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Monday, August 04, 2008


The Great Levelling

Scratch a lefty do-gooder, and you'll find Jose Ferrer. No,
he's not really a Christian. He's a self-hating control freak.

X-ABUSERZ. Every once in a while, the curtain parts and you get a glimpse of the great 'progressive' vision of the human race. When it happens, I'm always reminded of the irony that Hollywood and show business types generally are so devoted to the left wing of the political spectrum. Their more natural philosophical home is libertarianism -- the "get the hell off my back and stay off my back" core of conviction that unites almost all sectors of the right against the drab coercive egalitarianism of the left. Of course, there's usually a camouflage principle at work. The left's obsessive desire to control and regulate and 'fix' the lives of the common people they presume to speak for is rarely aimed at the elites who lend an air of glamour to their dreary goals and totalitarian policy prescriptions.

In their utopian ideal, if your next-door neighbors lived like the Kennedys, you'd be an eyewitness to a swarm of social workers, child welfare bureaucrats, officers of the court, and other custodians of secular morality descending to sting the family into the correct state of 'freedom' -- drug-free, booze-free, tobacco-free, SUV-free, fat-free, cholesterol-free, sodium-free, wealth-free, religion-free, obsession-free, risk-free, hyperfertility-free (two kids and then a vasectomy, you hear?), and consumer excess-free. Then they have the nerve to lecture the rest of us about tolerance. Christians say, "Hate the sin but not the sinner." It's the leftists who say (if only to themselves), "Hate the sinner, too, because he refuses to listen to me."

It's really no accident that it's the richest who hate riches the most and the most sybaritic who hate excess of all kinds the most. They despise themselves and rather than face that unpleasant fact, they choose to despise others instead. There's no more obnoxious breed of secular moralist than the ex-smoker or the reformed alcoholic. The great solipsistic battle against their own continuing temptations turns all the rest of us into a foil for their personal ego dramas.

That's why the curtain parts from time to time, as it did Friday, in the pages of the LA Times, where someone named Eric Lucas was allowed to publish a singularly ugly little exercise in narcissism called "Sobering up on Heath Ledger." It begins:

Don't memorialize the 'Dark Knight' star's death with an Academy Award.

It's time to stop the canonization of Heath Ledger. He's not a tragic hero. He's not a beautiful martyr. He's just a pretty good actor who did away with himself and broke the hearts of his family and friends, and he shouldn't get an Academy Award to memorialize his death.

Ledger's brief career culminated in his portrayal of the Joker in " The Dark Knight," a role that at first seems compelling ("mesmerizing," critics have fawned) but ultimately devolves into a can-can dance of snuffling pseudo-psychopathia. It has all the subtlety of a hangover -- exactly what I'd expect from someone who headed home every night to a pill party. Still, "The Dark Knight" has soared to unprecedented success, and Ledger's name is mentioned incessantly for an Oscar.

As soon as I read these two paragraphs, I knew the author was himself either a 'reformed' drug addict or drunkard. This particular kind of heat and vitriol is unmistakeable. Who else would be acting as if Heath Ledger had done something to him? And so it proved to be:

After Ledger died in January, one distraught fan posted on the Internet that he "will go down alongside James Dean and River Phoenix as great talents who were so cruelly taken away just as they started to show how damn good they were!" But these guys weren't "taken away." Phoenix OD'd on cocaine and heroin. Dean died in a car crash after a short, fast life of drugs and alcohol. They took themselves away. It's a simple thing to find help for drug and alcohol abuse these days. Millions have done it, including me, and though not easy, it represents the only way to live with the integrity we owe ourselves, our families and the world around us.

There's no room in Eric's cosmos for Thoreau's "beat of a different drummer." He's at pains to list all the artists of various genres to whom he is infinitely superior because he has managed to live more years than they did:

The current mania joins Ledger to a long line of creative figures who committed the ultimate failure and are, unfortunately, all the more famous for it: Dylan Thomas, Hank Williams, Jackson Pollock, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, John Belushi, Janis Joplin. Some drank themselves to death, some overdosed, some ran their cars off the road. As the saying goes in AA, the stories are the same, only the details are different.

