their pastries). Stoney have you been to the Forbes Museum? Its worth a trip alone or with a group...

PAOLOS--next time, do it. The hours may be problematic--they have a weird day off if I recall. It was the perfect stop on the way to Washington Square with my kids when they were little. Everyone was happy. It never failed to lift my spirits and make me say Hallelujah Life!

I hear that snow is falling for some in New York City - what a romantic story to tell - walked to a museum, slid down a funhouse slide, floated around in warm goo with a bunch of people I didn't know, took a pill that made everything groovy, then stopped at a deli for hot cocoa and a slice of warm apple pie with cheese on it.

Well, at least the walk in the snow, hot cocoa and pie sound great.

I'm off to the SoCal equivalent of an experiential museum today - driving to a very different part of town than I've ever been to to pick up a Halloween costume. I have GPS and a friend coming along, so I should be safe...

Happy Saturday to all!

MISS JULIA:  THATS the Spirit !!!  Stick To Your Guns !!!

Off to see The Rum Diary.- I was thinking about Hunter's words- '"Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words
like Love, that I never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't
have much faith in them and I am no exception-especially the big ones like Happy
and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when
you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I
feel at home with these, because they're scrawny and easy to pin, but the big
ones are tough and it takes either a priest of a fool to use them with any
confidence. "' TT-Being a fool in love. Now that's the ticket. Taketh the ride.

That Campbell's soup can or cans by whosits will never be art to me.  But it was certainly art to some.  I couldn't and can't help but think whosits is Wherever, and he's still laughing.  Maplethorpe's more in your face outrageous nudes aren't art to me either - had he not chosen shocking subject matter for his photos, would he have been considered a great photographer.  I don't think so.  Like the latest pop up restaurant, he was considered "it" less for skill, more for his personal and professional shock value.   In my humble opinion, of course.  But I live in Wisconsin, and I just saw on "Top Chef" earlier today, Lorraine Bracco spew her soup across a table at Rao's because someone said it tasted like it reminded them of a soup that could have originated in Wisconsin not Italy...and Bracco made a scrinchy face and brayed "Wis-KON-sin?!!!' like it would kill her palate or something...  Anyway, what was the subject?

"it reminded them of a soup" -- Wisconsinite making typos in above post..pardonnez me.

When my children were very young, they did some finger painting using yellow paste on red paper.  I framed three of these pieces of art and hung them in our living room.  We were often asked about them and I would see people looking at them, heads tilted slightly, wondering who painted these modern pieces. 
 
So glad someone turned to food -- it's snowing like crazy here; more like February than pre-Halloween so. we're having chicken livers wrapped with bacon, stuffed potatoes and just to appease the health gods....some kind of green vegetable......and oh yes, of course, a little wine for the cook.
 
We went to Outback last night for dinner -- they offer the neatest thing:  three mini (4 oz) margaritas in a stand.  Each one a different flavor.  Now that was art.

Andy---if only.........I wish I could get my husband to eat chicken livers.  Sadly, even with bacon he wouldn't touch them.  It does sound awfully yummy to me, however.   And everything is better with wine.....is that maybe why they serve it at art gallery openings? (insert proper emoticon)

Bebes, i like the direct way you phrased it better. Honest Injun i do.

Now if any of you would like to experience a cosmically creative artist endeavor that captures the spirit while allowing your mind to travel both far and wide, high and low.....well would ya?...... I just happen to be painting the kitchen and have plenty of paint as well as extra brushes. I'll order pizza.....

Museum: a space filled with interesting objects that stay put while the persons wishing to view them, move… at their own pace.

A couple years, ago almost to the day, the first meal I had after being released from a Manhattan hospital owing to a nasty gastro attack… sautéed chicken liver atop linguini with marinara at Pete's Tavern on East 18th St. with two Sierra Nevadas.

Carol ~  I think it has something to do with it not being good for him :)  And the wine?  I'll drink it and remind him of how good I look IF he would drink it too.

