And now… Your moment of Zen.
So my socially conservative father comes home from work and says, “I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but [Cousin Bob] now goes by [Cousin Sally].” After using the wrong pronouns and microwaving some coffee, he leaves and my mom turns to me and squeels, “OMG YOU CAN HAVE A TRANSGENDER COUSIN! I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!”
(Submitted by phantomdoodler)
Dude. Rad? Yes.
Last year, local singer and guitarist Stephanie Morris, committed suicide. As a memorial to her, her husband Nathan Keay (a Chicago-based photographer and artist, who also produces work for the museum where I work) created a new site-specific sound installation in the home that they shared. According to the Chicago Reader:
“-1” consists of 100 minutes of “silence,” recorded since Morris’s death in their home and in locations significant to the couple—snippets of what life sounds like without her—which will be played in a simultaneous, nonsynchronized collage on one hundred speakers placed around their home. Keay bought speakers of varying size and quality at thrift stores around Chicago over the past year, and 50 MP3 players will each contain a pair of minute-long recordings. Of the work Keay writes, “Silence is not always what we think it is. Silence can be the absence of sound; an accustomed sound gone or the loss of a voice. Absolute silence is hard to come by. These sounds are what are left.”
The installation runs just two days this week, on Friday from 6-9 PM and on Saturday from noon-4 PM, at Keay’s home, 3733 W. Eddy St. #2
One of my favorite artist legends is that of John Cage in the anechoic chamber. He expected to hear silence but instead heard his nervous system and his circulatory system as a high and a low frequency noise respectively.
I think I’ll make time for this piece.
Lovely and devastating.
According to Jupiter Stock Images, gay and lesbian relationships have the same dynamic. One partner enjoys reading. The other enjoys glowering from across the bedroom. Which one are you?
Deb and I take turns; it keeps the spice in our relationship.
Oh Christ, is there some sort of support group that I can join to deal with my own feelings of homophobia?