Ah. AA. What a perfect example of the liberal paradigm. Everyone flattened to the level of an anonymous statistic. Which becomes a source of actual pride to all the people who abandon belief in the uniqueness of their own experience in favor of a role in the great secular morality play whose sole learning point is the virtue of refraining from vice. And yet this is a virtue which somehow elevates its late-blooming exemplars to heights so exalted that its true believers view every other form of attainment with contempt:

Last year, I visited the hamlet in Wales through which poet Dylan Thomas caroused. At an inn from which he was evicted (for stealing beer), I learned that down the street lived an old lady who had known him. Go knock on her door, I was urged. So I did. Gladys didn't hear so well, but when I finally conveyed the idea that I was curious about Dylan Thomas, she laughed and said, "Well, he was just a common drunk, wasn't he?"

Uh, no. Dylan Thomas was an incredibly uncommon drunk. That's what the earnest and self-righteous reductionists of human experience continually fail to understand. A drunk was one of the things he was, and drunk was perhaps intrinsic to other aspects of his being, but drunk is hardly a complete description of the man. Unless you subscribe to a faith which obliterates all considerations of interior life and settles instead on external numerical measurements: years lived, income earned, debts paid (and unpaid), taxes paid, appointments kept, attendance, punctuality, showing up for as long as possible. It's the same kind of ludicrous argument Neal Boortz has tried to make about smokers. He doesn't smoke, so he's demonstrably smarter than all these fellas (most of whom were also pretty accomplished drinkers).

I'm not making the case that artists are entitled to misbehave and therefore aren't culpable for their personal irresponsibility, the pain they cause those around them, and the damage they do by way of setting a bad example. My point is a more modest one. The bad things they do are bad things. But in many many cases, they have also produced extraordinarily good things, which means that it's an act of self-aggrandizing arrogance to dismiss them out of hand because they don't conform to our rote definitions of worth.

That's why condemnation of such complicated personalities is far more common among leftist social engineers than among Christians, libertarians, and even (gasp) conservatives. It was Lenin and Stalin who denounced most of western art and writing as "decadent." It was Mao who delberately set about exterminating the cultural legacy of his own nation's past, including its participation in the western enlightenment. It is today's "progressive" academy which has systematically condemned all the greatest cultural contributions of western civilization as racist, sexist, and inherently meaningless so that they can be reacted to spontaneously, without learning or respect, in a new genre of self-obsessed masturbation called deconstructionism or 'post-modern scholarship.'

I'm not a fan of every name on Eric's list of damned worthless substance abusers. But it would never occur to me to dismiss their lives and works simply because they died young due to their own reckless behavior. Some people do what they're moved to do in a very short period of time. Some people even seem to belong to a very specific period in time, and their deaths almost seem an affirmation of their identity with the era in which they briefly shone. To me, for example, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, and Jim Morrison were -- each in their own way -- such perfect personifications of the sixties that I cannot imagine how pathetic they'd be if they'd survived to undergo the nostalgia tours and other indignities of those who have outlived their moment.

Regular readers here will know that I deplore the sixties and therefore have very mixed feelings about these dead stars. But I would be a liar if I failed to admit that Eric's outrage doesn't do a damned thing to diminish my affection for Hendrix's version of "All Along the Watchtower," Joplin's "Piece of My Heart," and Morrison's "The End." I can agree that they weren't "stolen from us" without wiping them off the slate altogether. It's likely that they departed this life because they wanted to. (As it is also possible that Buddy Holly and Patsy Kline did the same thing. What would Eric have to tell us about that?) And I'm heartily suspicious of anyone who can wipe the slate clean of them.

Yes, it's sad and troubling that young people confuse talent and substance abuse to the degree that they abuse substances in the hope that such behavior will confer or resemble talent. But who is doing more to promote this false equation: those who can appreciate the talent and distinguish between the positive and negative attributes of the artists; or those who piss all over the works of the artists who managed to kill themselves in the course of producing them? The latter is essentially an argument that what looked like talent was only intoxication. That's the most dangerous possible message to send to youngsters. Because when you're young, the last thing you aspire to is being a sour old cynic with a "five years sober" pin in your sock drawer putting down all the beautiful, brilliant, tortured geniuses and stars who didn't survive to become as colorless and dull as you are.

Colorless and dull. Everybody. That's the real progressive vision. If Hollywood and the artistes ever wake up to that fact, they will terminate their romance with the left. In the interim, let this one conservative suggest that no harm will be done to anyone if Heath Ledger gets an Oscar for his final role. I say this as one who was repelled by the few clips of "Brokeback Mountain" I have seen. The young man is dead now. There's no need to piss on his grave. Certainly not to sustain the inflated self-congratulation of Eric Lucas on his fragile sobriety. That would be his problem. Not mine. Not yours. And not Heath Ledger's.

