Bricks

The setting: the back patio to my parent's house, Manistee, Michigan.  It's a brick patio, a small outdoor table and chairs, umbrella, and porch swing.  Next to the patio is a small garden, the brilliant orange and red lilies and roses are juxtaposed with tufts of tall grass, things usually identified as weeds, garden gnomes, and a water fountain and fishpond, complete with five goldfish, green with algae. 

Summer Lovin'

I love summer.  I love food.  And summer food?  Seriously at the top of the list of things I love.  I spent a good portion of my summers as a kid on my grandparents' farm nibbling on the fresh fruits and veggies they grew-perhaps one of the reasons I hate those pale, cardboard-y, things they pass off as tomatoes and strawberries in the supermarket.  So I thought I'd send along a few of my favorite summer recipes to you.  As a brief disclaimer, I'm a vegetarian, though a few of these can be easily modified to include animal flesh if you have to have it.  Also, as I played around with these over the course of many years, I hope you experiment with the ingredients and add or subtract to your own tastes.

Shannan Lee Hayes Revisited

 

"And then she just stood there, not knowing what to do next"
Lawrence Alloway Gallery, Stony Brook University

Walking into Shannan Lee Hayes's recent installation at Stony Brook University's Lawrence Alloway Gallery was like walking into my own head. I had the uncanny sensation that someone had gone through my trash and discovered my copious lists, the obsessive neurotic ones I write each night and carry with me throughout the next day, with everything from "wake up" to what I plan to eat and where I should be at any given moment, as if I would forget to go to class.

Arts in Review 2007-2008: Sonic Residues

Sonic Residues

If you haven't heard, the Art Department has a new branch; the Consortium for Digital Arts, Culture, and Technology (cDACT).  Directed by Christa Erickson cDACT emphasizes new and mixed media.  Sound, light, music, the moving image, code, these are the new tools of the artist and the product of their use can be both daunting and beautiful.  Sonic Residues, the current exhibit at the SAC Gallery showcases the work of graduate students, faculty, and professionals from the art world.

Arts in Review 2007-2008: Yana K.M. Steal this exhibition

Yana K.M.  Steal this exhibition

Looming in the Staller Center Gallery during the showing of third year graduate students in the MFA program was a fifteen-foot structure with cardboard skin.  This giant cube whose outside surface was quilted together with flattened boxes contained but one entry in the shape of a doorway, facing away from the entrance to the gallery so as to require the viewer to walk around the piece. 

Obama's Field of Dry Bones

"The vision, the ‘democratic vista,' is not metaphorical, it is a social necessity. A political philosophy rooted in elation would have to accept belief in a second Adam, the re-creation of the entire order, from religion to the simplest domestic rituals. The myth of the noble savage would not be revived, for that myth never emanated from the savage but has always been the nostalgia of the Old World, its longing for innocence. The great poetry of the New World does not pretend to such innocence, its vision is not naïve. Rather, like its fruits, its savour is a mixture of the acid and the sweet, the apples of its second Eden have the tartness of experience. [...] For us in the archipelago the tribal memory is salted with the bitter memory of migration." Derek Walcott, "The Muse of History"

I think the recurrently resurrected argument that "Americans are deciding whether or not they are ready for a white woman or a black man President" is bogus. So simple to say because it easily reinforces the (falsely) imminently secure belief in a "white" man as the standard and sensible answer, the intuitive authoritative figure for this position of power, particularly as this position of power continues to be socially infused with religious, even divine meaning. But time is up on this charade.

Cabaret

Four graduate students at a conference table. “It’s a mobile truss system,” William explains, “as of today we have about a quarter of where we want to be. We have a five-year goal to have the truss complete, all four sides…a grid.” They all have a meeting agenda in front of them. Moments earlier I barged in on their meeting; ten minutes late, out of breath and bearing post-Valentines chocolate as an act of contrition.

Fragments of Home: Morning Shoreline Walks, Dental Work and Conversations with Conservatives and Surfers

Dental work is what I went home for, for nearly a month. In this month of March. What I went home to do. Sort of. I'll be 25 this June, so my mother's much more expansive health insurance than mine will expire in its application to, coverage of my broke-ass (are you all aware of how bad our dental insurance is? Holy God, I didn't know how nearly worthless it is until I had to deal with a succession of dental procedures, some of which are not worth using our ‘coverage' for, at least in my situation, and most of which our coverage does not cover...). I also had not seen my father for about 15 months. With the exception of a brief lunch date the day before a trip to Cuba last May that left him, well, worried about my political, social ‘sympathies,' ‘leanings,' drives and affiliations. During which I had to subtly remind him that while I may be inclined toward risky propositions, if they are worthwhile beyond a short-term angle of vision, I am not drawn toward, like, breaking laws, inclined to embark upon what I would qualify as self-destructive acts.

Respacing Home

"'Heimlich'?...What do you understand by ‘heimlich'?" "Well,...they are like a buried spring or a dried-up pond.  One cannot walk over it without always having the feeling that water might come up there again." "Oh, we call it ‘unheimlich'; you call it ‘heimlich'."  --from The "Uncanny," Sigmund Freud (1919)

Technically, Michigan is a space.  A big one, too.  Spanning over 97,000 square miles, it is the 11th largest state in the U.S.  I lived in Michigan for most of my life.  If pressed, it appears that I know--that I have access to--the space of it.  I spent years hiking along the scraggly dunes of Lake Michigan.  I am intimate with its sand and clay, the acres of C.C. Camp-planted pine forests, the best places to hunt morel mushrooms and where along Bear Creek (pronounced "crick") bald eagles nest.  I also know the cityscapes; I've lived and worked in two of Michigan's three major cities.  I drive like a New Yorker across its freeways now, slipping in between the aesthetically-uninspired brick buildings that erupted in the 60s and 70s, but the surfaces of these roads remain the same familiar washed grey crisscrossed by a deep black from the tar sprayed into its cracks.  

The Dilbert of Academia

It was one of those "you had to be there" moments. It was art imitating life imitating art. The "Piled Higher and Deeper" (PhD) comics of Jorge Chan has a graduate student following of almost religious proportions, and to see him live, to witness as he presents an audio/visual extravaganza of topical humor straight from the pages of his strips is, well, moving.

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