I grew up listening to the radio. Commercial radio stations would play a small handful of songs again and again. They were paid to do that. The effect was that listeners would either end up loving or hating the song(s) purely through repetition.
Normalizing hate works in a similar way. When a message is repeated frequently and simultaneously, listeners will either block it out or it will become an ear worm, something they repeat in their heads solely out of learned habit.

A 'friend' on Facebook shared a comment about the look on the face of a teenage boy who we're told was mocking a Native American elder on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial this week. The FB friend said that anyone who has ever been an "other" and been bullied or harassed for it, would recognize the malice in the eyes of that teenager. And it's true.

I remember the look of confusion, frustration, and also anger in the eyes of people who knew they hated me but didn't know why. When in groups, these confused strangers can be really scary.

I dent eat tee cry sees

I've chosen Georgia font for a reason. It's so serious, but bulbous. Like me.
But lately, I haven't really felt serious. I've been reading for fun. British history, grant it, but still fun. I should get crackin', eh?
I'm teaching Theories of Contemporary Art. The class will focus on politics and art and well also Politics and art. I like to make a distinction using only upper and lower case letters.

the long and short

I, yes I, am finally considering exchanging some of my precious vinyl for cds. I mean, only the albums that can exist on cd without losing their complete fidelity. And of course, not picture discs or albums not available on cd. I am only considering it.

some peeps got hate...

http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/britartfire/story/0,14634,1310814,00.html


Four months ago, fire swept through an east London warehouse rented by the storage company Momart. Hundreds of works by leading British artists were destroyed in the blaze. It was dubbed a disaster by some - and celebrated by much of the rest of the country. In the most extensive investigation so far, James Meek examines why so many significant pieces of art were put at risk and assesses the real cost of the inferno

the article is two part and worth a read. i hope this and/or other publications keep up with this story, not just for the drama...
the sad/funny thing is...the writer interviews peeps on the street about the sitch, and they know about it!! THEY HAVE AN OPINION ABOUT IT (and art). whatta laugh that would happen here. like ann said "some poor schmo at the wiggly buying lettuce..." wouldn't know an American artist if life/death depended on it. and even then, most walk-around peeps might think it's important what happens to some 'rich person's art collection'
so that's just me imposin'...

some one who claims

for someone who claims to like scary movies why have i not seen the new exorcist movie? part of it maybe getting old and feeble and worried about breaking a hip running to the car in a darkened parking lot in the dark after the movie lets out. i seem to actually find it creepier to leave a scary movie at midday...but the usual conception of scary is in the dark and it's other people's imagination that scare me the most right now. but how many people out there really have an imagination or the energy and will to use it if they have it?? the kind that really scares me is what i've heard referred to as the "redneck" imagination...that's the string of scenarios that always starts, "i wonder what it would feel like to....?" while the majority of the time that kind of curious and distasterous energy is directed at themselves...it's the few really scary times that someone drags someone over a dirt road, or locks someone in the trunk of a car then drives them to a remote place and kills them. or breaks into a home and has their way with the residents, eats a sandwich and lets their cats out. ugh. now i am creeping myself out.