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The Tuttles’ Madcap Adventures
You see, readers, I’ve recently become the wife of one handsome Mr. Tuttle and we’ve been chronicle-ing our adventures on a different site, therefore sending this old site into the interweb void.
Hope you will enjoy the new blog! Thanks for reading!
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The fella and I were doing some shopping this weekend and noticed that in some parking lots there are special parking spots for hybrid vehicles, way up in front, really close to the stores. This does not make sense to me.
The fuel efficient hybrid pulls into the parking lot, sees this special spot saved just for him, pulls in and turns off the engine, while the gas guzzling SUVs and Grandma’s luxury tank are cruising around looking for a spot. Then they see someone exiting the store and will sit, idling, waiting for that person to load their loot into their trunk, get in their car and back out ever so slowly.
Why are we in a hurry to get the hybrid car parked and engine turned off while in no hurry to stop the emissions of the gas guzzler? The hybrid can afford a few extra turns around the parking lot. Drive on, hybrid. Save that parking spot for Grandma’s 1992 Lincoln Town Car.
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You know the feeling you get when you have a head cold? It’s that drippy nose, constantly on the verge of sneezing, head imploding through the back of your eyes feeling. I’ve got that feeling right now. And…confession…I kinda like it. It makes me very aware of what is going on inside my skull. You never really think about what is going on in there until things are going terribly awry. Right? So with every sniffle, every salty tear and every squinty-eyed sneeze face I make, I consider it a mini anatomy lesson. Except, of course, when someone comes up to talk to me and I sneeze in their face. That’s just embarrassing.
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My theory on the Tiger Woods crash into a tree/fire hydrant in the middle of the night while his wife beats his truck with a golf club scandal. What? You haven’t heard about this yet?
Everyone knows that Toys R Us opened super early on Black Friday. Mr. Woods was simply getting up to go buy his kids presents at Toys R Us. I’m sure he likes fighting the crowds of soccer moms for a midnight bargain just like everyone else! And his wife was simply hacking away at the back window to get out the Zhu Zhu robotic pet hampsters that are all the rage this Christmas season before the kids could come out and discover them. And the reason he isn’t talking is because it will ruin his kids’ Christmas present surprise.
DUH!
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We have pet rats. Musie, a hairless rat, who is very friendly and likes to explore. And Mitchy, a furry rat, who bites, squeels when you pick him up and loves to eat. When you feed them, you have to wake up Musie and scoot him over to the bowl so that Mitchy doesn’t immediately eat it all.
Kaylon recently built the rats a maze out of cardboard and they love it. We spent Friday night at home watching our rats run through the maze. It was a great Friday night.
Last Listen
Fink: Sort of Revolution Album
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*Prologue: Steadman (as in Mr. Oprah Winfrey) is staying at the hotel where Kaylon works.
Kaylon: They just fired my boss.
Megan: Oh my. Why?
Kaylon: I don’t know.
Megan: I wonder what happened.
Kaylon: No idea.
Megan: Hmmm. Maybe he got caught spying on naked Steadman. Or maybe he was naked spying on Steadman.
Kaylon: I bet that’s it.
Megan: Or he and Steadman were both naked spying on the stupid, “where’s the park” lady.
Kaylon: I could see that as well.
Megan: Yeah, I think that is what happened. No doubt.
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I cut articles out of the newspaper and keep them in a folder. Yep, I’m that girl. I fear that I am one step away from being a scrapbook-er. Eeek.
Here’s the latest clipping…
Modern Lines for the Eternal City from The New York Times
Architecture review of Maxxi, the new museum of contemporary art designed by Zaha Hadid on the outskirts of Rome’s historic quarter
But it also is a way of making architecture – which is about static objects – more dynamic by capturing the energy of bodies charging through space.
What we don’t know, however, and won’t know for a while, is whether the galleries strike the right balance between the need to move crowds and the stillness required for contemplating art.
*photos and text from nytimes.com
Robert Motherwell
Lost in Form, Found in Line
At MoCA Jacksonville, Florida September 18, 2009 – January 3, 2010
Art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it. -Robert Motherwell
Motherwell and the other artists of The New York School were fascinated with automatism. For the surrealists two decades earlier, automatism was a means to explore the workings of the unconscious mind. For The New York School artists of the 1950s, automatism was an existential struggle for self-definition. Their aim was to invent themselves, and to capture each moment of self discovery as it unfolded on the canvas.
Motherwell’s “Elegy” Series – Austere. Monochromatic. A confrontation with established cultural values. Motherwell describes an Elegy painting using the words “abandonment, desperation, and helplessness”.
Motherwell’s “Opens” Series – Expressive color. Painterly. With a window or box motif placed spontaneously on the canvas.
Motherwell’s work is fresh, complex, emotional, and, in my humble opinion, brilliant.
*Images from Google. Text inspired from Jonathan Fineberg’s Art Since 1940, Strategies of Being 2nd Ed.
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Thanks to our lack of kitchen counter space and our inability to read the knobs on our oven, Kaylon and I are constantly setting things on our stove top and turning on the wrong burner, melting perfect spirals into random objects. I’ve started to consider this a form of art a la Robert Smithson’s Spiral Jetty. I’m sure one day we will have enough burnt objects to put together an exhibit.
A Cookbook
A Popcorn Bowl
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