Tehching Hsieh

September 7, 2014

You guys don’t know who Tehching Hsieh is?  Man, that is so embarrassing.  Google him immediately, or at least read this interview of his with the Brooklyn Rail from 2003.  Hsieh retired from art back in 1999 basically (I think that’s the right year) but apparently in 2003 he was allowing artists to live for free in his building in Williamsburg.  Siobhan is tracking down the gatekeeper right now.  The world shall know my micrographic masterpieces!

Hsieh: I have a building in Williamsburg and I let artists live there for free from 1994 until now. There are different artists in there every year. They have a 1000 square feet to work in. I don’t call that art; it is just a visiting artists project.

Rail: You bought buildings there?

Hsieh: I bought a building, renovated it, and built another building that was entirely new.

Rail: You financed it yourself?

Hsieh: Yes. You see, before I came to the U.S. I was a painter and I did many paintings until 1973. In 1994, they were all sold at an auction and I made about $500,000.

I have four floors. One floor I rent to cover expenses. The rest I give to visiting artists. This year, one is a Mongolian filmmaker and another is a Ukrainian folk singer.

Rail: How do you find the artists?

Hsieh: I have a person who helps me select the artists. And that person gets one floor, and the other two floors are given to two artists a year. But again, that is not art to me, because to me any person can do that kind of “art.” Rich people for example can do it without any problem. So, that is the kind of action I do, the life I create.

Recipes

September 3, 2014

included in the most outrageous cookbook ever, Darling, You Shouldn’t Have Gone to so Much Trouble, compiled by Lady Caroline Blackwood and Amanda Haycraft

Sonia Orwell’s Tagliatelli with Truffles

Marianne Faithfull’s Different Sweet/Sour Pork

Barbara Cartland’s Filets de Sole Caprice (“cooked by her chef Nigel Gordon in 10 minutes”)

Quentin Crisp’s Tibetan Workhouse Soup (ed note: oooo boy)

Bernard Shaw’s Vegetable Salads

Beryl Bainbridge’s Stovies

Anne Dunn’s Cold Omelette

Lucian Freud’s Tomato Soup au Naturel

Nicholas Haslam’s Fake Mayonnaise for Masking Cold Chicken

Natasha Spender’s Ukrainian Eggs

Jonathan Miller’s coleslaw

Roald Dahl’s Norwegian Cauliflower

Doon Plunkett’s Caviar Soup

Francis Bacon’s Thick, Fat, Genuine Mayonnaise

(The author would like to thank Nancy Schoenberger for her help compiling this list)

Reasons Susan Sontag and I Might Be the Same Person

August 28, 2014
We’re cinephiles

We were raised in non-religious households with catholic nannies

We both change our minds and pretend our new stance actually was what we believed all along

We both worship intellectuals as if they’re movie stars
 

Testing

August 27, 2014

Do you get it?

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Temple Grandin Sums Up Society

August 27, 2014

And methinks she’s pretty on the mark:

“I take all the rules of the world and place them into four categories: Really Bad Things, things like burning down buildings, robbing banks, killing people, torturing people. Things that any civilized society you would go to jail for. Then you have your Courtesy Rules. They help people get along. There is the Illegal But Not Bad, where someone might download a movie illegally. And then you have Sins of the System that are very society-specific. You’ve got to behave yourself at the airport now. In this country we are allowed to criticize the president but we’re not allowed to threaten him. You’d better know the difference. If you go to some other country you get thrown in jail if you just criticize the president. That’s Sins of the System stuff. There are rules, especially about sex. If you break those rules there are draconian penalties.”

My Approval Matrix

August 26, 2014

A work in progress.

Help me fill it in!

Help me fill it in!

Also, last night this was in my dream. 

Insomniac Debates

August 19, 2014

Resolved: What About Bob is the best cinematic depiction of psychotherapy ever made.  Prince of Tides is the worst.

Gentlemen, start your engines.

An Open Question to Literary Critics

August 19, 2014

What effect does it have when a narrator in a work of fiction goes unnamed?

So Apparently

August 17, 2014

I guess it will be not that surprising to people who know me that I got sucked into a bit of a k-hole today reading the last statements of criminals about to be executed in Texas.  Oh, Texas––that bastion of bureaucratic productivity!  Thank you ever so much for being so organized in your effort to let the public see what those poor suckers you’re offing have to say!  Perhaps my favorite is Michael Yowell’s, because he takes the opportunity to call out his friend (?) Gerald for being a “zero.”  Also I really enjoy Caroll Parr’s, because she takes the opportunity to quote The Terminator.  But mostly, they are really harrowing (“I’m an innocent man. I did not kill anyone. Ya’ll are killing an innocent man. My left arm is killing me. It hurts bad.” ––Jonathan Green) or predictable (“I am going home to be with Jesus. Keep the faith,” says Kimberly McCarthy) or heartbreaking (“Can you hear me? Did I ever tell you, you have dad’s eyes? I’ve noticed that in the last couple of days”: Ramon Torres Hernandez ) or intriguing (Last statement of Douglas Alan Feldman: “I hereby declare, Robert Steven Everett and Nicholas Velasquez, guilty of crimes against me, Douglas Alan Feldman. Either by fact or by proxy, I find them both guilty. I hereby sentence both of them to death, which I carried out in August 1998. As of that time, the State of Texas has been holding me illegally in confinement and by force for 15 years. I hereby protest my pending execution and demand immediate relief.”)  For your Monday morning: YOU’RE WELCOME.

 

 

Creativity Mathematics

August 14, 2014

 “It takes a lot of time to be a genius. You have to sit around so much, doing nothing, really doing nothing” (Gertrude Stein) + “Everything is raw material. Everything is relevant. Everything is usable. Everything feeds into my creativity” (Twylla Tharp) = “29. You’re a Genius all the time” (Jack Kerouac)