Maybe the best idea I've ever had

"I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum. I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art given the chance of having a staring point of zero. I am for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap & still comes out on top." - Claes Oldenburg

So I'm going to need 100 second graders. We're going to do 2nd grade flash mobs, but very carefully rehearsed ones. One of them will involve the Olympic fountain at the Gateway in Salt Lake, 100 plastic bottles of different colors, and a carefully choreographed dance.

I just need someone who can help me find willing second graders, someone with a lot of plastic bottles, and someone who can choreograph bottle fountain dances.

August 13, 2009

So here's the breakdown:

Imagine a really hot day, but that you don't want to be hot. That's about the feeling. But the AC's out, so what can you do? You live with it.

And you remember that winter is coming, which is only momentarily comforting, 'cause you really hate the cold.

Here's the idea: A boxer, a prizefighter. One of the best in the world. Win after win after win. Championships. Trips across continents. And then a change of plans, a dying father, a decision to leave the ring, and then an ordinary life. Not unlike a lot of stories, but instead of going back to the ring in a miraculous comeback, he moves to a little town and gets involved in local politics with dreams of ruling the world again only to find that everyone's corrupt. He tries to make reforms, can't beat the system, so he just goes back to his house with dreams of planting a plum orchard in his big back yard. But he knows he's going to need more land and a lot of money for the start-up costs. So he just stays put, deals with the murder of his dog, and lives one day at a time. And the drunk guy who thinks about hitting on his wife while they're out for a walk would do well to reconsider.

Don't worry, though, because at least winter is beautiful. If you really hated it that much, you'd have moved by now. And dreams of a plum orchard are more than enough.