Here's one final question for all of you leftists who were also annoyed by Eric's little tantrum. Who is it you're willing to trust to tell you how to live? Every time you vote for more government, you are transferring another part of your autonomy to bureaucrats who think the way Eric does, who assume they're superior to you because you make mistakes and the committee/agency/program they report to doesn't make human mistakes because it's not human at all. It's the government.



P.S. We had to show you the poster above. Not that it means anything or contributes anything to the argument. It's just that we found it while searching for evocative images of "Miss Sadie Thompson." And every single day of life is improved by a fresh view of Rita Hayworth, another worthless drunk who will never ever die. This one's in French. Sexy, n'est-ce pas?

P.P.S. The sound file is from "Under Milk Wood," a play by the 'common drunk' Dylan Thomas. It goes down easier than Eric's little essay, don't it?





The Fatal Flaws of Lawyers in Politics


LAWYERS. Sigh. You could make the case that Vincent Bugliosi has finally gone nuts in the endless quest for attention that began with his graduation from Santa Dumbshittia Law School (or wherever it was). But the truth is, there's a bigger lesson here. Lawyers are the very worst possible people to have any input, of any kind, into the American political process.

Why? We've alluded to it before, but never quite head-on. That's an omission we're going to correct right now. Legal education is the forced destruction of intuition and common sense in favor of the narrowest case that can be made for or against the defendant in some legal action. That's what the LSAT (law boards) test for: how adept are you at ignoring what's obviously true in service to some counter-intuitive letter of the law? Ignore all your upbringing and native judgment and we'll make you an attorney. Continue to act as if discriminating human intelligence matters, and you'll get a 420 on the boards and ride the long train home in disgrace.

I have no doubt that Vincent Bugliosi is, or was once, a smart man. But his mind has been destroyed by the fact of his having been a prosecutor. Does anyone else watch the documentary shows on crime aired by the History Channel, Discovery, Dateline, and 48 Hours? It's only on the FBI Files that no case can be brought without first wiring every conceivable witness and guaranteeing immunity to everyone but the one, most egregious wrongdoer, usually 15 years after the crime. Elsewhere, prosecutors are single-mindedly focused on quick convictions, regardless of the facts. They will do absolutely anything to secure and sustain a guilty verdict. Mere facts, DNA testing be damned, do nothing to mitigate their certainty that an indictment, however obtained, guarantees guilt. One could, I suppose, sympathize with their plight. In Ohio, they always win, no matter how gossamer their case. In California, they always lose, no matter how rock solid their forensics. No wonder the attorneys come to regard the American judicial system as a game.

But it isn't a game. The nub they keep forgetting is justice. The job of prosecutors isn't convictions; it's fact-finding, truth. But whatever it is they do to students in law school seems to eliminate this simple mission from their minds. They graduate, they pass the bar exam, and from then on they think justice is whatever selective and distorted configuration of evidence they can bamboozle a jury into accepting. A courtroom victory is their only notion of truth. Sad. Pitiful, in fact.

It's a pernicious kind of miseducation. It devalues truth as you and I understand it: what the hell happened, why, and who's responsible? For them, the end point is actually the beginning: Here's what I insist the truth is, and now -- ladies and gentlemen of the jury -- permit me to remake all the facts so that you will believe my theory of the case is true.

In short, lawyers are expressly taught to lose track of what objective truth might be. They're trained to start out with a particular point of view and then arrange (or misrepresent) the available facts to reflect their predetermined position in such a way that no reasonable person could disagree.

Which works great when you're a criminal prosecutor. Who the hell knows that your theory of the case is based on an inkling of a hunch that's somehow congruent with your political aspirations? Only maybe it doesn't work so great when you're just freelancing, when your motivations are more ideological than nominally protective of the public at large. When every Tom, Dick and Harry can see that you began with the desired outcome and worked your way back, through all the customary prosecutorial tricks, to the narrowest, most technical case anyone could make against a defendant everyone knows you hate in the most visceral possible way.

There is a lesson here. Everyone, including us, knows that Vincent Bugliosi is smart. Yet everyone in the left-leaning media, including every major media outlet from the NYT to the Comedy Channel, has ignored Bugliosi's newest book, The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder. Extreme leftist blogs regard this as a conspiracy. Everyone else knows that he's leading with his chin; it doesn't matter how good a lawyer you are if you fail to understand the essential nature of the case before you. Some people do.