I love my MOMA horizontal striped tie I got in the early 90's. I wear it as art.

A young woman had to tell us today what we knew was coming but kept hoping we wouldn’t have to hear, for who really is ever ready for it:

One ever so close to both of us is in his final hours.

She did it with science – the science of truthfulness, directness.

She did it artfully – with warmth and compassion and soft patience, so that we could absorb it in a measured, acceptable way.

Science and art carefully woven together that made her telling of it, our hearing of it blend in such a special way that the giving of it, the receiving of it made it blessedly easier for each of us.

Yummmm! Chicken livers! One of those rare, but delicious treats! There is a place near I-75 in Cartersville, The Fruit Jar Cafe, that has them only on Wednesdays....worth the 20 min. drive. I also make them at home occasionally.

In the 60-70's we made the hors d'oeuvres "rumaki" with chicken livers, a water chesnut, wrapped in bacon, then broiled til the bacon was crisp....most folks did not know the meaty part was a segment of chicken liver. Very popular.

Where is it snowing? Sister of sig-other is driving from Nova Scotia to Fla. and said they got snowed in somewhere up there along the east coast. Is it common to have snow in October? We are just cold, windy, and rainy here in N. Ga where the leaves are beautiful, but the wind is quickly putting them on the ground.

Andrea, where are you that it is snowing so? Are you still making pottery? Now, that it art! Just work and talent, no fakery about it.

lotlot---I'm so sorry for the shadow that crossed your path......may you soon be find sunshine in your lives again........

lotlot ~
So sorry.
October has always been exit month in our clan but suddenly: different without being better.
Closure? Never believed in it. We just get good at stepping around the holes.
Sometimes it seems that every holiday is the first without somebody. Maybe that is why we start to treat them all like the last one with everybody.  
Peace come over you...

LOTLOT- big hugs to you...

Chicken livers? Not so much. I do make a Chicken Liver Mousse that I really like but it involves copious amounts of brandy, sherry and butter. My son, however, King of what he calls Hobo Cooking, likes nothing better than to saute up a mess of chicken livers to have with his eggs. Do get many Rumaki requests from clients,

Calves liver...ah, that I love.

It is supposed to be snowing here in S.E. CT. but its only raining.

   CHefDeb, I LOVE the Forbes. Visiting frinds near it, years ago, I wandered into it, and went back every visit.  A gem it is, you  are correct.  (And there's good food there...or was then.) 
 
   Lotlot and KC, warm wishes.
 
   A time to write, in reponse to "What do you think? " What____ thinks" but opinions are varied this day, and punctuated with delicious things luring the mind from The Topic.   I have been a museum docent in the local one, Stoney; your experience reading sounds just like you, and I'm glad you were there to do it.  (Docenting: I soon learned, if there were children, to show them the nudes first, to get laughter out of the way.) 
   
   In an early year of Spoleto Festival USA in Charleston, we, our friends, and our collective four children entered a gallery to find a large collection of paintings and drawings of pubic hair.  Just pubic hair. The children (7-8years old)  had been to many museums in various cities, but giggles ensued, wouldn't stop.... 
 
   mooseloop, who makes pottery? You?  
 
   On Topic, I'm perhaps not entitled to an opinion, unlike Julia who can visit it.  But my instinct says Don't go.  I'm not too narrow to appreciate a new perspective, but we make choices every day (freedom!!), and I choose not to visit this one.  
  
   Enjoy the snow, Northeast!! Send some our way.  Not that it stays on our ground when it does come, but we go insane at the prospect. Newscaster said NYC keeps records to 1860's, and this is their first October snow this serious.

ChefDeb----would you rather have the snow or the rain?  I almost think when that happens here in KS., that I'd rather have the snow.  It's prettier, it keeps more people off the roads, and puts those out on their guard against freezing conditions and black ice situations.  Either way, I'd be snuggled up warm and cozy at home, anyway.

