Crab Festival..thing of the past?? stay tuned..

A part of me died today when I read this article about the beloved and delectable blue crab. They are not coming back folks and may never return! At first I thought, did the notoriety of the Vo crab festivals spread as far as Chesapeake Bay? Perhaps the crabs have become wise to these annual holocausts and have started taking measures to avoid such an unfortunate fate. Who knows. In any case, we must take note that blue crabs may no longer be available for our future consumption. We should savor them while we can!! I feel bad that future generations will not know the magical taste of these wonderful seas creatures. Fortunately, I will be there to remind them of what they missed out on.

Oh and one more thing before I go..be green, stop polluting, and recycle or Al Gore will come to your house and mess you up. Seriously.

The Science of Hypocrisy

Today's events have brought me to an interesting google search-- hypocrisy. I will disagree with this author that hypocrisy is a "high-level" thought process. Quite the contrary. It is an instinctive, visceral reaction. This article fails because it only examines complicated issues, like politics and solving problems. It doesn't examine the smaller scale of interactions.

Schooling

In art schools, the recent trend is to focus the student on honing their technical skills. Which I think is wonderful. It gives the students a set of tools they can use to say what they want. So, by the time their final thesis is presented, there isn't an excuse for bad work. In the past, art students are pushed to produce their signatures prematurely. To create something that no one else has done before. Something new, and something that's all your own. But how do you find your own voice when your're only beginning to learn the language?

So many times, I have seen undergraduate art students unapologetically and self-righteously cranking out canvas after canvas of the same unprogressive paintings, all the while proclaiming that it's their "style". The time they wasted locking themselves into developing this premature voice takes away from their potiential to learn better vocabulary for what they're trying to say. The professors would give them their 'A'. However, very few of those professors (who are often many times at the brink of irrevelance themselves) are there to lend them support and real-world guidance when they realize that the victorian novels that they though they've accomplished, Charles Dickens has done already, and has done better. Afterwards, they snap their brush in two, proclaim that "art indeed blows" and go to law school. Of course, the world might always need another lawyer.

I'm sorry, I enslaved people because I lost weight

Talk about grasping at straws. I love how the defense attorneys to the Long Island bitch who enslaved her poor Indonesian help claimed her dramatic loss was one of the reasons why she mistreated them. If she was feeling so bad, why not just eat a freaking steak and I don't know, NOT make her maids eat their own vomit?

I was so bored today I found an article on Boredom

Though I love the magazine Scientific American, it tends to be long-winded. Good thing I was in the right frame of mind to seek it out and read five pages on exactly why people get glazed-eyed-bored. So, if you're like me and feeling unmotivated, read why you are. But really, wow. This article sums up my whole philosophy on that people just need something to do, to be useful. Myself ultimately included. What is that phrase..."idle hands do the devil's work"? Damn right. Except for me it's "idle hands start googling and looking for cheap plane tickets and then I really start to hate my job."