Thursday, May 27, 2010

6:34 p.m.

Today, we went to the British Museum to see Magnificent Maps. Rooms full of maps—from a Roman map carved from stone, to a map for King Henry VIII, to Grayson Perry's Map of Nothing — illustrated that their use as a geographic tool was not necessarily as important as their ability to enhance social and political status as works of art and visual history lessons.

The content, colors and details — minute forests to unbelievable mystic serpents — are a testament to humanity's permanent interest in growth, beauty and the unknown. Some maps represented a large period of time, and significant warfare was documented through battling ships on the high seas or forts across vast terrain. Before spending this much time with a variety of historical maps, I had never thought of them as visual histories. T, however, made a good point: there really is no better way to document a war than on a map — what could be more strategic and practical than a map? After all, they play an integral role in warfare.

Admittedly, I have trouble with maps. It takes me ages to figure them out, figure out where I am, and figure out where I'm going. But still, we all have used a map at least once in our lives, and that's why I was delighted to see an amazingly receptive audience at the exhibition. There was so much chatter, quiet laughter (who could resist when faced with the world's largest atlas!?) and animated gesturing among groups of people. They were truly engaged in the exhibit, as was I.

6:24 p.m.

Missouri has received its fair share of rain this Spring, with flowers in bloom and everything so fresh. But, flying over England is like looking out over jeweled hills of emerald, jade and peridot. From a plane, the view is so lovely that the exorbitant amount of annual rainfall and grayness is excusable. Silver chains of winding, twisting roads string identical rowhouses like beads that are clasped together by sparkling interruptions of streams and canals. Peeking past the puh-puh fluff of white clouds is like looking through a frosted glass box at Britain's natural Crown Jewels.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

11:19 a.m.

I profiled ceramic artist Ian Shelly for Review Magazine. Check it!

Saturday, May 22, 2010

11:23 p.m.

Go check out my review of the current show at the Columbia Art League. It's online, at Review Magazine!

Friday, May 21, 2010

9:57 p.m.

Partially moved-out. Partially moved-in. Partially gray-haired.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

6:47 p.m.

The fragrance of onions caramelizing in a pan is well worth the trouble (if there is any) of cooking for one. Their sizzle evokes the greasy, delicious stench of a burger diner with the promise of a pineapple milkshake afterwards, and no lactose intolerance-related consequences.


I admit that I've always been a fan of the London 2012 Olympic logo. It's unusual, striking and whether they like it or not, at least people notice it.

But the 2012 Olympic and Paralympic mascots? I just can't get behind them. Actually, I really don't want to stand near them. Or be seen with them. Their cycloptic stares kind of freak me out.