"Move That Thing, You Chink!"

Hiya guys!

So, I apologize for signing off so early last night. It was late and I remembered I had to finish some last minute shit for 2D design. I'll explain the assignment a little later in this post (or maybe not).

As I mentioned in my last post, we went to the Met (the Met being, of course, the Metropolitan Museum of Art on 82nd). I was pretty damn excited since we'd actually be doing something cool after 3 long hours of endless poetry, and also since, depressingly and shamefully enough, I have never been to the Met before.

My parents have never been museum goers unless, being the ethnocentrics that they are, there is an exhibition of some sort of Asian (preferably Chinese) artist. I remember about a few months ago, we went to the Guggenheim to see this artist whose name leaves me. But anyways, he was known for making huge works from canvasses that he burned with gunpowder. It sounds cool, but honestly, it looks like shit smears.

But I digress. We divided into 4 groups of 9, and I was hoping--praying even--that I get to have Sam, my 3D TA, as my groups "leader" (even though he's spoken to me once, I think he's awesome. If Sean Formato, Ben Lovell and JJ Costabile had a love child, it would be Sam). I got stuck with the other TA instead, Anabelle. She's nice and seems pretty smart, but I paired up with her for poetry once and her writing is the pretentious sort that makes you want to facepalm yourself. But, nevertheless, I was still pretty pumped to be at the Met.

My group spent about an hour and fifteen minutes out of the 2 hours we had in the South-East Asian art. There's something you should know about me. I HATE ancient art, even if it is Asian, and to look at it for an hour and fifteen minutes... I swear, if I see one more statue of Krishna, I think I'LL turn blue. Jesus.

Then, to my delight, we got to go see pop art! Yay! How I love Andy Warhol and all the art he claims as his own even though he himself never made it! Yayyy!

I hate pop art.

But, the trip wasn't as dreadful as I've made it sound so far. We also got to see some pretty awesome stuff. Jeff Koons had three pieces up on the roof which I thought was amazing. He imitated such soft and fragile objects, such as a balloon dog, and built is very detailed with heavy metal. I great deal of juxtaposition there. And then I got to see Jasper Jones' White Flag and Damien Hirst's The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living. Two very awesome pieces that look exponentially better in person.

I seriously wish we had more time there, but perhaps it'll be better if I go on my own or with a friend or two....

Ahh, I'm exhausted. I'm falling behind on posts and it's my first week. So typical. I'll post eventually about today's book binding endeavors soon (probably tomorrow).

Lo siento!
Cody

EDIT: I just realized I didn't explain my title. Some old lady with poofy white hair and a flat pale snake face was walking by me while I stood literally right next to the wall so I was squished beyond belief. It was raining and I had my umbrella up. This woman shoves my umbrella out of the way, shoots me a nasty nasty glare and proceeds to say "Move that thing, you chink!"

I dunno, I thought it was funny.