"We are supposed to sing this song / I hope it doesn’t last too long / If you think its boring please refrain from snoring / Remember that its culture! / Culture is something good for you / Like liver, spinach and beets too..."I could go on because MY BRAIN SUCKS. This is a real thing, by the way, that kids still get stuck with, I googled it. I can only imagine how cheesy today's fourth graders think this is. I used to know kids who were in gangs by fourth grade.
The reason I had this debacle of a 30-year-old traumatic memory as an earworm yesterday is because I went to a museum. Culture, man. I am not anti-museum, though it's fair to say I don't go to them often enough to claim I'm pro-museum either. And museums are one of the reasons San Fran Fucking Hipster Douchebro Cisco can still justify its existence in 2015. The East Bay can generally do anything SF can do, but cheaper and better. Great art? Not so much.
When I say I don't do museums and museum-y culture type things as often as I "should," that is to say I really get something out of it, NOT that I consider it medicine to be taken to get I Am A Good Person points. I also like liver, spinach, and beets. For real, I open that plastic bag of chicken garbage that comes inside the chicken and I fry up that liver with some garlic and Shechuan peppercorn, that shit is tasty.
The flavor of Culture yesterday was the special exhibit by JMW Turner, an artist I hadn't been that exposed to, and thus an exhibit I probably would not have otherwise dragged ass 90 minutes on public transit to get to, but part of the fun of having friends in town is you actually go out and do things because no one wants to spend their whole vacation on your couch. JMW Turner, as it turns out, was a bad-ass motherfucker. He spent a lot of his later years traveling and painting various European cities. There are worse ways to live. Here's my favorite:
I mean, yes, I'd had my mental pump primed by knowing that he traveled a lot, but I instantly knew this was Heidelberg, despite having only been there once for a few days in 2001, and despite this being a freakin' watercolor. It was crazy to me that something so impressionistic was also so realistic. That's about as good as my art criticism gets before devolving into enthusiastic profanity. (I'm also the type of classy broad that sees a painting of something burning down and offers "shit's on fire, yo" as a scholarly assessment.)
Turner died at 76, which was a really good run for the 1800s, and among other things left more than 19,000 drawings and watercolors. Yeah, I very much had a "and what are you doing with YOUR life?" moment upon learning that tidbit. But later one of my friends left me a long message saying, among other things, that she loves that I am keeping up my beer blog because she hasn't written anything lately. So, baby steps. And if I keep waking up at 4am I'll have a whole pile of shitty blog posts to show for myself when I'm dead!
I checked into the De Young on Facebook and got a couple of the obvious "is there beer there" variety of joke, so a) I need to do more Culture and b) I need to tell more people more often that I do things that aren't beer. It's one thing to build a reputation as a local expert, quite another to have a one-track mind. Which I don't. Trust me, my mind has way too many tracks.
This concludes another episode of Up At 4am Blog Nonsense. Go to a museum soon and have a nice day.