This blog covers everything except sports and gardening, unless we find a really good link about using dead professional bowlers for mulch. The author is a StarTribune columnist, has been passing off fiction and hyperbole as insight since 1997, has run his own website since the Jurassic era of AOL, and was online when today’s college sophomores were a year away from being born. So get off his lawn.
DON’T PANIC. But if you’re heading to Florida, keep in mind that the Magic Kingdom does close.
Yes. It’s a Phase 3 closing, too. Phase one: guests who show up without tickets “will be turned around at the parking lot booths.” Phase 2: admission limited to Disney Resort guests, annual passholders, and some other categories. Phase 3 is more restricted; Phase 4 is NONE SHALL PASS. Or Fastpass, if you wish.
CONFESSIONS It is almost impossible to quantify the amount I do not care. Your may have a different opinion. What famous writer was paid by Esquire to put down the following sentiments?
Before I left, I promised my wife I would be restrained. She is very concerned, because she knows what can happen. But inches from the runway, waiting for the smooth mannequin boys with surgically removed hips and buttocks swaying like sunglassed Gumbys with the newest designs from creative director Frida Giannini, I know the promise is useless.
ART Nowadays, this qualifies:
As if starring in David Bowie music videos wasn't already the coolest, Tilda Swinton has currently taken up residency sleeping at MoMA. It's part of an unannounced, surprise performance piece called "The Maybe" that will be taking place on random days all month year A MoMA source told us, "Museum staff doesn't know she's coming until the day of, but she's here today. She'll be there the whole day. All that's in the box is cushions and a water jug."
I hope someone’s filming it, so they can sell DVD sets of the entire performance. It would be a shame if art of this caliber - so exquisitely conceived, so masterfully executed - vanished at the end of its run. At least they could frame the pillow case on which she drooled.
Or, seal up the box so no air gets in, change the title from “The Maybe” to “The Most Certainly, Oh My Yes” and create a new form of performance art that does not rely on the consent of the artist. It’s an interesting question, no? Can you force someone to create against their will? Is the artist’s permission required, or - OH DO STOP POUNDING, TILDA, IT’S SIMPLY NO USE - or does the art arise from the protest?
Also in the art news, and containing news about actual art:
An Edward Hopper painting of New York City's Roosevelt Island is coming to auction where it's estimated to sell for up to $20 million. "Blackwell's Island," as Roosevelt Island used to be called, will be offered May 23 at Christie's. The large-scale oil has never come to auction before.
Painted in 1928, it's been exhibited in major museums, including New York's Museum of Modern Art, The Whitney Museum of American Art and the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston.
According to his bio, he painted “Blackwell Island” in 1911, when he was trying to make his name. He was 28, just back from Europe, making his money doing illustrations for magazines and advertising. He hated it.
Here’s the painting.
A biography notes that George Bellows had also painted the island in 1909, and Bellows was a man on the way up. Here’s his take:
You can tell who’d be more fun at parties, can’t you? Bellows’ work has his usual messy energy; Hopper’s is cool and removed and remote. There’s the matter of the clouds, too - the quiet unease you sense in his work, someone noted, is often due to perspective lines that don’t quite the vanishing points the way you’d expect.
But back to Tilda. I spoke too soon: there’s video! Whew.
DESIGN This is cool. Find the name of the product.
In 1918, Sarkis Mugar, an Armenian immigrant who had arrived in Greater Boston in 1906, paid $800.00 for the Star Market, a small grocery store, at 28 Mt. Auburn Street in Watertown. His son, Stephen P. Mugar, eventually went to work for him in the store. In 1922, Sarkis Mugar was killed in an automobile accident, leaving his son to take over the Star Market to support his mother, himself, and his sisters.
It’s still around. It’s the Meat Spot! From this store a retail empire arose.
If it says "23 Auburn Street," and you're tempted to correct me, fine; that's the address returned for "28 Auburn," and that's the even side of the street. I wonder if there's a plaque. Probably not. Few grocery stores have any sense of history, let alone the chains that run then.
If they did, we'd still be shopping at Red Owl, and liking it. Because the Owl is more fun than the name of some chain they broiught in from elsewhere and doesn't mean much to the locals there, either.
See you around; have a grand day.