Which is Bugliosi's fatal error. And that of a whole passel of lawyers who are belaboring the Bush Adminsistration with nonsensical legal cudgels. The War on Terror, including the War in Iraq, isn't about due process. It's about defending the United States from foreign enemies who want to kill us. It's the one most legitimate power the founding fathers gave to the president. He gets to conduct foreign policy as he sees fit. If we disagree, we can vote him out of office. We don't get to prosecute him for abridging the constitutional rights of Confederates, Germans, Japanese, Koreans, North Vietnamese, Cubans, or Iraqis. Because they're not Americans. They're foreigners, not protected by the Constitution. (Sorry. Jefferson never anticipated the sole-superpower outcome.) And we also don't get to prosecute our presidents for the death of American troops he has sent into harm's way. He's the Commander-in-Chief. (Talk to Abraham Lincoln about acceptable casualties pursuant to bad war-time decisions.) If he orders them into battle with whiffle bats against machine guns, we can vote him out of office, but he's still within his rights to give the big speech and then withdraw to his secure bunker: We don't want him hiding in a bunker, but who could realistically expect a modern commander-in-chief to lead his troops personally into battle (unless he was McCain)?

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Who doesn't get this? Lawyers. The Democrats always nominate lawyers. Like Bugliosi, they always have some case they can make, yet somehow it's never a case for you and me, but only for some enemy of our country with a fancied grievance against us we're supposed to take seriously. Because a lawyer is telling us we should. So here are the necessary questions: Who is it out there who really believes in lawyers? And why? When have they ever done anything that wasn't about making their own careers more prosperous?

Which brings us finally to time present. Obama's a lawyer. McCain's a soldier. They're both assholes, but who would you rather trust?




Friday, August 01, 2008


Sensible Cheek:
Honoring Limbaugh's
20th Anniversary


Rush at home. In his dining room. You can have it, too.

THE BIG DAY IS HERE! Yes, friends, today is the real deal, THE twentieth anniversary of Rush Liimbaugh's nationally syndicated radio show. We're definitely of a mind to celebrate, especially since Pelosi and company are planning to shut him down come January. And while it's still possible, we'd like to give you the opportunity to share some of the fabulous Limbaugh Lifestyle, which is an offer you won't find anywhere but here, at InstaPunk, for unbelievably low prices.

Thanks to the New York Times Magazine, we all got a glimpse of that lifestyle, which has to be some perfect realization of the American Dream -- a huge mansion, glamorous cars, and great food. Rush is already sharing the great food part via his special relationship with Allen Brothers Meats, but we're determined to take it a a step farther with our offering of "Dittohead Lifestyle Packages," tailored specifically for the modest budgets of those who don't have a $400 million compensation deal with their employers.

Our inspiration was a show on the Home & Garden Channel (HGTV) called Sensible Chic, which always features a professionally designed room that cost tens of thousands of dollars but can be duplicated (approximately) for far less money. For example, the photograph above is of the dining room in Rush's West Palm Beach, Florida, home. The NYT Magazine piece tells us:

The massive chandelier in the dining room... is a replica of the one that hung in the lobby of the Plaza Hotel in New York.

It's obvious that the key ingredients of this marvelous room are the chandelier and the lovely palm trees. But you don't have to pay what Rush did to achieve the same effect in your own dittohouse. Behold:


You're thinking $45,000, aren't you? Well hang onto your hat, because
InstaPunk will send you this gorgeous chandelier and a dozen designer
palm trees for just $4,500. That's right. Are you starting to get the idea?

If you're like most of us dittoheads, you know that nothing is quite as important as wheels. According to the NYT, Rush agrees.

“ANTICIPATING A QUESTION,” Limbaugh said when we pulled into the garage of his secluded beachfront mansion in Palm Beach, “why do I have so many cars?”

I hadn’t actually been wondering that. Very rich people tend not to stint on transportation. For example, we drove to the house from the studio, Limbaugh at the wheel, in a black Maybach 57S, which runs around $450,000 fully loaded. He had half a dozen similar rides on his estate.

“I have these cars for two reasons,” Limbaugh said. “First, they are for the use of my guests. And two, I happen to love fine automobiles.”

Of course, you might not know precisely what a Maybach is. That's where we can help.