In the past I've been a docent at the Spencer Art Museum on campus here and thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.  (And the wonderful background teaching/materials....WOW!)  It's quite a gift to be able to see a child (for I only did childrens' tours) lose the bored face and become engaged with what they are seeing.  We have a some hands-on experiences, but the majority of exhibits are visual and when kids really see what they're looking at--the backstory, if you will, or the vibrancy or the craftsmanship---oh my goodness!  Suddenly it's not just another trip on the bus to a museum, but a real experience that touched their hearts.   And Georgia, you're correct....go to the nudes first.  However,  those initial reactions to the nudity and pubic hair "art" are not just necessarily out of embarrassment, but a hearkening to the joy of the essential earthiness of our natures and really an appreciation for the sensual pleasures that life offers to us.  

To me are is something that tells a story or suggests a story.What brought us to this point and where is this going. Art should not just allow you to use your immagination but hint that you should do so. It is for this reason that I enjoy western/outdoor art more than any other.Paintings and sculptur by Russell or Remington or the more modern aspect of Maynard Dixon or a scene from today seems to make one want to help finish the story, or create a start of a adventure that resulted in the piece you are observing.This makes art come alive and seem more exciting. At times it may be with a bit of whimsey and tongue in cheek but that is part of the fun and enjoyment of going to an art show or to a good gallery. There is more than just brilliant brush strokes and vivid colors and lifelike people to make viewing interesting and worthwhile.

  Carol, I couldn't agree more:  Children giggle because they're for a moment uncomfortable about not knowing how to react.  They rise to the occasion, though, and My two are well beyond giggles-at-nudes now. 

Georgia~I once worked in the Store at the Morris Museum of Art in Augusta - surrounded by amazingly artful things that could be taken home. My favorite days were the Winter rainy ones, almost empty museum, looking out over the Savannah Riverwalk, sharing Dove chocolates with the security guard.

I like your description, rwh1, art that hints that you should use your imagination. My favorite painting, 'Bayou Teche', had so much story before and after to tell.

Lot ~ So sorry to hear of your sadness; nice to have someone caring and respectful with you though,  Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
 
Moose ~ We're in the northwest suburbs of Baltimore and it is snoooooowing.  We have a few inches and, since we live at the top of a very steep hill, have helped put several young men through college with snow removal. 
 
I still do some work in clay; hand built sculptures, figures mostly.  I have a lot of fun with it; thanks for asking. 
 
Mine started out as Rumaki, but my husband would pick out the water chestnuts, so it became easier to just skip them.  As you mentioned, people do eat it without knowing it's chicken liver.  My granddaughter asked me to make that stuff that I make with bacon.
 
Chef Deb ~  Ah yes, calves liver too.  And to think all those years that my mother was force-feeding us liver (eat it, it's good for you) and we were doing the gag, retch thing.  Who knew?
 
Stoney ~ Yessssss, one more of those wonderful Italian dishes that I love.

Lotlot~ I neglected to send love and hugs to you and yours. My heart goes out to you and your family.

  TTypical, we've hit 58, and I leave y'all to it....'night

Just back from the competition and the Newnan HS thespians took first place in the regionals with their production of Antigone.  Our daughter, a proud member of the cast is beaming.  On to state!

Coolish but not going to start wearing socks. Love to loaf in my loaders sans sox year round if possible. But when the tan goes, the 20 year old black Guccis have to be put away lest my ankles and calf regions look anemic. The Rum Diary circa 1960 island fashion had its moments. Some scenes of Puerto Rico that made me hungry and thirsty.

rwh1 ~ Years back, I had the honor to work a job in upstate New York and used the opportunity to visit the Remington museum. 
It's in Ogdensburg on the St. Lawrence river. I arrived in time for the
spring thaw.  I was very impressed by the scope of his work both his
sculpture and the paintings.  I am also a big fan of Zane Grey novels. 
They both provide a good bit of insight into our wild, not so distant
past.

paolos- kudos & as the old boy wrote:

Like father like daughter,
passionate, wild…
she hasn’t learned to bend before adversity.

