Richard joined the throngs for a parade up Mass. Street while Chip, across town, awoke from his Republican dreams confused by all the honking and shouting.
Chip: "Oh, sure, the downtown celebration is inspiring and all, but it's not as much fun as the basketball championship celebration. I saw titties at that one."
(Is that Obama himself on Mass. Street in the picture below? nope, but it's a sweet lifesize cardboard cut-out!).
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While most of us were downtown, a certain contigent of art-loving hipsters gathered at the DotDotDot gallery near the porn store at 19th and Haskell for the opening of Aaron Stork's ""Wizard Ningxt" exhibition of "new 2-D and 3-D works" (Lawrence.com).
Chip: "Actually, I do love 3-D art, as long as it's the kind where you stare at the shapes a long time and eventually you see a sailboat or something!"
But let's allow the artist to speak for himself this time around. Here's a quote from yesterday's in-depth Lawrence.com interview with Stork:
"The transsexual I have in the show is this very good looking, Thai lady-boy. I’m trying to assault the viewer with this "Crying Game" moment. I have several pictures of her looking almost like Sharon Stone, but then you see this erotic shot with her dick and asshole."
And:
"I came up with a character named Salad Man, who’s covered in trash like an idiot or a sort of American clown. He represented all of the contradictions and weird, fucked up things America does like in Iraq."
Chip: "And people wonder why I'm scared of art?! Salad Man, for God's sake! My verdict: not art."
Richard: "The connection between Iraq and salad is not immediately clear to me, but it sounds important, and that's what matters. This is art, without question.
3 comments:
"While the rest of Kansas went to bed more scared than usual of black people."
This may be the truest thing ever to appear on the LC.
And to it, I retort:
FEAR US, KANSAS! YOU TRIED TO VOTE US AWAY...
NOW. WE. OWN. YOU!!!
(Lawrence excluded of course... They get their hip-hop on fresh down there!)
--First Stop: Ft. Scott.
Sometimes we achieve pure truth. Or "truthiness," at least.
I come to the LC for hturh. That's either a strange, hippopotamus creature found in science-fiction novels, or "truth" backwards. On a good day reading the LC, it's both!
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