Independent school of Art
Today was the first "class" of this new art school I got into, the Independent school of Art (as featured in Readymade!). The bike ride downhill to the SOMA: 10 minutes. The bike ride home: 30 minutes. Total distance biked: 7 miles. I hate living on this steep ass, insane grade hill, coming home feels like an Everest ascent, and then I think of poor Lance Armstrong and maybe if I was coming home to Sheryl Crow that would motivate more because I would punch her for that stupid cover of Led Zeppelin's Dyr Makr. Of course, I arrived home very sweaty, as opposed to just the regular sweaty I get from the hill hike.
Anyway, the school is founded on some pretty neato ideas, read more about it at www.independentschoolofart.org
This session is about 15-16 people, most of us met for the first time tonight and shared our portfolios and talked about what we wanted out of these weekly meetings, it's very free-form and kinda socialist which of course appeals to my Berkeley leanings. Tuition is $100, which we have to raise in a week without getting a job, and we have to barter 10 hours of our time doing something. So Marika and I are thinking of hosting a speed-dating night for all our single friends, charging $10 a head, that doesn't require too many folks, and we'll get them drunk and maybe love connections can be made but it's all for charity so that's a good thing. The other idea I had was testing my trivial pursuit skills at a coffee shop on 24th for $1 a question or something...I have a week before I have to start making the money so we shall see. And my barter hours, what special skills do I have?
In other news: I saw Matchpoint, the new Woody Allen film with Jonathan and Scarlett Johansson and Brian Cox (best actor in the movie). My conclusion is Scarlet J. is pretty but can't act, and I can't stop seeing Mr. Rhys-Meyers as the androgynous Bowie-esque character from Velvet Goldmine (a bad movie I love, more on that category later). Let's face it, Woody is a big ol' misogynist who seduced his (adopted) daughter and left his wife for her, so those biographical facts totally inform the film. But, it had some great shots and imagery and stuff, I think I've just been seeing too many wierd/sad/tragic relationship movies (Brokeback Mountain...so good and so painful). Lessons learned: Matchpoint don't be unfaithful unless you have a good crime to get out of it, and don't be gay in the sixties and seventies in Wyoming.
Alright, goodnight.
Anyway, the school is founded on some pretty neato ideas, read more about it at www.independentschoolofart.org
This session is about 15-16 people, most of us met for the first time tonight and shared our portfolios and talked about what we wanted out of these weekly meetings, it's very free-form and kinda socialist which of course appeals to my Berkeley leanings. Tuition is $100, which we have to raise in a week without getting a job, and we have to barter 10 hours of our time doing something. So Marika and I are thinking of hosting a speed-dating night for all our single friends, charging $10 a head, that doesn't require too many folks, and we'll get them drunk and maybe love connections can be made but it's all for charity so that's a good thing. The other idea I had was testing my trivial pursuit skills at a coffee shop on 24th for $1 a question or something...I have a week before I have to start making the money so we shall see. And my barter hours, what special skills do I have?
In other news: I saw Matchpoint, the new Woody Allen film with Jonathan and Scarlett Johansson and Brian Cox (best actor in the movie). My conclusion is Scarlet J. is pretty but can't act, and I can't stop seeing Mr. Rhys-Meyers as the androgynous Bowie-esque character from Velvet Goldmine (a bad movie I love, more on that category later). Let's face it, Woody is a big ol' misogynist who seduced his (adopted) daughter and left his wife for her, so those biographical facts totally inform the film. But, it had some great shots and imagery and stuff, I think I've just been seeing too many wierd/sad/tragic relationship movies (Brokeback Mountain...so good and so painful). Lessons learned: Matchpoint don't be unfaithful unless you have a good crime to get out of it, and don't be gay in the sixties and seventies in Wyoming.
Alright, goodnight.
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