Jen

Good morning! Back from the lovely Easter weekend. I wish every weekend consisted of three days rather than two.

I guess I should start off by apologizing for my behavior on Saturday night. Here is what happened to me, for those of you I had plans with. I guess I could blame everything on Friday night. Hmmm. Maybe I should do a play of the weekend. Good thinking.

Ok, Friday, Bora and I went to the MCA for a day of fine art, culture and gummi bears. I will say that the video piece, by who? (I can’t remember for the life of me,) of underwater footage with the song, Wicked Games by Chris Issac, is incredible. The girl that covers the song has a really mesmerizing terrible voice. When she screams “I don’t wanna fall in love,” you completely agree with her. The footage is just so soothing and such a contrast at times.

I’m going to voice one little complaint about contemporary art. So, there is this piece that consists of letters (perhaps from old signs,) on the wall, spelling out nothing in particular. Fine. I look at it and the first thing I want to do is make something of the mess, you know, spell it out or make works. Whatever. Then I read the text next to the piece and it talks about the hustle and bustle of urban life and contrasting the past to present blah blah blah. I didn’t even read the whole thing because a) no one would ever figure that out. I’m sorry. I don’t care if you are the most artsy fartsy person in the world, there is no way you could possible come up with that line of BS. b) I didn’t care. It wasn’t that awesome of a piece anyway. Basically, my complaint is, please do not put letters on the wall or stack driftwood and call it art.

Actually, one of the best parts of the MCA, excluding the awesome art we saw (really, so much to discuss) was watching these really terrible tennis players out of the back window (facing the lake) of the MCA. I mean, they sucked. Mind you, I am no pro tennis player, but everyone knows you have to let the ball bounce before hitting it back over the net. Pat called me as we were watching and he asked me what we were up to. I said, watching these two people suck royally at tennis. Another guy who was also looking out the window, turned to us (Bora and I) and laughed. Now that’s art.

Ah, I better post this before it gets too long. I’ll write the rest later.