My daughter and My strongest bond is our work in the theatre.

Cheers!

Andy ~ Stoney is Italian?

lotlot ~ Many a prayer for you and those close to you.

Tommy ~ She works hard at it and loves it. The best I can do is play the
clown.  Everyone has his niche.

Paolos----if you'd been in the cast you'd have been proud, but it's your daughter we're talking about here so it's more than just pride.   It's pride squared!  Enjoy the exquisite joys of the moment with her...........and make sure you have many pix and programs to remember the moment by.

Just rolled in from an excellent dinner party which, strange to relate, featured chicken liver pate.
A lotlot of love to lotlot.
Duvet time. Nos da dear people. x.

Paolos ~ ;)

Paolos- As the song goes, "Everybody loves a clown..."

MISS CAROL:  Well Put !!!

As LBJ said "Son, in politics you've got to learn that overnight chicken shit can turn to chicken salad."  I used to go to a resturant in Chicago called Carsons and unless I was dreaming they kept this large tray of pate and crackers for the guests waiting for tables. It was good and after a couple of ales and some slathered crackers of that stuff, I had to switch to a small rack of ribs.

Andy- My partner lives in Columbia with our office in Laurel. I am often seen slithering around your area looking for crabcakes and softshells.

TOMMY with reference to LBJ's remark about "Chicken shit turning into chicken salad " it made me laugh cuz as a cooking teacher/supervisor/advisor I always have to remind trepidatious cooks that it is all pre-shit. Just little o pposite. Tommy I never wear socks.

CAROL I much prefer the rain. Later on maybe a few picturesque snowfalls would be nice, but the amount of shovelling, plowing, slushing and general chaos as if it didn't snow Every Year is far too tsuris for October.

GEORGIA--I am so glad you found the Forbes! Sort of an amuse-bouche museum as it is so small, but what a gem.

STONEY -- you always make me homesick as you take me about my neighborhood!

PAOLOS--kudos to you and your progeny!

oops .. far too MUCH tsuris or agita if you prefer for October.

CD- ...thass funny & glad to know you belong to the Sockless Society. Us and Einstein.

Didn't the midwest get the early October snow last year?  Or is my memory skewed?

Reading glasses must be lifted by gremlins and hidden in another dimension for amusement.

Inching toward the century mark, in between the Badgers and Buckeyes beating each other up.
Sport as art.

Sport as science, sport as test of people.  Maybe Carston's exhibit is more akin to sport.  Then again, sport has soul.  Is that correct, Ivan?

Interesting that Johnny Depp's character was reading Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner in The Rum Diary. But I say-

"They groaned they stirred they all arose."

Time for more profound posts methinks.

Methinks those Badgers are groaning.  Another unbelievable finish to a game.

T ~ I know we could flood the site with one liners to move us past the century mark.  It would be an artificial victory at best.  We could Bert our way over and it would be a hollow victory.  We could implore the villagers to waken to the challenge, but most need their rest.  I say that for a Saturday ninety is a ripe old mark.  But it is your call.  I won't even play the sympathy card this time and tell the ladies how badly you need those hundred comments to trade for a new pair of shoes since someone with the same name took yours out from under your feet while you were snoozing. Not tonight I won't.

P- I lay down my sword, sir. As Dylan crooned, don't think twice, It's alright. Getting carpal thumb iPhone syndrome anyway. My work here is finished. Thx Bud.

Ha ha! Looks like Mr P isn't going to give us a new topic until we top 100.

Haze- ah yes. Nothing is ever quite what it seems. Now is it? That relation between artist and public via the work of art Sartre calls “gift-appeal".

It is finished...Dad moved on to the great beyond at 11:18pm October 29th 2011.

He will be missed but heaven will be rejoicing tonight.

