We went to a nice restaurant Sunday night, it was deserted – as everyone in L.A. was home watching the Oscars. the food was great and the service was quick – nobody else there to serve and you know, you Gotta Serve Somebody.
We got home to see the final few awards. I’d like to see Lord of the Rings as some sort of parable of the art world. The ring is the meaning of art. Golem is Marcel Duchamp, someone who knows the truth of art better than anyone but wants to destroy anyone’s chances of possessing what he once had. The Hobbits could be like the Pop Artists, Warhol would be Frodo. Wait, why would they be on a quest to destroy the meaning of art? Figure it out and get back to me.
It would have been totally funny if one of the thousand LOTR award winners was an elf or a dwarf or some fucked-up Middle Earth creature. Best of all was when every fucking Rush Limbaugh nut is waiting for Tim Robbins to rant on and on about Bush and he talks to victims of abuse and tells them to save themselves. Next year at this time there will be the whole Mel Gibson parade. All the atheists who wear Dungeons and Dragons clothes will be pouting over Jesus H. Christ getting all the glory.
I have to write my official biography for a prestigious speaking appearance I am making at a University next week. They are paying me (quite well) to speak to their art majors about the art world. I sent one version and the administrator sent it back and reminded me of all sorts of stuff i have done that sounds impressive that i hadn’t even thought to mention. If you define success as people knowing your resume better than you do, than hey call my mom and tell her i am a success.