Yeah, they were a bunch of snitty fags
give me a break, it's enough if it was made right out of the proper materials, I'm tired of art being hijacked by the politicos and the social scientists
it's about tradition, dedication, respect for the medium
the problem started with Duchamp, and never ended, pretty soon our all inclusive society called anything art, I'm no sophisticate but even I'm sick of it,
between the academics, the politics and the critics, everyone forgets,
the real deal is a treasure, it uplifts you, protects you
and it even cures zits.
Full Version: How exactly do i "amuse you"? VIII
Besides, like I said;
I quit
uh. . .
you got any?
I quit
uh. . .
you got any?
QUOTE(Kirk @ Sep 7 2007, 12:42 PM) 
it's about tradition, dedication, respect for the medium
Long forgotten words that fill my heart with warmth. I am furious when I meet people who pretend to paint and cannot tell me which colours they use, what their paintings are going to tell, what kind of message, what kind of emotion.
I have had a very talented friend but he could not find his place, eventually he has been awarded twice but when I saw his recent work I could not undertand why he has skrewed it so terribly, it was absolute crap he and I used to make in high school, but maybe the market demanded it?
I said to the market-"fuck off you profiteering scum!". I paint for the painting's sake-to revive, to dedicate, in a sense to continue what was once lost. I have stopped buying many colours, I am buying pigments to make my own and despite EU's threats of banning all the colours I adore so much I will be using them forever-that shall never change.
People rarely think why Vincent preferred sulphuric yellow over others, they do not give a slightest fuck the very first Impressionist was Titian, what counts is prestige of nouveau riches who buy some piece of art because it is trendy and want to keep up with the Joneses, whilst some rip-offs and other low-lifes sell so-called "art" that has nothing to do with Art.
QUOTE(Kirk @ Sep 7 2007, 03:31 PM)
The thing that got me was, that's all there really is, if you worked your ass off and at the end of the week you payed your bills, what more could you ask for?
A nice piece of ass.
That wood be the icing on the...
Be artistic with it, dammit! Use body paint on that nice piece of ass.
The Washington Post ran an article today about a diamond encrusted platinum skull that sold for $100 million. As they explained it, "these latest big spenders may have gotten themselves a substantial work of art, and not paid a penny too much for it. In fact, if they'd paid less, they'd have gotten a less successful work. ... That's because "For the Love of God" isn't only an example of conspicuous consumption, like some joy ride to outer space. It is a work of art that is all about outrageous and pointless overspending. And the best way for it to be about that is for it to insist that it is also the ultimate example of it: White Cube claims the skull's fabrication drove up the price of certain kinds of diamonds..."
Pymph,
Something off white
w/swimmers?
Something off white
w/swimmers?
Ah, Damien Hirst.
I went to one of his
exhibits. I was under-
whelmed.
He has done some cool
xit, though.
I went to one of his
exhibits. I was under-
whelmed.
He has done some cool
xit, though.
Perhaps a 'happy little tree' painted over that spider bite.
Already kinda
looks like a
lil' butterfly.
looks like a
lil' butterfly.
Mike was fixing a door and found that he needed a new hinge, so he sent his
wife Mary to Home Depot with the old hinge to see if a replacement was available..
At Home Depot, Mary saw a beautiful teapot on a top shelf while she was
waiting for Walt, the manager, to finish waiting on a customer.
When Walt was finished, Mary asked "How much for the teapot?" Walt replied
"That's silver and it costs $300."
My goodness that sure is a lot of money!" Mary exclaimed. Then she
proceeded to show him the old hinge that Mike had sent her to buy, and Walt
went to the back room to see he could find it.
From the back room Walt yelled, "Mary,do you wanna screw for that hinge?"
Mary replied, "No, but I will for the teapot."
wife Mary to Home Depot with the old hinge to see if a replacement was available..
At Home Depot, Mary saw a beautiful teapot on a top shelf while she was
waiting for Walt, the manager, to finish waiting on a customer.
When Walt was finished, Mary asked "How much for the teapot?" Walt replied
"That's silver and it costs $300."