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You can catch up by clicking the link. Your prayers and thoughts have been richly noted in this quarter and much appreciated.

I must be off...

O, KC~  sure the village will assemble to give you a group hug.

KC...so glad I popped by. My sincerest sympathies. That is a nice photo, somehow I feel, a testimony to the rich legacy in the lives he has left behind. It is finished, yet, he lives on. Prayers of comfort and strength for you and yours....Pat

KC   so sorry for your loss of your dad's companionship and strength....peace and comfort to all.

How's that Mr. KYC? The village has gone respectful, dark and quiet and the train sits silent on a siding somewhere.

KC ~ most sincere sympathy Tommy ~ almost neighbors! Hazel ~ Ya think? I was wondering why we're still on this one -- thought maybe it was as an old "Twilight Zone" episode where there was a man driving his car down a familiar road.  He kept hearing a "tap, tap, tapping" and would say that he could swear he's done this before.  It turned out to be that he was a character in a book, that the writer was stuck, or having "writer's block" and would type (that's how old this was, it was on a typewriter, a manual, upright, typewriter), "it was a dark and lonely road........." then next, he would tear it out and start over.

KC- Prayers are with you and your family. Peace and Blessings.

Hazel ~ three more to go; well, now, two more to go and maybe we get a new topic

Hope so, Andy~ I was bored with this one half way through yesterday.

At least I can make it a Century.....

OK, then, 100. I think whoever (whomever?) is supposed the press the New Page thingy just plain forgot.
So what will it be? Food? Has anybody seen Floyd?
Houseguest~ love your image of the train standing silent - they try, but steam trains quietly leak sulpuhric fumes and make grumbly noises, and keep up a good head of steam so the whistle can deliver a good final salute.

Or even sol pooric.

TODAY'S DISCUSSION---Someone has gone somewhere for the weekend and forgotten us and so we are left to our own to come up with a topic worthy of Mr. Peterman.

In today's world some women spend as much on a handbag as others do on a car. And almost a century later people still inquire, what does Brenda (QE II) have in her bag? Some say she uses it as a signal--right arm I like this person, left hand take him away, purse on the floor : 911!

My question is: What do you have in your handbag and Gentlemen, do y ou ever look in your other half's handbag?

It is fully Sun., Oct. 30 and still no new topic!! Twilight Zone, indeed! Ohhhh, Mr. P, and his techno alter ego, where are you?!!

Handbag topic --ChefDeb, I like it! I need to remove, regroup, and revise mine for sure, as it weighs over 8 pounds!

Those "styling huge new bags that are the rage" are too tempting to fill.

Mine is a large black T. Hilfiger with purse organizing inserts, zip bags for first aid, a wallet with bills, lots of metal change, all those club cards that punch one when you buy one to accumulate up to 12 and get one free, extra tissues, pens, combs, brushes, note writing pads, 4 lipsticks, compacts, gum, Tic Tacs, emergency AAA cards, extra keys to the cars and house, all the credit cards that I swore I would get rid of and combine into just one, checkbook, address book, nail clippers, emery boards, spray hand cleaner, bottled hand cleaner, spray Neosporin, loose bandaids, a pair of scissors the size of a hand mirror, a hand mirror, a bottle of water, and my cell phone.

Then, I see my daughter's purse that is the size of a deck of cards, and she seems happy to have everything she needs. However, my granddaughter knows that whatever she may need is in GG's handbag! Scrape a knee, GG has the Neosporin and bandaids. Need a sweet taste? GG has the Juicy Fruit. Break a nail? GG has the clippers and emery board to smooth it out. Yea, GG!!

How do men get along without all the necessary implements for life well-lived?

Hazel - You were right with "whoever"...."who" is the subject of the dependent clause (introduced by that). Remember, 'whom" is an object and receives the action: to whom, for whom, by whom, etc. in which a preposition introduces the object whom.

I think.

