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On July 4th, 2006, I embarked on a quest to become the pre-eminent American portrait painter of the 21st century. This blog chronicles that journey. With apologies to Joan Didion, I call it THE YEAR OF MAGICAL PAINTING.
"Edge! Play the blues!"Anyway, I'm typing away and the presence of a bit of a scratch on the album makes itself known to me through my ears. Less a scratch and more a physical thing. Like a tiny chunk of something attached to the surface of the record. The fun thing is that you hear it five times: the first, quite dimly in just the left speaker as the edge of the stylus brushes by it; then more noticeably, but still in the left; then fully, and centered; then less noticeably, now in the right speaker; then finally, dimly, again right; and then nothing.
Achtung Baby is the name you're searching for.
Yes it is. Thank you.
Not necessary. We exist to serve.
Yes it is.
"Outside is America!"
Do you mean like Central Park?Troy? Lovely spot, but not so much with the quasi-monumental business. Although the remake of the waterfront park turned out better than I thought it would, and one rejoices in the small victories, doesn't one?
Yes, I suppose. More currently, perhaps, one might think of the High Line.
Yes, I suppose one might.
We Are!In the meantime, here's a picture of my new bike:
At 6:27 local time, Marvin Wilson was executed in Texas. The Supreme Court denied on Tuesday a stay of the execution on the grounds that Wilson was mentally retarded. Marvin Wilson was convicted of beating Jerry Williams, a police informant, and then shooting him in the head and neck at close range in November 1992. Wilson’s lawyers said their client has a low IQ of 61 and never progressed beyond the elementary-school level in reading and math. In 2002, the Supreme Court ruled that mentally deficient defendants couldn’t be put to death, but left it up to the states to determine the threshold.This would be Mr. Wilson:
If the State of Texas is executing retarded people willy-nilly, I don't see the harm in stringing up Bernanke. At least he knows what he's doing.
Brief personal aside: It should be noted that the horns seen on the Perry painting appeared during the annotation process, and are not part of my original painting. That, howsoever appropriate, would have been inappropriate, given my quasi-journalistic sobriquet, The Painter of Record.