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Wednesday 10 February 2010
in Of Shoes and Ships and Sealing Wax
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Of Modern Art

"Oh, is that Kandinsky? I like it!" the young woman said.

"Yep. Mit und gegen, as a matter of fact," the other woman replied.

"Meh. I'm not really into it. Modern art is not my thing, I guess," said the young man sitting with them.

The second woman shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, you know, I think about eighty percent of what's in contemporary museums is crap. But I really like the remaining 20 percent. And this Kandinsky is really nice."

"So," the young man replied, "what does this painting tell you?"

"It doesn't tell me anything. It's pretty. I enjoy looking at it. It doesn't need to tell me anything. See, I'm less demanding with my works of art than with my men."

No more witty thoughts allowed.

# Feed the beast

I read

Mostly detective stories. Occassionally, weird fantasy, theater, or Chinese literature in Italian (I have fantastic friends), real well-written books.

I listen to

Mof Montreal, Caravan Palace, the Ditty Bops, Dango Reinhardt, the National, Minor Majority, Léo Ferré, Beethoven, Sonny Rollins, Laura Marling, Erlend Øye, Hjaltalin, Sufjan Stevens, Yuri Bashmet. And others.

I am

late, I'm late, I'm late for a very important date, delighted by Oscar Wilde (One should always be a little improbable), a little improbable, still very much of a bloody leftist, heathen atheist, and a woman scientist.

Deep Thought

'To leave is to die a little. But to die is to leave a lot' (translated from French)
[Alphonse Allais]

(Almost) Legal Mentions

(Dammit this one joke only works in French. You're missing out.)
Not recommended for children under 36 months.
Please handle carefully.
Beware of the kitty.
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.*

* Strike out if inapplicable