Just a lifetime of being an English teacher.....but then, I am guessing that "whom" will eventually disappear from the language, as so few people use it. So, good on you for even caring enough to question!!

Likewise, another that will disappear is the correct form of "lie" the verb for to rest. Few folks ever say, "The book is lying on the table," which is correct. Most speakers and writers today will say, "It is laying on the table," which is to use the verb 'to lay" as in to lay a brick, or to lay an egg. The verb "to lay" must have an object....to lay (something)....However, I digress!

I think I must have lain asleep too long, and last night laid my handbag in the wrong place, for now I am lying here wondering where is that dang purse!

Kentucky, best prayers and wishes to you and yours.

Floyd must have smelled the leftover piece of breakfast ham I had wrapped in a napkin and saved in that purse, and carried it off to his spot under the dining car table in the corner!" Floyd, here doggie, Bring Moose her purse!!"

I see Fiona, the SepiaTrain calico cat is lying in the sun on the windowsill, looking disdainfully down at Floyd there under the table. Pardon me, I must retrieve my handbag. I see Floyd already has the ham, and is also devouring the napkin!

KC- I'm sorry to hear about your father. Prayers to you & your family.   

Oh!  I love purses!!!  I spend eons of time in the purse department smelling the leather, running my hands over the leather, peeping inside each one and comparing capacities.  But, I carry a small clutch on a strap that I sling across my body or over my shoulder.  It has many great hidey hole kinds of places, but I carry only ID, $$ and credit cards.  Sometimes I wedge a pocket size packet of tissues in there.  Oh,  there is room for the ever present Listerine melt on your tongue packet.  And my phone also fits in there.   I have several purses sitting in my closet, but unless I'm traveling away from home, that little clutch is all I use.  Even when traveling I usually plonk that inside a leather tote to use as a carry-on and then retrieve it to go about my business later.  When winter comes, I'll probably give in to a larger bag for most days, just to have a handy place for my gloves and more tissues that one always seems to need in the cold.

KC.............Your father is at peace and you and your family are in my thoughts. Take good care of yourself.

KC my prayers and best w ishes to you and your family. You will visit your father in your dreams and wake up happy sometimes.

I love handbags. Mr. P. has excuisite taste in them and I am always lusting after one or all of them in the Owner's Manuals. I tend to spend far too much and then use it for at least a year until a new one catches my eye. I used to combine tax refunds with Feb. bag sales, so that'll tell you what a bag wh*re I am.

The funny thing is that I don't carry much in my bag. I'm kind of a pocket person.
My phone, a few cards, 2 pens (one won't work), an empty grocery bag, some Bounty towel squares and a lipstick. If I am going to out for a protracted length of time I'll add some eye makeup and a string cheese.

HAZEL--come on! Any clues on what is in Brenda's bag? I've always thought: lipstick, tissues, cigarettes, lighter, panic button.

So . . . Let's all get aboard the Village train and head to Mr. P.'s farm in Kentucky and
ask in unison:

Where is today's topic?

Chefdeb~ What a brilliant topic. The contents of Brenda's handbag are, of course, a state secret. I imagine there are sugar lumps and polo mints for the horses, a "just in case" spare discreet incontinence pad for elderly leaky female bladders, and yes, I suspect a secret pack of ciggys and a lighter.
My bag contains a string of pearls, an adjustable spanner, a Swiss Army Knife and a pretty pebble I picked up on the beach. And a load of rubbish I really must sort out. So come on, girls and boys, what items are you inseperable from?

KYC ~ You can never really loose a dad and a friend.  The picture says it all, if you look closely at the photo, you can still see his smile.

A Handbag!!!??? -The Importance of being Ernest..

The importance of being Robert
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lN_ARlru_w

I will admit I missed it - Who's Brenda & whyare we guessing the contents of her pocketbook?

