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Before I get to my So You Think You Can Dance round-up, may I present a cat playing a theramin:

The video I linked to no longer works.

So yeah. Jesus. Last night’s show made me mad a bunch of times. Mia, who I love, was a jerk. Plain and simple. Mia, Mia, Mia. Normally I love that you are the Simon Cowell of the show, and actually tell the truth, but last night you were just … wrong a lot. Did anyone else notice how critical she was of only the women, for the most part? I think only one of them came through unscathed. And if she couldn’t find something to be nasty about with their dancing she’d find something else, like smiling, although I think some people agree with her about the smiling. But taken with her criticism throughout the night as a whole, it was just finally too much and I’m glad Nigel stepped in.

Second, there was a lot of bad bad bad choreography last night, and I’m mad that not one of the judges mentioned it, and instead blamed the dancers. Perfect example was that routine for Chelsie and Thayne. HORRIBLE, and yet I thought the dancer’s charm shone through in spite of it. And then, Mia says the exact opposite, that the dancers didn’t measure up to the choreography. I feel weird saying she’s wrong, what do I know, but she was wrong.

This is a competition for the dancers, so I guess they don’t want to get into criticizing the choreography, okay, but don’t blame the dancers.

Oh, and Gev, who I haven’t gotten until tonight, I get. I thought the two of them had a great chemistry, once again, completely disagreeing with the judges.

My official crushes: Thayne, even though he’s gay and is somewhat reminiscent of Benji, but he’s a sexy version of Benji, Will and Twitch.

I went to the American Folk Art Museum to see the paintings by Henry Darger, but I have to say, I enjoyed everything else more, not that I didn’t love the Darger, I did. But the museum had all these other paintings and objects that spoke to me more. Including the artists they’d showed who were influenced by Darger. This first one is by Anthony Goicolea. Yeah, I guess it’s disturbing, but it was just stunning in person.

But this one by Amy Cutler was even stunning-er, and it’s bugging me that it doesn’t carry here and I couldn’t find a better picture of it. All of her paintings there were just amazing.

The whole place made me want to paint again, and I haven’t painted in 30 years and even then it was only because I had to. My undergraduate degree is in fine arts and they made me take painting classes, but I’m glad they did. I loved it.

Waiting for The Day of the Triffids to download. This is a BBC series version. I loved the book, loved the old Hollywood movie version, and now I’m looking forward to watching what the BBC does with it. It came up in conversation on Echo when I was talking about the problems with The Happening.

The other day I watched a documentary about the Ramones called “End of the Century: The Story of the Ramones.” I was always ambivalent about punk rock. Loved some of the songs, the fashion, but I remember whenever I went to CBGB’s the anger and the toughness felt fake. A bunch of boys pretending to be bad, except sometimes someone came across as very genuine, but that wasn’t exactly preferable, it was actually sad and scary, but still. The Ramones were everyone’s favorites though, and this documentary was fantastic. And sad.

Sigh. That was my youth, the late 70’s and early 80’s. But the punk rock scene was only my occasional scene. I had my anger like everyone else, and I had friends who played there, but I was still mostly a happy young girl, happy to be in New York City and going to hear live music was pretty much my favorite thing to do in all the world and whenever I was in CBGB’s I had a hard time keeping my smile off my face. I must have stood out like a sore, but twinkling and grinning thumb.

I’m dropping my manuscript off in midtown today so I was checking all the museum exhibition schedules for something to do afterwards when I remembered it’s Monday and they’re all closed (annoying tradition). Before I realized this I had settled on the American Museum of Folk Art, where I was going to see some paintings by Henry Darger (that’s one of them here) and others. I’ve never been to the American Museum of Folk Art, which is insane because I love folk art and know nothing about it. I should have visited that museum a billion times already.

Henry Darger is quite famous, although I’m not really familiar with him. I’m at the level of “Yeah, I think I’ve heard of him,” and “Yeah, these paintings look familiar. I think I’ve seen them before.” Explaining who Darger is would just take too much time, but I highly recommend reading the Wikipedia entry about him here. He did a series of paintings called, The Story of the Vivian Girls, in what is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion. From the Wikipedia entry: “The fictive war was sparked by Darger’s loss of a newspaper photograph from the Chicago Daily News of Elsie Paroubek, a five-year-old Chicago girl strangled in 1911 whose murderer was never found … Darger believed the photo was among several items that were stolen when his apartment was broken into. He never found his copy of the photograph again. When he located the picture in a public library newspaper archive, he couldn’t have it photocopied, and his attempts to trace it proved futile. Paroubek, under the name of Annie Aronburg, became a character in the story.”

My kind of obsessive (that’s Elsie here). How many Dargers are out there, whose work we never see, whose work almost no one gets to see because it wasn’t preserved. I was thinking how I love going through forgotten remnants, the boxes of things that were put away and then never looked at again, but especially poignant are the people who where basically already forgotten in their lifetimes, working and living quietly away behind closed doors, with no one who really knew what they were doing or what went on in their heads.

There must be so so many of them. I think I might have become a Henry Darger had I not gotten into therapy. Now I am the opposite of Henry Darger and seem to want to put what’s inside my head out there IN AS MANY WAYS as are available to me.

Sad little Elsie though. Now that’s going to bug me.

There are all sorts of gaps in my education. I remember there was one personally traumatic year, the 7th or the 8th grade, nothing genuinely horrible happened, it was regular growing-up stuff, but I don’t think I paid much attention to what went on in school all year and to this day I’m fuzzy about how a bill becomes a law.

Luckily, I find pretty much everything interesting, so I’m always looking up something or other, trying to find out more about it. But unluckily, unlike the stuff I learned when I was a kid, within months or a year, I forget whatever it is I looked up. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to look up how a bill becomes a law, except I don’t really keep looking that up, I’m just using it as an example. A better example: I have a map on my desk because I don’t want to be one of those people “who can’t find Iraq on a map,” except within days I forget where it is and I have to keep looking it up repeatedly.

The biggest gap in my education is in science, which is such a shame. I really have to wonder about all those science and math teachers who made it seem like the most dull, irrelevant subject in the world. I regularly have my mind blown when I read the science Times or go to a lecture. I would be hard pressed to come up with anything more exciting than science. Thinking … having a revelation when you’re in therapy. Not that it does you any good, but better to know than not know! It might even be fair to call that science. Anyway, there’s probably more examples of equally exciting things, but still.

My problem is often I am without any foundation to truly grasp what I am reading or hearing. I’m trying to make up for it, like reading Natalie Angier’s book The Canon. I perked-up yesterday at the movies (M. Night Shyamalan’s The Happening) when the main character, a science teacher, was telling his students to remember the scientific method as they ran out the door. “Identify the variables, design experiments …” It went by too fast, alas.

I would love to see a TV show, with an ensemble cast of actors playing scientists, where this process of discovery is regularly dramatized, something really high-level though, not crappy. Where the scientists are people and not cartoon nerds. There’d be challenges to doing such a series, but there are plenty of ridiculously talented people out there. Get on it, talented people!

The picture is from Nasa’s website and the caption reads, “A Perfect Storm of Turbulent Gases in the Omega/Swan Nebula (M17).”