Hmm. Nothing new. Birthday/Thanksgiving tomorrow, which will be fun. Mother and I will cook vegetarian things; father will sit and bemoan the lack of turkey. I will eat delicious pie, for lack of a cake.
Reading Rothko's book, Artist's Reality. Dense, but fascinating. He has this theory that artists now are better off than those in the Renaissance, even though the latter had wealthy patrons supporting their work, because those patrons had great control over artists and the work they produced. They could even have those artists tortured or killed, apparently. So he says that contemporary artists are more free, for without those patrons we have the freedom to starve. Rothko believed that the freedom to choose to starve for one's work is the greatest possible freedom.
Quote of the day:
FRIEND: I wish that someone would do something else for Christmas besides The Nutcracker.
ME: Or A Christmas Carol. I hate A Christmas Carol!
FRIEND: Don't you just want to yank Tiny Tim's crutch out from under him? And beat him with it?
Sweet Lord, I've turned into the Grinch.
Reading Rothko's book, Artist's Reality. Dense, but fascinating. He has this theory that artists now are better off than those in the Renaissance, even though the latter had wealthy patrons supporting their work, because those patrons had great control over artists and the work they produced. They could even have those artists tortured or killed, apparently. So he says that contemporary artists are more free, for without those patrons we have the freedom to starve. Rothko believed that the freedom to choose to starve for one's work is the greatest possible freedom.
Quote of the day:
FRIEND: I wish that someone would do something else for Christmas besides The Nutcracker.
ME: Or A Christmas Carol. I hate A Christmas Carol!
FRIEND: Don't you just want to yank Tiny Tim's crutch out from under him? And beat him with it?
Sweet Lord, I've turned into the Grinch.
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It's fiction, but people do this sort of stuff all the time. The forbidden thrill of being granted dominion over another's domicile is just too much for many to control.
Back in college, both my girlfriend and I were going out of town, so she asked the neighbor across the hall to "feed Kitty". We returned a day early without giving notice and her bedroom looked like a tornado had hit her panty drawer. They were literally strewn all over the room, hanging from the lampshade, etc. I envisioned a kid running into a leafpile, except these leaves were women's underwear.
Happy holidays BTW.