"...He Asked Us What Our Favorite Work of Art Was..."
Well, I had the least busy week of all time, so there's no excuse for me not updating more.
On Wednesday, two things happened. I received a letter from the Creator's Syndicate. The envelope was thin, so I was very sure it was a rejection letter. When I opened it, it was folded in thirds (the proper way, congrats), but all I could see was the letterhead. I was really hoping, at that point that it would look like this:
CREATORS' SYNDICATE
No.
Signed,
Anonymous Board
But, unfortunately, it was just a form letter. Yawnaroo. But, Creators' Syndicate was my least favorite (really conservative), and I'm not really that sad.
Secondly, Iason and I headed to the Frist Museum for its free day to see the Renaissance to Rococo, Impressionism and photography exhibits.
I, of course, liked the creepy religious icons of the Renaissance, but my favorite was the photography exhibit, Twilight, by Gregory Crewdson. My favorite picture being:
What's great is that they're the size of a wall, and all meticulously staged, like a movie still. I would find myself examining every inch of each picture trying to figure out why all these suburbanites were being so creepy. And then, apologizing to patrons behind me.
I also just finished Freakonomics, which is a fantastic book that I (*removes pipe from mouth*) hiiighly recommend. Bethany, you should read it, if only because it's entire premise is "correlation does not equal causation." The co-author Steven Levitt examines correlations and/or relationships between the KKK and real estate agents, abortion and the crime rate, and crack dealers and McDonald's.
What this has to do with the museum? Well, a lot of parents brought their babies and young children. Now, in case you didn't know, babies and children don't like places where you have to be composed and quiet. And Jason and I had the knowledge from Freakonomics that it is pointless to bring children to museums. For, as there may be a correlation between test scores and youthful trips to museums, there is definitely no causation. Aaaaaaaaaboo ya. So get those bastards away from The Passion of St.Serapion!
Done.
~Old Man Grumpus Damon