CNN delivers again with this hard-hitting exclusive top story. The Peabody folks are actually starting to take back previous awards from CNN. The worst thing is that this has become standard for the editorial culture there. No one even recognizes how embarrassing it is.
Fortuitous ad timing and placement for Toyota on CNN.com.
Bieber actually makes me nostalgic for the days when Canada sent us Anne Murray.
Also, isn’t one of the N’s in CNN supposed to stand for “News”?
As we observed tonight’s three-hour time-release Ambien awards show:
- Breaking News: French filmmakers surrender Oscars for The Artist.
- Really? Jethro Tull wins for best actress? Come on!
- Last victim on the death reel? The Oscars.
- Breaking News: Nick Nolte responds to his inclusion in the Oscar death reel.
- What a shocking twist that M. Night Shyamalan directed The Artist. Did not see that coming.
- The Oscars suck and celebrities are stupid and not funny and we’re the real stars on Twitter and I’m sad now and going to bed. 😦
- I just hope Angelina makes it through the Death Reel.
- That’s awesome that Bret Michaels won. Poison Forever!
- They really need to kill some celebrities in live time during the “In Memoriam” to pick things up tonight.
- I’m starting to think Nicolas Cage totally deserved his Oscar, and probably a couple more. #FireGhostWeirdSuckStillInTheaters
- I can’t wait until Nick Nolte sings The Gambler.
- I can’t WAIT for Billy Crystal to star in the Golden Girls movie reboot.
- Is this Occupy Wall Street? I’m so confused.
- Is the Academy mad at us? What did we do to deserve this?
- Oh thank god for this Wizard of Oz focus group. #Redemption
- It’s so cool that ABC broadcast this rehearsal of the Oscars.
- I can’t believe they’ve let Chris Brown perform two montages. #DontForget
- That’s true of so many important moments in my life. / RT @aimeemann: Watching the Oscars. Justin Bieber is the highlight so far.
- I’ve never been more excited about the NBA.
- Is this CSPAN?
- Did anyone else catch that glimpse of Nick Nolte tongue kissing Leonard Nimoy in the balcony?
- Whitney Houston died for this?
- Hey, when does this Billy Crystal infomercial end and the Oscars(TM) start?
- Don’t be so sure./ RT @thesulk The Oscars may suck but at least they won’t end with Tom Brady on his ass.
- Woody Harrelson kicked ASS in the Slam Dunk contest last night. #Oscars #NBAAllStars
- Surprising choice to have Nick Nolte sing the national anthem to kick things off. #Oscars
- Albert Nobbs is a man? Come on!
- RT @aimeenancygrace I’m sitting down at Safeway eating a peanut butter sandwich because I’m hypoglycemic. #Oscars
- Kelly Osbourne’s hair is the color of ditto ink from when I was in elementary school. #FewPeopleWillGetThis #AhhhhTheSmell
- Melanie Griffin looks like the old sunbathing woman from Something About Mary
We went to the Arts Festival at Piedmont Park in Atlanta this past weekend. The heavy, stifling summer swelter has finally relented to cool sunny skies and crisp fresh air—a perfect day to join our city neighbors in celebration of staggeringly shitty art.
It’s safe to say we don’t know real art from our assholes (although many in the local art community do regard my asshole as a work of special consideration). That said, we are certain no actual art was disturbed in the hosting of this festival.
It’s no small feat to host an arts festival of this size without a single discernible work of actual art. Hundred of booths lined miles of park paths, with artisans peddling their creations. The day’s biggest draw was in the park just outside the entrance of the official festival, where a street performer held the crowd captive playing drums on plastic buckets. We nicknamed him Neil Dirt.
The festival-sanctioned art delivered standard outdoor event fare. We enjoyed watching white suburban liberals peruse the ethnic art, conspicuously enriching their cultural appreciation by nodding thoughtfully at pieces they would never actually bring into their homes. Some stared pensively, allowing these diverse perspectives to evoke rich new personal and intellectual horizons. (The most honest ones realized that the art evoked memories of watching Good Times reruns on TBS as a kid, but they kept it to themselves.)
There were also photographers, jewelry makers (who probably acquitted themselves the most successfully), folk artists working with license plates, and some shimmery lacquered Japanese fish painters. (The art was shimmery and lacquered, not the painters, much to our disappointment.)
The dominant festival trend, however, was the Bored Housewife Collections. At some point between the ages of 43 and 55, many married women seem find their artistic “gift.” With Oprah and chardonnay as their muse, they put oil or pastel to canvas to express all the beauty, passion and feelings they’ve repressed during 20 years of PTA meetings, carpools, soccer games and thoroughly unsatisfying marital sex.
The ones with big dreams and disposable income end up here, some surely realizing a return of at least $0.24 for every dollar they spend on materials, transportation and booth rental. We wish we had taken more pictures, but we think you can visualize: Lots of stiff, static two-dimensional still-life portraits, often of flowers, wine glasses and bottles, or loaves of French bread, with no sense of dimension, depth, light or perspective. Or worse, “abstract” works, crafted at the hands of carefree spirits buoyed by Bikram and Xanax who refuse to let the rules of society, art or good taste confine them. “I love to work in color,” we imagine them saying at parties.
Actually, we don’t have to imagine, because they say things like this:
“I recently re-visited Pearl S. Buck’s book ‘The Good Earth’. It totally made me paint in a quiet, filmy kind of way… almost as if with vapor. This series grew out of that feeling I got while listening to the book on tape.”
We only snapped one picture at the festival, but we think it’s representative of the genre:
And in case you think we unfairly selected one work from this artist out of context:
The latest updates on the presidential debates in New Hampshire:
- Adult men who are obsessed with the My Little Pony animated show. They call themselves Bronies. I don’t want to know what a “Broner” is.
- The absolute best careening drunken stumble captured by hotel surveillence that you’ll see today. It is important that you watch this.
- Maths. One of our all-time favorites, from the “Look Around You” series by the brilliant Peter Serafinowicz.
- U.S. Senate the latest victim of hacking attack by a wine sipping Mr. Peanut.