rivendellrose:

solarbird:

fullcontactmuse:

pervocracy:

rikodeine:

i love this so much i dont know where to start

- the comedy itself

- the commentary on ‘what is art’

- further on what is art: the viewers are interpreting this as art, but the intention of the “artist” was not actually art, so is it art or not? who gets to decide, the viewers or the creator?

- the act of placing the glasses and watching the response (and the response itself being that the viewers treated the glasses as art) as performance art

like is this a critique of postmodernism? does the critique betray itself since (one could argue) the viewers interpreting the glasses as art makes them art? or is that so ridiculous that it doesn’t matter? i could go on

The intention of the “artist” was not actually art, but… their intention was to create a specific image for public display in order to evoke a reaction from an audience, and then to create an image of that in order to evoke a different reaction from a second audience.

I think they accidentally arted.  Twice.

“I think they accidentally arted. Twice.”

Love!

YEP 100% ARTED TWICE

Honest to god, when I was at MoMA a few years ago I had a problem a few times where I’d walk into a room and see, like, a bench, or in one case a random pile of lumber, and think “I don’t know if I should sit on this or if it’s art,” or “Is this room under construction or is this meant to be some kind of post-modern commentary on deconstructionism?”

I have two fucking liberal arts degrees and a certificate in museum studies, and I honestly had a hard time telling, sometimes, what was intended to be viewed as art and what was not. The best way to be sure was to look for the little sign with the artist’s name and the title of the piece, and assume that if the printed-out sign on the wall didn’t have one it was probably not intended as art. That’s how post-modern shit gets sometimes. And then someone goes and does this, and the responses are so… I don’t even know whether to bang my head on the wall or be thrilled by the extent to which artistic analysis can be taken.

agoodflyting:

everydayiztumberling:

matchgirl42:

micdotcom:

Watch: “Liberal Redneck” suggests some other countries where these bigots can go live.

“You’re a white person in America, so I could see why you’d think this, but tellin’ other people how to live is actually NOT a right you have.”

DING DING DING

It’s really refreshing to see this, coming from someone who lives in the South.

copperbadge:

copperbadge:

I went running a little later than usual this morning, which means I caught the sunrise; sunrises are nice and all, but sunrise is way cooler reflected in the faces of the buildings on Michigan Avenue. 

And then I punched a pigeon in the face. Possibly to death. I’m not feeling good about it. 

I was on the return leg, near the CSO, and there was a homeless dude to my right and some pigeons to my left up ahead. I was just running along, mostly thinking unflattering thoughts about Coldplay and why they had to make Viva la Vida so very long, when I startled the pigeons and they took off. 

And you know, sometimes when you startle a bird they fly straight towards you.

So I startled too and ducked right, but as I ducked right, my left foot came forward and both my hands came up to block. And because my left foot was forward, right arm was blocking, and my left arm was already raised, I just like….instinctively threw what I have to admit was a frankly amazing left hook. 

I didn’t mean to. It just happened. It’s probably the most beautiful punch of my life (not difficult, I haven’t punched much) and I socked that pigeon right in its poor tiny face. 

Feathers went everywhere (including up my nose, oh my god) and I stopped and did like a weird hop-turn thing to slow my momentum, and what I saw was just freaked out birds and a cloud of feathers and homeless dude losing his shit laughing.

And I didn’t know what to do, I don’t know what one does when you’ve just punched a bird probably to death. I couldn’t even see a body. Did I vaporize the bird? 

So I looked at the settling feathers and I looked at the homeless dude, who started laughing all over again, and I turned around and legged it (Viva la Vida was still playing). 

So IDK if I can trust any pace I set this morning, because man is inherently destructive and eternally at odds with nature. 

But I did 1.93 in 26:37 for a pace of 13.47 which is slower than my average and likely does account for the bird punching. 

I am almost definitely going to hell.

Update because I laughed way too hard at my own joke:

Co-worker: So, I told my partner about you punching a bird while running…he nearly lost it, he was laughing so hard…since he is starting street running again, I felt I should let him know what proper bird encounter protocol is :)
Sam: HAHAHA. Step in and swing with the left! Protect the face from feathers with the right!
Co-worker: I am envisioning you training runners, drill sergeant style on how defend yourself from rogue birds…
Sam: Krav Caw-Caw