01.09.10
Airport Art (Filler for a Conclusion)
Hi. Still clicking here, eh? Well, my energy is wafting away, but this thing will remain as some sort of movie site.
There’s a lot to say — and then of course most people interpret what one is saying through the prism of their own views and prejudices, resulting in inaccuracy mild to severe.
Mainly, things are kind of okay. I saw someone I’ve missed, and that brings a smile.
Coming from the heart here, though, is something I don’t think I’d like to do, much, anymore — as every now and then some creepy comment will seep through, and I have to decide whether to tell the person to get a life, or else ignore them. (In any case, it’s surely not welcome.)
I can say that strife continues within my alleged “ancestral home.” Very bad news. I do not understand people who are addicted to unhappiness.
Nor am I some shallow little puddle (which, in SoCal, is actually an asset, alas) — but I believe we can feel, and deeply, without crapping on everybody else’s day.
America still needs to learn this.
Have I mentioned that I despise: 1. Smoking; 2. Any and all televised sports (the louder the commentator, the more I hate it); 3. Country; 4. Rap (except for RUN-DMC); and 5. The trailer for the very, very, very stupid-looking remake of Clash of the Titans?
Just seems worth mentioning.
There are also plenty of things I like — but why give away the good stuff here?
Speaking of America, though, the substance (if any) of this post involves my recent travels by aeroplane, across the nation currently called America — in particular the airports involved — and in particular-particular, the art within, which I have personally glimpsed and appraised. It goes like this:
NEW YORK: Most of the art is of the tedious “funky/edgy” variety, and features, primarily, PEOPLE. The close-ups of these people generally look like outtakes from a racially-forced Benetton spread, and their message seems to be: “CHECK US OUT! WE HAVE ETHNICITY! ISN’T THAT FASCINATING???”
THE MIDWEST: Most of these airports feature “art” from local photographers, the subjects being primarily leaves and creeks and dirt and shit. Their message seems to be: “HEY!!! CHECK OUT OUR ULTRA-HIGH-RES IMAGES OF THE EXTREMELY FLAT AND BORING NATURAL ENVIRONMENT REMAINING BETWEEN OUR STRIP MALLS!!!”
LOS ANGELES: The airport “art” in LAX is composed mainly of junk nailed to other junk in total bullshit ways, signifying nothing. The message of this “art” seems to be: “YO!!! WE RETARDED!!!”
LAS VEGAS: I couldn’t bear to look.
I think I need new worlds to explore.
Shall conclude this thing soon.
Cheers.
