I hardly have guest strips for my comic- in fact, the last one I had was in April of 2005. However, my good friend and web comic artist Dan Hernandez made me a guest strip for my birthday and how can I refuse him and his awesomeness.
He writes a super cool (bukakke) comic called Living with Toys- please go support my friend and read it.
Dan, thanks also for the bottle of wine for my birthday. It was very good.
(and thank you also for all the drinks last Sunday).
FYI- I put up a new set of greeting cards in the CLV store. Every purchase helps me live while I pursue my studies and keep the website running.
Also I'm preparing for MoCCA ArtFest right now- I was hoping to sell copies of Mona's book on what she wanted to be when she grows up but apparently I'm too stupid to know how to use a photocopier properly. Let's see if I can figure it out later this week. In the meantime, I'm planning on selling original sketches (CLV and random art), original comic strips (from Mona's childhood), colored signed prints, and 1 inch buttons. Everyone loves buttons!
Thanks to the people that sent me birthday wishes- they're very much appreciated!
Ahhh- I'm 26! I couldn't believe it until I looked at my myspace page and my age was staring at me in the face. My shrink told me I should pamper myself today. I told him I didn't think I deserved it quite yet (since I still have a lot of work to do) and he was like "But it's your birthday!" I told him I didn't think it was a big deal (this is when he started scribbling in his notepad) b/c it's not like it's an accomplishment or anything (see previous birthday blogs about my views on this). Nonetheless, I think I'll get myself a pedicure anyway b/c I wanna get my feet rubbed. For those who are curious, Edouard got me some pretty earrings and the Godfather trilogy- yay! And if you check to the upper right side of this website, you'll see that our sponser left me an awesome banner! Thanks Claire!
Today is 90 degrees, which is the warmest it's been in New York in a long time. This temperature peak happened last year on my birthday too. Is there a point to this story? No.
Anyway, I still have to write some thank you postcards to those people who sent me some donations- I'm sorry I didn't get them out sooner. When the hard drive crashed (and close to finals week, no less) I was a bit distracted but it's not really a good enough excuse for my terrible tardiness.
I also need to do that rabbit voice for ya'll.
Anyway, I'm going to post here one of the one page reading responses I wrote for my Methods class. It's concise and I like the question I pose at the end:
"Derrida's Parergon challenges the binary oppositions that constitute the metaphysics of presence by questioning Kant's use of the word parergon to break down the distinction between the inside and the outside. Derrida deconstructs this distinction in his critique of Kant's discourse on the frame. Kant interprets the frame as the outside, or periphery, as opposed to ergon, the primary subject. While Kant explains that there are permanent and stable distinctions between parergon and ergon, Derrida argues otherwise, saying that such differences are ambiguous and un-unified and that the limits of the frame itself are impermanent and unstable.
Derrida also challenges Kant's assertion that parerga in works of art exist purely for their augmentation, pointing out that Kant himself contradicts this notion by saying that artwork is complete in and of itself. Moreover, while Kant explains that there is a delineating element that separates artwork and its extrinsic additions, Derrida strongly argues against the possibility that this a priori distinction could even exist. He suggests that philosophers should instead address the broader issues of borders and frames in their study of art: 'What if the lack were not only the lack of a theory of the frame but the place of the lack in a theory of the frame?'
Nonetheless, Kant's writings may be admired for trying to explain how artwork, though judged through intersubjective agreement, can be empirically studied. Derrida's belief in the subjectivity of our perceptions has merit though it also makes it difficult to study art history as an academic discipline. Would it be fair to art history to allow all perspectives and judgments, regardless of background, to enter its canon or would complete acceptance of subjectivity damage it by allowing art history to be too broad and subsequently unclear about what it proposes to study?"
Well, I'm certainly glad that I got that external drive!
It's my birthday in 3 days... I'm going to be 26. I'm less depressed about this birthday than I have been with previous birthdays, but I sure don't like moving closer to 30 years old. Ewww.
I'm sure my parents and my uncle (especially my uncle) are way more weirded out by me inching closer and closer to 30 years old- they must feel ancient.
26! Jeez, where did all the years go? It feels just like yesterday that I was complaining about turning 23.
Good news today though: it's the opening day for the new Indiana Jones movie and I'm PUMPED! If my testosterone levels were any higher I would have a 3 day beard and an itching desire to go to a sports bar.
By the way, in about a month, I'm taking a trip to Europe to see the Egyptian collections in Berlin, London, and Paris (I've never seen the British Museum or the Agyptisches Museum). Hopefully by the time I leave I'll come up with an awesome dissertation topic. When I'm at the BM, I'm going to take a picture of myself with my Hieroglyphics text book next to the Rosetta Stone- I'm a nerd!
The school is also considering sending me to Egypt in the winter sometime, but we'll see how that works out. For now, seeing Egyptian collections in European museums should be good enough since I told my advisor that I don't want to be an archaeologist. I think my exact words were "I don't really like getting dirty and I tend to wither away when I'm not in urban settings... also I like to have access to plenty of indoor plumbing." Yes, I purposely made myself sound as spoiled as possible so that he wouldn't ever try to convince me to go on any of the digging seasons to Abydos.
I also archive all of the photographs and data for the Abydos expedition... and archaeology frankly looks way too detail oriented and boring for me.
I finished the semester and next time I do my blog I'm going to post a paper I wrote for my Methods of Art History and Art Criticism... b/c I'm proud of it.
It seems that my reign of terror will soon come to an end. Jen has finally gotten her laptop back, and just needs a few days to get her software back on it. (I need to ask her what service she used to get her ibook repaired, and umm... Not use it...)
So, with what little time I have remaining I want to talk about something near and dear to my heart... That has nothing to do with C'est La Vie. I'm talking about the plight of urban (bi)cyclists especially that of bicycle couriers (either food or parcel). I have a personal stake in this matter as a member of the Fraternal Order of Bicycle Couriers (#1740 West LA/Century City Division) and am quite frankly appalled and disturbed by some of the behavior of motorists that I have to share the road with. Encased in a shell of steel and aluminum it is quite easy to forget that the other souls on the road are physically quite fragile, especially if they are on a bicycle.
Bikes have a right to the road, (as per CVC 21200-10 in California and NYSCL 1230-8 in New York, I don't ride in Boston, because I have never been able to figure out the cowpaths they call streets there, I take the subway instead) .
Some of the abuse I've experienced as a cyclist (as a messenger or otherwise) has been quite shocking. Beyond being illegal, harrassing a cyclist on the road is the moral/ethical equivalent of abusing that old lady in the Oldsmobile in front of you who drives 10 miles under the speed limit. (Yes they annoy the hell out of me too, but then again, I just wait 'til its clear to drive around them, and get on with my life. I don't try to shout abuse, hurl projectiles or run them off the road).
Anyhow as someone who has spent more time in the LA underground bike scene than he cares to admit (Wolfpack Hustle... Midnight Ridazz) I wouldn't reccomend messing with LA cyclists anyhow. From personal experience I can tell you that half the bikers out here carry pepper-spray... The other half carry knives.
PS: If your ever in West LA and you see a 6 1/2 foot tall bike messenger of indeterminate race wearing a silver helmet (I'm the only messenger in the area that wears one it seems). Please be extra careful around him. Its been four months since I was last hit by a car. A personal record since I started messengering a while back. I'd like to keep my streak going.