Random point of art historical interest

Learn a few weeks ago that the Director of the Met, is in fact, a proud descendent of Marquis de Sade. (As in, the 18th C French nobleman who put the "sad-" in sadism - half of sadomasochism, more commonly known to Hongkies as SM) Word amongst employees is that he likes to see naked ladies in in-house video productions. Hmm....

Which reminded me of the Guerilla Girls from the 1980's. Thirty years of Feminism and twenty years of high-profile pranks later, the art world still hasn't changed all that much in terms of its male-female ratio. Even now, with equal educational opportunities, the museum / gallery / rock-star-artist realms are still dominated by white men. What is going on?

To write or not to write...

It's occurred to me that my blogging has become a lot more self-centred and uninspired since I left school. What happened? Have I stopped being interesting all together? Or am I just too busy and happy to write anything meaningful anymore? Perhaps the killer combination of pausing my globe-trotting, and the day-to-day repetition at work, is what sent my inspiration down the toilet.

For now, until I have anything substancial and deep to say, me think I'll keep my mitts off Blogger. Meanwhile, the photoblog will still be updated, for a picture says more than a thousand words on my museum-worker / sedentary slacker life.

Back with a Bang!!

Am funky, alive, and.... 25. Sheesh. When your mother addresses you as a "thousand-year-old egg" in her e-mails, you know you can be officially deemed ancient.

Have finally received new, shiny laptop with new, shiny 14" 16:9 widescreen, and am still learning which of its new, shiny buttons does what.