I Know It When I See It.

That's been a recurring theme lately, hasn't it?†

And most useful for today's brief snark about art. Because I may not know much about art, but this is a French memo board from Target:



I'm pretty sure this makes this...


{Jeremy Moon at the Rocket Gallery via Yatzer‡}

...not art, despite the fact that it has a gallery showing.§

[SUMMARY: You kids get off my lawn!]

This, however, I would categorise as art:




I can't tell you how cool it is to know people from high school about whom you're proud to say, "I knew her when."¶


p.s. -- not in keeping with the high school thing, but Morwynne# posted a couple of recordings to My Space and that's art too.


†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Surprisingly enough, I'm using it for the art rather than porn.

‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed):

Oh, Yatzer, Yatzer...
such beauty you have given,
now to disappoint.

§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Which reminds me of a premise explored in James Morrow's Only Begotten Daughter, under which the sole criterion for going to Hell is that someone else can imagine you there. Apparently, the only criterion for art is that someone will hang it in a gallery.

¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Even if I knew her as Kathy, Tia, Kathy and Jeffe rather than Kathryn, Lucretia, Kathryn and -- yes -- still Jeffe.

#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Who once offered to kneecap an ex-boyfriend for free. You can't say anything bad about Morwynne to me. I simply wouldn't buy it.