My goodness that sure is a lot of money!" Mary exclaimed. Then she
proceeded to show him the old hinge that Mike had sent her to buy, and Walt
went to the back room to see he could find it.
From the back room Walt yelled, "Mary,do you wanna screw for that hinge?"
Mary replied, "No, but I will for the teapot."
Been down to
the VA bar again?
the VA bar again?
Isn't every bar?
Yeah, here in VA.
Some art I get, Some I don't.
Last week I saw an article on some artist and his GF/wife/partner. They were in their "Bound" phase of some shit like that. The art was the partner wrapped up in a red bed sheet.
All I could think of was "What the Shit?"
I've been to the Vatican, the Louve, The Sistene Chapel, and many other fine places. I've seen great art, but some stuff is just bull shit.
Piss in a jar with a cross in it is not art. It is piss in a jar with a cross in it.
Last week I saw an article on some artist and his GF/wife/partner. They were in their "Bound" phase of some shit like that. The art was the partner wrapped up in a red bed sheet.
All I could think of was "What the Shit?"
I've been to the Vatican, the Louve, The Sistene Chapel, and many other fine places. I've seen great art, but some stuff is just bull shit.
Piss in a jar with a cross in it is not art. It is piss in a jar with a cross in it.
This is my rip-off of a piece I saw at SFMOMA:
I think mine is better.
I see god
no wait
no wait
I see me.
QUOTE(Le Gimp @ Sep 18 2007, 04:55 AM)
I've been to the Vatican, the Louve, The Sistene Chapel, and many other fine places. I've seen great art, but some stuff is just bull shit.
Pete definitely hasn't. Lucky Gimpy as always!
Chuck's gay.
In a manly way.
An 80 year-old man went to his doctor for his quarterly check-up.
The doctor asked him how he was feeling and the 80-year-old said
"Things are great and I've never felt better. I now have a 20
year-old bride who is pregnant with my child. So what do you think
about that?"
The doctor considered his question for a minute and then began:
"I have an older friend, much like you, who is an avid hunter and
never misses a season. One day while setting off to hunt, he was in
a bit of a hurry and accidentally picked up his walking cane
instead of his gun."
As he neared a lake he came across a very large male beaver sitting
at the water's edge. He realized he'd left his gun at home and so
couldn't shoot
the magnific ent creature, but out of habit he raised his cane,
aimed it at the animal as if it were his favorite hunting rifle and
went 'bang, bang'.
"Miraculously, two shots rang out and the beaver fell over dead.
Now, what do you think of that?" asked the doctor.
The 80-year-old said,
"If you ask me, I'd say somebody else pumped a couple of rounds
into that beaver."
The doctor replied,
"My point exactly".
The doctor asked him how he was feeling and the 80-year-old said
"Things are great and I've never felt better. I now have a 20
year-old bride who is pregnant with my child. So what do you think
about that?"
The doctor considered his question for a minute and then began:
"I have an older friend, much like you, who is an avid hunter and
never misses a season. One day while setting off to hunt, he was in
a bit of a hurry and accidentally picked up his walking cane
instead of his gun."
As he neared a lake he came across a very large male beaver sitting
at the water's edge. He realized he'd left his gun at home and so
couldn't shoot
the magnific ent creature, but out of habit he raised his cane,
aimed it at the animal as if it were his favorite hunting rifle and
went 'bang, bang'.
"Miraculously, two shots rang out and the beaver fell over dead.
Now, what do you think of that?" asked the doctor.
The 80-year-old said,
"If you ask me, I'd say somebody else pumped a couple of rounds
into that beaver."
The doctor replied,
"My point exactly".
George Carlin's New Rules for 2007
Just thought you all show know.
New Rule:
Stop giving me that pop-up ad for classmates.com ! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days . . mowing my lawn.
New Rule:
Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout?
New Rule:
Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky bastards.
New Rule:
If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.
New Rule:
Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.
New Rule:
There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.
New Rule:
Stop screwing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.
New Rule:
The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low, and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge asshole.
New Rule:
I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy.
New Rule:
Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.
New Rule:
Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the U.S. Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."
New Rule:
I don't need a bigger mega M&Ms If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.
