We went to the Saint Louis Art Museum on free Friday, to see this season’s featured show, “Saint Louis Modern”, a retrospective of mid-twentieth century modern art and design from Saint Louis’s point-of-view. Most of this exhibit was closed to photography, except for this Saint Louis built, Chevy Corvette, which was at the beginning. They still make the Corvette here, it just looks a lot different now. The show was full of furniture and home furnishings, think the likes of Eames and Herman Miller. It reminded both Anne and I a lot of both of our respective parent’s choice of décor. In the exhibit, Anne overheard a young couple. The man was telling his date, “You know if you make more than one of an object, it’s not art anymore, it’s craft. At least that’s what they teach us at Webster University.” Anne couldn’t resist flinging the pretentiousness of this other guy, right back into Dan’s face yesterday, but he was ready for her. He no longer considers himself to be a pretentious hipster, but rather now a Yuccie, a member of the young urban creative class and now sees the line blurred between art and craft. Especially, since he is about to start mass producing his art.
In this painting, I especially like the throwback signage, Blue Chip Stamps and Bank Americard, and the classic yellow-orange California license plates. My first car was a VW Bug with plates like those. I understand that California is reissuing this iconic license plate scheme as sort of a vanity plate. Here is the Saint Louis Art Museum’s write-up on this painting:
A chain link fence extends across this composition, preventing access to the lot where a gleaming red Volkswagen is parked. Don Eddy, known for his paintings of automobile show rooms and parking lots, masterfully portrays reflective surfaces and employs traditional techniques of depth perspective. His visually complex work is built from layers of imagery and text from American car and consumer culture. In Private Parking X the patterned overlay of metal fencing adds an element of abstraction to an otherwise realistic depiction.
It rained this morning, spoiling our planned organized bicycle ride. It was one of Trailnet’s community rides. This one was called Bicrobrews and as the name implies constituted a combination bike ride and tours of several microbreweries. Yes, beer drinking would have been involved and since the ride started in the morning that old adage, “beer’s not just for breakfast anymore”, would have rung true. alas it was not to be, because of the rain. Later, in the afternoon, Anne and I did mange to squeeze in a wee bit of a ride, between the morning and afternoon thunder-boomers. I’m willing to accept all this rain on the weekend, because of the low temperatures that they bring. It is humid though.
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but three lefts do make a right. When we were cycling to dinner for Anne’s birthday, we observed a little traffic mishap, nothing serious really; actually it was more in the humorous vein. We were patiently waiting for the light at Lindell, in the right lane of Euclid. Another cyclist crossed in the cross-walk, on the left-hand side of the intersection, while at the red. There wasn’t any traffic coming then, except that when he had almost made it to the other side of the street, a car that had been waiting to turn right on the red honked at him. As soon as the cyclist had crossed, the driver pulled out, only to cutoff another driver, who had just arrived, speeding westbound on Lindell. That driver then honk voraciously at the first. Now that cyclist shouldn’t have crossed, but I’m not one to talk, because I have done the same thing numerous times, just maybe with a little bit more panache than that other cyclist.
The next day, I was leaving the grocery store and a van was idling in the road that runs along the front of the store. He was obviously waiting for someone, but he was also blocking the lane in front of the store. Another van comes up behind the first and because the first one is blocking the lane, the second guy begins honking at the first guy. After a little while, he gives up and then just pulls around him, since there never was any oncoming traffic. He pulls forward just one row and parks. I cross the street and also notice the woman who the first van had been waiting for, get in that vehicle. I also notice that the second van, the honking van has one of those blue multi-religious symbols bumper stickers that spell out the word ‘coexist’.
This week, I had to present my work. I have been doing a study that has been taking longer than my management had wanted. It was a trade study, but instead of actually discussing the study itself, I’ll use as an analogy that old Miller Lite ad slogan, “Great Taste…Less Filling!” Let’s just say that I was being asked to make the beer even less filling, without doing too much damage to the already “great” taste of Miller Lite. Present was the big boss and his little boss. I’ll cut to the chase; I presented a solution that made the beer even greater tasting and even more less-filling, a win-win. The big boss thanked me for a job well done. Then the little boss gripes about how long it took. The big boss said he wasn’t intending to mention that and he once again thanked me.