Sorry ladies I am not about to reveal what it is I care in my manbag.  

rings90---"brenda" is referring to HRH Elizabeth.....and why not guess? Chef Deb suggested purse contents for our topic in lieu of one provided as per usual by JP.         I find it interesting to see how we refer to it....for some a pocketbook, for some, a purse, others a handbag, and of course, a manbag.........

rings90~ Brenda is the nickname the hoi palloi have for our gracious Queen Elizabeth. Bless her, she's 84 and still working hard, but what does she keep in that handbag?
C'mon Paolos~ just confess to one item that would make people go Huh? Hahaha.

  First, I want everyone to know Herman Cain iS NOT from Georgia. I don't know where he's from; he made his millions with pizza. Know no more.
 
 
 
 
   Purses, including Brenda's, are a fscinating topic, one Mr. P. would approve -- perhaps he knew what he was about, leaving us alone in the magical, now-silent Club Car of thesepia train, on a siding.... PeterLake, dear, might you travel us to Lexington to learn what happened to Our Genial Host?  We can eat and drink en route, thanks to your excellent planning, in the Club Car. 
 
   It was a twilight-ish moment, realizing he abandoned us.... What does it mean?

  CArol, a good point -- a good starting place -- you make about how differently we label a
"purse.'  I think I say sometimes 'purse,' sometimes 'handbag,' and can't say why. Oh, sometimes 'pocketbook,' a mite old-fashioned but so am I on occasion, especially wearing period things from JP.
 
  Whose 'meaning' (in leaving us) we're left to ponder.

To the village ~ the outpouring of your prayers, thoughts and sympathies continue to lighten and uplift all of us here. Know too that your blessings have been forwarded to all the family and that they have been passed on since the beginning of Dads illness. My real family wants to express to you, my virtual family, just how much your caring has meant to us all. House Guest ~ your image of the Sepia Train idling on a siding really touched my heart. I would like to think also that the train is donned with bunting and mourning flags as folks gather 'round with heads bowed and hands folded in silent meditation. Maybe today's topic has been has been frozen in honor of Dads passing...I would like to think so...

  Kentucky Curmudgeon, you express feelings beautifully. THank you.

KC~ may you always remember the sound of his laughter~ ~ ~ ~and to all the rest, may you all be blessed with such memories as well

I think the power failure at one of the NE's server camps is to blame...

as far as purses, I like the Dr.Who version; bigger on the inside

ooops; 2:26   the same topic may be caused by

At some point wasn't a purse called a reticule?  No one ever uses that word anymore!

Brenda's Purse - m an extra pair of gloves, Kleenix pack, Match book, Pen, notepad, extra pair of pantyhose, treats for the Corgi's & of course a Flask.... Cuz if you had to deal with that family you would pack a flask also....  

CAROL thats reticulous!! (sorry)

Yes, isn't it?    Nothing like a good pun for dessert....kind of works as an after dinner libation!  What's yours?  I don't usually, but.....tonight may be the night for one.

Just coffee for me tonight...borrrrrinnnng.

Bernie Madoff on 60 minutes in a few and a glass of vino while grilling some marinated chops. Bad as he was, he is an interesting study. Ruth's story may be more so. The Netflix story will be unfolding in the next few. Insider trading is not only the Wall Street Brooks Bros. gang but also those hip guys who profess they don't care about money out in Silicon Valley. I expect Mr. P to make a profit. I have read his book several times and identify with trying to raise capital when you need it most only to find people saying "no" who don't know a darn thing about your biz and worse who could care less.

ChefDeb------I just realized I actually have one of Peterman's little purses.   I can't remember how very long ago I got it--very, very long ago, I'm thinking.   It's an evening purse....a small dark brown rectangle with suede lining and bellows on the sides.  It has a long braided silk strap and will hold only a lady's most valuable of valuables.  I've enjoyed toting  to several occasions  and feel ever so special when I do.  Which is exactly what Mr. Peterman intended!

Paint my smile enigmatic, like the Mona Lisa on Höller's exhibit.