Let me start with a good Sunday thought: I am proud of what Heather wrote. Well said.
We’re wrapping up the Parenting in the Name of God series on Tuesday, but it’ll be followed with two highly relevant interviews touching on religion and the role of women. So if the post count looks low around here, it’s because I’m writing interview questions for two insightful authors.
Quixote threw up a post (I mean, posted an essay, not barfed up a wooden timber never originally intended for human consumption)* on beauty, the concept of which is decidedly lacking from this sentence. A fascinating discussion ensued in which one of the neighbourhood atheists was kind enough to chat with both of us opinionated Christian types. If I get time, I’ll weave the beauty contention into the Musical Argument Clinic. In the meantime, go lookit–I told you something was fishy about that guy.
The math genius probably just saved Wesley Liu’s tail while also plunking it firmly into the next sling. We’re just over halfway through The Moonborn Code…stay tuned.
So where’d all the spontaneity go…? For one thing, keep an eye peeled for more photos as we transition into that short and glorious northern season more commonly known as Road Construction Weather. We’ve got lots of activity a-goin’ around the farmstead here.
*But that’s not important right now.
Hey, don’t forget about the incredibly short sailing season we have here in the middle of the Canadian Prairies!
Thank you much, Ma’am.
And may I say that I answered that question with fear and trembling and incredible quantities of prayer– those sorts of questions are tricky when you have no idea where the asker is and is coming from or where anyone else who reads it might be.
BTW– your blog hates when I am signed into wordpress. So odd.
Off to read Quixote’s post now that I am home for a whole day with nothing pressing.
Mr. Adventurepants —
Yes, that too. Captain Adventurepants?
Heather —
I know exactly what you mean about the fear and trembling. I prefer to have some context before leaping in, but sometimes none’s available.
I do not know what the tech issue is, since I’m on the them-hosted platform. I may have to email them. Haven’t had to pull any of the regulars out of the spam bin lately (good grief, seriously).
The atheist commenting on Quixote’s post very much reflects my background and many of the issues I’ve been mulling with the music series. Jim was very gracious letting me work them over a bit with him.
Heather, I love your reply to Marc’s post. I think you may have just taken us scuffling kids by the scruff of the neck and given us a solid dose of cut-to-the-chase horse sense.
You laid it out better and more sensibly than I knew how to.
Guess what? My blog tried to approve spam (obvious spam, like Monty Python obvious spam) as a legitimate comment today. I think Akismet is on drugs.
Oh thank you. Talk about fear and trembling.
As I said, when you get a group of artists in the room the talk ALWAYS ends up about “what IS art” and what IS beauty.” In fact, in Poland my roommate, an art major, contended that art was dead and its all been done and so spent the entire time in Poland, her entire “art project” copying a nonsense book (can’t remember the name but I remember that it was basically a novel of gibberish) out by hand, word for word. Conceptual art at its most bizarre– though the plexiglass room full of flies in various stages of of development (which I saw about 12 yrs ago at The Mattress Factory art gallery) was nearly as odd. People are strange and artists are about the strangest.
“art is dead”
Oh, for heaven’s sakes. See, now here I am as an artist, with a few things to say about that.
Gotta run into the city for the kids’ last music class — back later. I love this topic.
“People are strange and artists are about the strangest.”
LOL That’s why they’re the most interesting!
…And see, I popped back over to Marc’s and he likes your comment too. Sheesh, Heather, making us think like grownups.
Conceptual art: federal grants have been given in the last few years for pubic hair jewelry (because they’re earrings of freedom from moral stigma or something) made from the artist’s own body byproducts, and dead rabbits in various stages of decay hanging from trees along the river in Winnipeg. That one was supposed to have some kind of religious commentary to it, if I recall.
There’s interesting, and then there’s…my TAX DOLLARS went for THAT!?! If art is dead, we should kill it again with a bigger gun.
Anyway, that’s my conceptual rant. People can hang as many rabbit carcasses as they want in their own yard, on their own dime, and call it whatever the heck they please until the SPCA gets them arrested instead of funded. In the meantime, where’s my sketchbook…
Oh DO NOT get me started on govt funded art. GRRRRR. More recently a group of artists got sucked into doing propaganda for the latest president with promises of govt funds as “scholarships”. It was a lovely mess and artists are just suckers for anyone willing to pay them for their work.
It’s a longtime habit here. That Moxy Fruvous thing? That group was govt funded to produce politically-toned tunes for the Hitler Youth Corps — er, I mean, the enjoyment of Canadians everywhere…
I like my political satire with no strings attached.