To this Week's End

i was having some serious posting issues, but realize i must carry on for the sake of mankind. i also realize that being able to read James (wingsofthedove) makes me feel elitist, heady and smart- sort of like when i was reading proust- it makes me feel like i don't have to worry about becoming stupid just arrogant and inaccessible... so saturday was go to the Getty day. this is typically my mom's place and i mostly tolerate it- enjoy it. whatever. i realize after posting these, the pics i give you show you nothing really of the architecture which actually diminishes most of the art inside- given the type of collector he was i wonder if getty would be psyched by that or not. well what are you going to do as one of the richest organizations in the world but build giant complexes on top of mountains looking out to the pacific. i know not. of course looking at all this art took work so we had to rest and not dehydrate ourselves, unfortunately i simulatenously o'd on caffiene. which really is probably from the devil if you
think about it. . . this is mom's like 5th icecream sandwich- i made her keep eating them over and over until i got the perfect picture. she was later fired for sleeping on the job. but i hired her back sometime later to take pictures of this garden which i refused to walk down there and be baked alive. but mom cannot refuse to look at flowers no matter what. she is committed and mostly in that amusing institutional sense. there were lots of people walking around with beige umbrellas bcs really the getty is cool like that- no matter rain or shine, you will have dull things on sticks to carry around. during our break we made some high falutin' cracker art- pretty spectacular what crackers can be. you know like killer architectual elements and um weapens of raspy dehydrated death- whatever. then later after looking at bird and landscape pictures- after the famous irises and some manet, cezanne- we had a conversation about this guy and if he ever killed anyone or maybe had a villaneous existence. i thought that maybe he was ground down by his position in the court of Louis XIV but who can say. despite his fabulous looking robe was he that happy... which makes me glad we've moved to less serious portraiture to seeing how wide people can smile- although secretly i one day dream that i will have an oldschool painting of myself hanging in a library somewhere but isn't this gray dichondra lovely... yes, yes it is. and here of course is an aerial down to the garden . . . i would be inspired to say more- like when i start up conversations about getting stuck 6 stories underground- bcs that's how far down we had to park but i'll save that for another day. pretty much it was a good time and redeemed what one calls "outings" ... the next day i saw Nacho Libre. I can't say the same for sunday- but then you know, 2 days in a row is pushing my luck.