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Name: Frances
Country: Aruba
Gender: Female


Interests: clubbing anyone who espouses existentialist views over the head with the top of a tin trash can while screaming, "THIS IS REALITY, BITCH!" . . . I'm kind of just kidding . . .
Expertise: drivin' home!
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Hospitality


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Member Since: 5/5/2004

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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Currently Reading
CLOSING OF THE AMERICAN MIND
By Allan Bloom, Saul Bellow
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I'm frightened! I have a conference with three of my profs in an hour and three minutes! They get to sit there and critique my semester's work and I just got a final essay back from one of them and he OBVIOUSLY didn't get it! UK! I don't want to do this!

 On a happier note, we leave tomorrow morning for our long drive east! We should arrive around seven Thursday night! The only thing left to pack is the kitchen . . . AAAH! There's a lot to do! I can't wait to be on the road! YAY!!!!!!


Saturday, May 22, 2004

Currently Playing
Ohio
By Over the Rhine
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Is there anything that isn't communication?

. . too many cigarettes . . .
                                 . . . too much wine . . . . .
 
            is art anything other than an articulation of someone's/thing's relation to another? The relationships realized in art include the subject's relation to the artist as the artist creates, and the subject's relation to the viewer through the artist's creation (not to mention the complex relations of the artist and the viewer to experiences that prompt the recognition of the subject depicted in the art). The essence of art has something to do with humanity’s connection to things/each other realized in creation.
 
The recognition of "good art" is triggered by an acknowledgment that there are appropriate criteria for "valuable" creation, and that creation must necessarily possess the attributes that meet those criteria to be "valuable." These necessary attribute are inherently different for different viewers (thus varying tastes in art), however the acknowledgment that there is a - conscious or unconscious - criteria that informs our tastes, suggests that there is an underlying value in art that we all demand beyond the mere creation of things (skill level aside).
 
It is my view that these criteria are based on our ability to detect a common language (not a common message, duh, art can be "valuable" without being admirable or condonable) that is an acknowledgment of a shared humanity on some level. We must see things replicated in art that establish a connection to the artist, that is, in some way, "relevant" us, for it to be valuable.
 
In other words, a creator of things is not valuable because she/he create things, but instead is valuable because of the things he/she creates. This serves to further assert that art is an articulation of relationship as it is realized in creation. The viewer desires to be "spoken to," and the artist desires audience, yet unless the subject of the art meets the criteria (the vocabulary) of the viewer, the art is not considered "valuable." Thus something within us believes that a creator of valuable things should have something to say that is relevant to us.
 
My question is: why does our "fear of the unknown" extend to the reception of art? If one has been exposed merely to music that abides by the rules of western composition, music from the east is unpalatable *because* it is beyond understanding to the listener. Yet, an education in the eastern rules of music composition cannot only give legitimacy to the music, but also endow it with the kind of "value" that is a result of the viewer's acknowledgment of a common language. It is the articulation of something shared that gives art its value . . . this is getting redundant.
 
Does it follow that our lack of literacy in various forms of artistic expression is the cause for the kind exclusive "taste" acknowledgment that makes a piece of art "valuable" (again, this is not content, but expressive value)? Is there anything that could exchange between humans and maintain a lack of this kind of value if both members were adequately familiar with the medium?
 
If, contrary to a belief in the universal communicative transcendence of art, the reception of art is (at least) partially determined by the failure to recognize human commonality, art itself could be a study in the perpetual failure of human relationship . . . or something. . .


Currently Playing
Sketches Of Spain
By Miles Davis
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I just attended graduation.


Friday, May 21, 2004

I'm really sorry that I've been so lame with this blog. It has been hard to stay on top of anything at all that doesn't have to do with school . . . BUT NOW SCHOOL IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!  . . . and I can't think of anything to say.

I wrote part of a short story . . . that is kind of becoming a novella thanks to my eloquent longwindedness . . . ROCK! . . .

I found some really cool clothes in my hallway! They smelled pretty bad, but once I washed them the smell went away. I'm pretty happy about that!

My friend Anna and I may camp out in the quad tonight . . . cause she just bought a tent . . .

Some of my friends decided that we should have a prom. It was going to be last night, but it's been moved to Sunday. I'm pretty excited! I have to borrow a car so that I can get to a good Salvation Army and get something to wear . . . I miss driving cars . . .

My brain is not working at all. Maybe I should go smoke a cigarette and stop typing.

I can't wait to be home! This has been a long year and I want to eat my mom's cooking and forget about the evils of the world - and of academia in particular!

 

 


Everything is over. I danced the night away last night and made eggs this morning to celebrate! My Semester project is turned in and there is a pile of filling boxes growing against the wall in my room! Only another five days and I'm OUTA HERE!!!!!!!!!!!



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