New Rule:
If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is that the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.
New Rule:
No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.
New Rule: and this one is long overdue:
No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your web cam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
New Rule:
When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.
New Rule:
If you ever hope to be a credible adult and want a job that pays better than minimum wage, then for God's sake don't pierce or tattoo every available piece of flesh. If so, then plan your future around saying" Do you want fries with that?"
Just thought you all show know.
New Rule:
Stop giving me that pop-up ad for classmates.com ! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days . . mowing my lawn.
New Rule:
Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout?
New Rule:
Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky bastards.
New Rule:
If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.
New Rule:
Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.
New Rule:
There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.
New Rule:
Stop screwing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.
New Rule:
The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low, and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge asshole.
New Rule:
I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy.
New Rule:
Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.
New Rule:
Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the U.S. Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."
New Rule:
I don't need a bigger mega M&Ms If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.
New Rule:
If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is that the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.
New Rule:
No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.
New Rule: and this one is long overdue:
No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your web cam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
New Rule:
When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.
New Rule:
If you ever hope to be a credible adult and want a job that pays better than minimum wage, then for God's sake don't pierce or tattoo every available piece of flesh. If so, then plan your future around saying" Do you want fries with that?"
Indiana Appeals Court Upholds Worker's Compensation Award for Stripper Injured on the Pole
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
INDIANAPOLIS —
An Indiana appeals court upheld a worker's compensation award Tuesday for an exotic dancer who was injured while performing on a pole at a strip club.
The Indiana Court of Appeals ruled in favor of Angela Hobson and ordered the state Worker's Compensation Board to determine if she was entitled to double compensation.
Hobson claimed she suffered neck pain and numbness after injuring herself while dancing at the Shangri-La West club in Fort Wayne on Dec. 20, 2001. She underwent surgery for a herniated disc in her cervical spine, according to court records.
Hobson said she reported her injury to her employers, but they later denied knowledge of the injury.
In 2006, the compensation board awarded her temporary total disability benefits and other compensation totaling more than $10,000 and found that Shangri-La did not have a worker's compensation policy and was not approved as a self-insurer.
Shangri-La appealed, arguing that the board erred when it found Hobson more credible than its witnesses. But the court declined to reweigh the evidence and upheld the original award, adding a 5 percent increase due to the passage of time.
The court also instructed the board to determine whether Hobson was entitled to double compensation due in part to the allegation that Shangri-La violated state law by not having worker's compensation insurance.
Dino Zurzolo, who owned the club at the time, said the lack of worker's compensation insurance at the time was a temporary oversight due to a missed payment.
A phone message left late Tuesday for attorney Samuel Bolinger, who represents Wholesalers Inc., the company that does business as Shangri-La, was not immediately returned.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
INDIANAPOLIS —
An Indiana appeals court upheld a worker's compensation award Tuesday for an exotic dancer who was injured while performing on a pole at a strip club.
The Indiana Court of Appeals ruled in favor of Angela Hobson and ordered the state Worker's Compensation Board to determine if she was entitled to double compensation.
Hobson claimed she suffered neck pain and numbness after injuring herself while dancing at the Shangri-La West club in Fort Wayne on Dec. 20, 2001. She underwent surgery for a herniated disc in her cervical spine, according to court records.
Hobson said she reported her injury to her employers, but they later denied knowledge of the injury.
In 2006, the compensation board awarded her temporary total disability benefits and other compensation totaling more than $10,000 and found that Shangri-La did not have a worker's compensation policy and was not approved as a self-insurer.
Shangri-La appealed, arguing that the board erred when it found Hobson more credible than its witnesses. But the court declined to reweigh the evidence and upheld the original award, adding a 5 percent increase due to the passage of time.
The court also instructed the board to determine whether Hobson was entitled to double compensation due in part to the allegation that Shangri-La violated state law by not having worker's compensation insurance.
Dino Zurzolo, who owned the club at the time, said the lack of worker's compensation insurance at the time was a temporary oversight due to a missed payment.
A phone message left late Tuesday for attorney Samuel Bolinger, who represents Wholesalers Inc., the company that does business as Shangri-La, was not immediately returned.
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