For the YouTube-challenged, here's a still photo of Rush's $450,000 ride:


Maybach 57S

Beyond your wildest dreams? Ordinarily it might be. But today, thanks to InstaPunk, you can have a Sensible Chic version of this marvelous automobile for only $43,995 (plus destination charges and dealer prep). Here is your very own fantabulous Rushmobile:


Supplies are limited (extremely). So act fast if you want to live the dream.

Pretty cool, huh? But the ride has to end up at a suitably palatial crib, doesn't it? Thankfully, we do know something about Rush's pad:

He also loves space. There are five homes — all of them his — on the property. The big house is 24,000 square feet. Limbaugh lives there with a cat.

Here's a pic.


God, look at that pool. We'll be seeing more of it later.

Does it seem out of reach? Just because it cost $70 million? What if we told you that you could have something like it for under $700,000?


$695,000. Yeah the financing is ARM, but the subprime thing has
been overblown. You can handle it. Initial payments under $4,000/
month. Call now for the best possible no-points, low-interest deal.
Delivered in an easy-to-assemble package at your chosen location.

Of course, we all know the McMansion problem. Blowing the whole wad on wheels and a great big house, with nothing left for the interior decorating budget. We can help there, too. A true dittohead needs a library, and Rush knows exactly what it's supposed to look like:

Limbaugh is especially proud of his two-story library, which is a scaled-down version of the library at the Biltmore Estate in North Carolina. Cherubs dance on the ceiling, leatherbound collections line the bookshelves and the wood-paneled walls were once “an acre of mahogany.”

Which adds up to this.


Rush's Library

If you go with our El Rushbo Estate model, you won't have quite as much room as he does, but you can nail the look with our Biltmore Library Package, which retails for just $38,000. (Check our PayPal link to see how easy this all is...)




We're talking truly, honestly authentic here. The bookshelves contain exactly
the same
brand of fake books that Limbaugh has in his library (Click on the
pic). And while you
won't have floorspace for a whole couch, the LazyMan
Library Chair is top of the line.
Don't forget we'll be sending you a tenth of
an acre of the best faux mahogany
China has to offer. (Just don't burn any
wood or stuff in the fireplace; that wouldn't be safe. Smoke a cigar instead.)


Guest rooms are especially important too. Take a cue from the master:

Unlike many right-wing talk-show hosts, Limbaugh does not view France with hostility. On the contrary, he is a Francophile. His salon, he told me, is meant to suggest Versailles. His main guest suite, which I did not personally inspect, was designed as an exact replica of the presidential suite of the George V Hotel in Paris.

Bet you didn't know it was okay to like France. Well, it is. And you can see why:


The Guest Suite

Actually, this is one of our very best deals -- comprehensive, beautiful, and yet strikingly affordable:




We're kicking ourselves over the pricing. You get the couch, the
rug, the curtains, the coffee table, the lamp, and the incredible
custom yellow paint for just (gasp) $24,000. Yes, we're crazy.

And remember that pool. We thought you did. Here's a better look at it.



Whatever else you do, you simply can't afford to pass up our El Rushbo pool set. It's an absolute steal at $2,500. That's right. $2,500.


Yes, we need our heads examined. But that's not your problem. $2,500!!!

You're also going to need someone to enjoy all this with. Rush has his cat:


Impossible to duplicate, of course.

But you can have one that's at least something like his:


$3,000.

If you can't afford the cat, maybe you'd be willing to make do with one of Rush's lesser companions.



Fortunately, we can duplicate this model for just $125. Not that you'd be interested. They rarely purr, and when they do, it's only because they want something. Something expensive.


Our advice would be, save up for the cat.
After all, it's Rush's preference at this point.


Well, there you have it. The compleat Limbaugh Lifestyle catalogue. You can place your orders by email and settle up via PayPal. Order separately, OR -- Get everything listed here for an even $1 million. That's just one percent of his recent signing bonus. Where are you going to get a better deal than that?

P.S. All kidding aside. Congratulations, Rush. You've made a huge difference to a lot of people. You should be proud, and no one here begrudges you your disgustingly over-the-top wealth. This is America. You earned it. You enjoy it. That's an order.




Thursday, July 31, 2008


Tomorrow's the Big Day

El Rushbo is much bigger than his critics and caricatures.

INSPIRATION. Over the years we've both defended him and criticized him, but tomorrow Limbaugh reaches a major milestone -- 20 years on top of the radio ratings. It's an amazing feat. He single-handedly resurrected the dead dial of the AM band and transformed it into a political weapon so potent that even today the party of ostentatiously blind allegiance to the First Amendment is plotting to silence him via Jurassic Park legislation reinvoking the infamous "Fairness Doctrine."

