I don’t own a paper shredder, and methodically ripping up a stack of papers, old bills, etc by hand while watching season one of Louie is surprisingly therapeutic.
The Generation blank lives a very privileged life so what do they have to complain about, protest, or politically align themselves with? Attempting to do so would appear fake and vapid.
The art world (the celebrity status- Flash Art, Art Forum, etc.) is too separated from working class society. Granted there are many underpayed (sp) art workers within it, but few if any of them live in low-income housing or outside of gentrifying art enclaves and raising complaints by those who feel ignored are quickly quieted for being whiners or downers. The art community is now about each artist individually “making it” as an artist and not speaking to everyone through the art but only speaking to a handful of critics, curators and collectors.” —
From the comments of The Art Kids Are Not Alright
We installed a screen door leading out to a back porch for a 50-something woman. We adjusted it so it shut with a tap, quiet as it hit the doorframe.
“No, no,” said the woman. “I want it to slam. It reminds me of summer.”
This is why making a “portfolio” or winnowing the work down into “10 best/strongest” will never happen for me.
Thanks for your concern!
My mom’s ok, and they’re building a series of dikes, so hopefully they’ll hold. Better safe than sorry.
It’s crazy, though. She had to apply for Red Cross aid (which, given their track record with other disasters, should reach her, I dunno, come December) and she spent all day moving everything to the 2nd floor, with the help of a group of ten local high school students who went door to door to volunteer their help. That, in two words, is fuckin’ awesome.
She assured me the books and records and tapes I still have stored there are safe (ummm, whatever, not a high priority all things considered, but still- love ya, mom), although I recommended she keep all of my old sketchbooks and teen-angst diaries in the basement. I’m ok with those things getting trashed!
Anyways, now it’s hurry up and wait. She’s staying at a friends’ and there’s a curfew and a security company keeping watch on different neighbourhoods in town so nobody gets any shifty ideas…
Still, it’s killing me that I can’t come and help, due to financial constraints and no air-miles…. I’m just going to keep that J-pop/enka mix I just posted on loop all night to keep the nerves from jangling too much. (That music = my happy place. Which is on a plane. Going away from Vancouver.)
Anyways, my mom’s handling it well.
Of course she is. She’s a classy lady.