Apparently, scientists have never seen any Sci-Fi movie…ever.
Receiving my latest edition of the American String Teachers Association newsletter, a headline read that a cabinet-level post for Arts and Humanities was gaining momentum. It pointed to an article in the Washington Post about the urge for this minister of culture and the potential for it with the ushering of a new president.
If there’s a theme I keep seeing, it’s simply put by Alex Ross’ blog (http://www.therestisnoise.com):
…art and politics have never mixed well on American soil. Anyone who favors a “Secretary of Culture” ought to read up on the political firestorm that consumed the WPA arts projects in the late 1930s. But symbolic gestures — recitals at the White House, attendance at concerts, and so forth — can send a strong signal.
Seeing some parallels? Economy of the ’30s. Economy of the… ’00s (I guess?) We know how well music and the arts did in the former, how will it do today?
I am hopeful of an administration that will support the arts, and advancing culture boosts good society (you’ve played Civilization 3 on PC, right?), all bolstered by the wonderful sight of John Williams’ piece for the inauguration, Air and Simple Gifts ushering in the new administration. The diversity (yikes, the D-word) of the performers was a good statement. This feels like a hopeful beginning to a more watchful eye for this side of culture.
Politics or not, Arts Secretary or not…
What do you see for the distant future?
I kind of miss being in Azusa. It’s been great to be in Oregon, family and friends will be dearly missed. But I am anxious to get back.
I re-watched the Star Wars saga over Christmas break. It was awesome. I introduced it to my younger brother and he loves it. It was so fun to see him get into like I used to as a kid.
In 2 months, I’m going to be an uncle. Holy crap. I’m getting older.
In 4 months, I’m graduating. Holy crap. I’m getting older.
In 6 months, my parents are moving to San Diego. It will be weird to “go home” to a house I’ve never been to, and not have a room to come home to. I’m sort of on my own now, but not really, but come graduation, I’m on my own. Holy crap I’m getting old.
Check out Jen Stark‘s paper artwork. It’s incredible.
I’ve pretty much decided that I’ll probably go to APU for grad school. It’s not ideal, but it’s free. That’s a tough price to beat.
It’ll be weird next year…working. Like a day job. I’m not really looking forward to it.
The Periodic Table of Awesoments. ‘Nuff said.
When I was a kid, Christmas used to have a magic to it. I used to go to bed early on Christmas Eve, wake up at 6:30 and try to get my parents up so that we could open presents. And it was the best thing in the world. Since entering college, Christmas has lost its magic completely. Am I the only one this has happened to?
I hate speling errors. And unnecessary apostrophe’s. (And parentheses that never close.
I miss people in Azusa. Particularly playing music with them.
Saturday Night Live has been cranking out some great skits lately. Andy Samberg, Fred Armisen, Kristin Wiig, and Bill Hader crack me up the most.
I’m putting stuff together for my Senior Recital. I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me.
Everyone and their Mother is getting married. I can name 7 couples that are my age that either just got married or are engaged. It’s ridiculous. That makes me feel old.
I like facebook. A lot. Don’t get me wrong. I just don’t like non-college age people on it. Like my relatives.
If you’ve made it this far, I applaud you. I would’ve given up at the second sentence. Here’s a present.
No, I don’t think this post could have been any more random.
Happy New Year!)
(I had to.)