Happy Sunday, Dear Reader,
I need a few minutes off from this midterm I'm working on, so I thought I would give you the what-for. The project I'm working on is the first in a series of iterations with the eventual goal of creating a museum to house and showcase artifacts and artwork from one of the shaker communities forty-five minutes up the road. This the same project I've been working on all semester, and its finally in a place I like. I'm not doing research on somebody else's artifact, I'm doing design work informed by the constant building and diagramming I've been doing. I'm not convinced (and neither is my studio professor) that my diagramming is at a place to make this stage of the project easily flow, but ever forward, Dear Reader.
In other news, I am in the final stages of adopting a dog. I've been trying to find and adopt a dog since before I left Israel, and I have really high hopes that this is the one. I sent an application to an organization called Out of the Pit, Albany, which specializes in American Pit Bull Terrier and Staffordshire Terrier adoptions. So, Dear Reader, the way it works is this: You send in an (incredibly detailed) application, then get interviewed over the phone, then get matched with a dog based on your desires and the personality / age / gender / etc of the dog. I've been matched with a five month old puppy named Brady (page four at the bottom of the adoption listings on that site), and I cannot wait to meet her.
In political news, we are just over a week away from the midterm elections. There's a word (well a few actually) in Hebrew / Russian which, I think, completely describes the state of US politics. Its a Balagan, Dear Reader. Its a mess, a car crash, a rioting mob. I will give you this example, from the New York State gubernatorial debates, and, please, take it as indicative of the larger political situation in this country. These debates were not just between the Democrat, legacy Andrew Cumo and his Republican opponent, Tea-Party-er Carl Paladino. There were, in fact seven participants. The media coverage of this event did not focus on Paladino's ridiculous anti gay stance, or on Cumo's plan to deal with political corruption in Albany. Instead, every single news outlet offered commentary almost exclusively concerned with Jimmy McMillian the candidate and kung fu master from the "Rent is too Damn High" party. I was unaware, Dear Reader, that parties with such narrow parties (or such epic facial hair) were taken seriously enough to be invited to major office debates, at least in post Teddy Roosevelt American. I absolutely think that more than two parties are necessary for the continued health of this country, but I'm not sure that this is the way that that gets accomplished.
What the fuck is happening, Dear Reader?
That's all I have time for at the moment, Dear Reader, its time to get back to work. I hope this post finds you well and I hope we all manage to make it through November Second without the likes of Christine O'Donnell and Carl Paladino hanging over our heads.
I need a few minutes off from this midterm I'm working on, so I thought I would give you the what-for. The project I'm working on is the first in a series of iterations with the eventual goal of creating a museum to house and showcase artifacts and artwork from one of the shaker communities forty-five minutes up the road. This the same project I've been working on all semester, and its finally in a place I like. I'm not doing research on somebody else's artifact, I'm doing design work informed by the constant building and diagramming I've been doing. I'm not convinced (and neither is my studio professor) that my diagramming is at a place to make this stage of the project easily flow, but ever forward, Dear Reader.
In other news, I am in the final stages of adopting a dog. I've been trying to find and adopt a dog since before I left Israel, and I have really high hopes that this is the one. I sent an application to an organization called Out of the Pit, Albany, which specializes in American Pit Bull Terrier and Staffordshire Terrier adoptions. So, Dear Reader, the way it works is this: You send in an (incredibly detailed) application, then get interviewed over the phone, then get matched with a dog based on your desires and the personality / age / gender / etc of the dog. I've been matched with a five month old puppy named Brady (page four at the bottom of the adoption listings on that site), and I cannot wait to meet her.
In political news, we are just over a week away from the midterm elections. There's a word (well a few actually) in Hebrew / Russian which, I think, completely describes the state of US politics. Its a Balagan, Dear Reader. Its a mess, a car crash, a rioting mob. I will give you this example, from the New York State gubernatorial debates, and, please, take it as indicative of the larger political situation in this country. These debates were not just between the Democrat, legacy Andrew Cumo and his Republican opponent, Tea-Party-er Carl Paladino. There were, in fact seven participants. The media coverage of this event did not focus on Paladino's ridiculous anti gay stance, or on Cumo's plan to deal with political corruption in Albany. Instead, every single news outlet offered commentary almost exclusively concerned with Jimmy McMillian the candidate and kung fu master from the "Rent is too Damn High" party. I was unaware, Dear Reader, that parties with such narrow parties (or such epic facial hair) were taken seriously enough to be invited to major office debates, at least in post Teddy Roosevelt American. I absolutely think that more than two parties are necessary for the continued health of this country, but I'm not sure that this is the way that that gets accomplished.
What the fuck is happening, Dear Reader?
That's all I have time for at the moment, Dear Reader, its time to get back to work. I hope this post finds you well and I hope we all manage to make it through November Second without the likes of Christine O'Donnell and Carl Paladino hanging over our heads.
jacquesdemolay:
Such a work exists in English too: clusterfuck