Monday, September 08, 2003

Made my day A girl came up to me between classes today because she thought she recognized me as someone who helped her move in last year.  I didn't remember her, but everything else added up, so I assume she was one of the people Josh and I helped move in last year as part of the Cru team (which does such things on frosh move-in day; I didn't help this year because, well, I'm an outsider now and no one informs me of those things, but that's irrelevant.) Anyway, she was very kind and thanked me emphatically, and I probably blushed and stammered, like usual, I don't remember.  Just thought I would mention that, since it's unusual that someone would not only remember that, but come up and thank you a year later; very rare. Maybe there's hope for this place yet. 8:30:43 PM    comment [] Hell on a poker; Exh 332A BritArt's Hirst sees God in formaldahyde.  The visitor is met at the entrance by The Prodigal Son, Hirst's 1994 work of a pickled calf sliced in half. There follows an installation comprising the bloodstained glass cabinets depicting the martyrdom of various saints and a floor work Jesus and the Disciples consisting of 13 glass tanks -- 12 of which contain a cow's head in formaldehyde while the remaining one holds only the pickling liquid. Incongruously jostling for position on the walls of blood and death are four works made of brightly colored butterflies glued to canvas with titles such as Devotion and Rapture. Well, I guess it turns somebody on.  Think I'll pass on the after-dinner special.  9:54:22 AM    comment []

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