We want to add our special sauce to the celebration. So be sure to come back tomorrow and join our unique tribute to Rush. But don't be too outraged if we've figured out a devilishly clever scheme for making a few bucks out of the big day. Rush would be proud of us. It's called capitalism.




Wednesday, July 30, 2008



YouTube Wednesday:

Art

Couldn't resist. We love Rodin. And Moby's pretty okay, too.

MULTIMEDIA. YouTube takes a beating for many excellent reasons. It would be easy to get the idea from the MSM and even YouTube's own lists of favorites that the site consists of all that is low and despicable in the human condition. It is swept by fads -- girls beating up girls, boys torturing cats or breaking their own bodies in stupid stunts, disgruntled spouses and other exes spilling sewage about matters best left private, lunatics ranting into webcams about their fanatical beliefs and causes, music videos that call to mind the artifacts of archaeological research into dead civilizations. It is also pervaded by all things sentimental and cloying -- cute babies doing cute things, cute puppies doing cute things, tributes to cute child actors of the past, etc.

But the uncomfortable truth is that YouTube is a mirror. Whatever you are looking for there you will likely find. It's a vast repository of cultural memory, something like a computer version of Jung's collective unconscious. All the building blocks of our own memories are there -- sports, music, TV, celebrities, politics, commercials, science, technology, war, history, movies past and present, sex, and even religion..

It's no wonder the copyright and trademark battles surrounding YouTube are so fierce. How do you copyright the personal, individual memories that make up individual consciousness and the soul of the world? You don't, really. You can try, but this is an arena in which the law is lost and the value of the whole so transcends the mechanisms of government that constraining it becomes an effective impossibility. You may win a skirmish or two, but you will inevitably lose the larger fight. YouTube is bigger than all of us.

That's why we decided today to look for things that don't get much press. Not too surprisingly, a earch for "art" turns up positive and beautiful new permutations of classic masterpieces across the ages. A multimedia vehicle like YouTube has an unprecedented ability to make art personal again, to share individual perceptions that take flat canvases off the museum walls and restore the kinetic play of emotion and light and process which animated the genius of the artists.

The available tools are extensive and the results are accordingly varied. It's possible to rejuvenate old art in many ways -- by moving cameras, the addition of soundtracks, the sequencing of images, the use of playful animation, and even reenactments of the creative process. I suppose one could dismiss all this as a decadent, post-modern by-product of the end of art, but I suspect that it is only the beginning of a new epoch in art -- the resurrection of the old into a brand new synthesis that uses the past to inspire a creative explosion capable of capitalizing on the technology which is presently redefining everyone's experience of life. The innovations thus far are still rudimentary, but in some cases multimedia technology already seems to represent a completion and fulfillment of the artist's intention. Here, for example, is a YouTube permutation of Escher:



Yes, it's a lowball interpretation of what is implicit in the original, but don't you find yourself wondering what Escher himself would have done if he'd had access to our technology? Well, I do.

And does anybody else share my curiosity about what the cubists were trying to say, what they would have said if they had a software suite half as good as what's available to the average MySpace dude?



Or think about Dali. What would he have done with a computer?



And would Matisse have liked this presentation of his paintings? I have to think he would.



You think it only works with the moderns? Not true. Here's what seem to be the first of what will be innumerable new treatments of Hieronymus Bosch.






3-D by God. Are you starting to get the idea that a new engine is rumbling in the background of art? That's all I'm suggesting. Although I can't quit before I highlight an interesting trend with regard to the works of one of my own favorite artists, Edward Hopper. People aren't animating him. (Correct. He was a sculptor in paint.) They're scoring him. And I confess myself surprised. It never occurred to me that his work was jazz:



Truthfully, the Big Band thing isn't working for me. But whoever did it is not alone. Here's another.



Personally, I'm thinking the opaque solipsism of Miles Davis or John Coltrane would be more appropriate than the vitality of "Sing, Sing, Sing" or the schmaltz of Glen Miller. But that's the beauty of YouTube. If I disagree enough to do something about it, I can do something about it.

As a final note, I'll show you what I interpret as an act of YouTube art criticism. It's definitely NSFW, but here's what purports to be a tribute to Jackson Pollock. Yet its effect is to make of Pollock the joke that I always thought he was. See what you think.



So that's it for today. Are you feeling artistic yet?




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