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artomatic & ants, all in one week

From the Washington Post Weekend section, “On Exhibit” page:

The following exhibitions open next week: On May 29, the latest edition of the open-to-all-comers art show known as Artomatic kicks off at 55 M St. SE, featuring art and performance by hundreds of area artists in an unoccupied building in the Capitol Riverfront neighborhood. artomatic.org. . . . “Farmers, Warriors, Builders: The Hidden Life of Ants,” opening May 30 at the National Museum of Natural History, looks at the surprising world of ants. 202-633-1000 (TDD: 202-633-5285). . . .

Ants! And, of course, that Artomatic thing all the kids are talking about.

Craft Week DC

Next week is Craft Week DC. Today’s WaPo Weekend section features two of my favorite artists, which is great because I can link to it even though I’m too tired to blog extensively about Craft Week or the upcoming Smithsonian Craft Show right now.

Michael O’Sullivan’s articleis a guided tour of the week’s events as curated by Washington Glass School co-founder Tim Tate (the guy who made the monkey reliquaries) and a profile of “Ceramics That Go Beyond Cups and Bowls” of Laurel Lukaszewski.

My favorite line of the whole article: “We’d call him the Craft Whisperer, except that Tate never whispers.”

We don’t have any of Laurel’s work (yet) but she’s one of the many groovy artists who live in my groovy neighborhood and I covet her work madly so I’m always excited to see her getting the positive press she deserves.

There’s also a profile of Gayle Friedman a local jewelry artist who shares studio space with my guru, Michele Banks. (Not to be confused with my spiritual advisor, Roger). I only recently started to get acquainted with Gayle’s work – I’ve really liked what I’ve seen so far.

So there you have it. It’s sort of a Friday Five, even. I kind of want to babble more about art and craft, but somewhere around mile 4 of the run I just took my brain solved the thorny problem of my Artomatic installation. Namely, how to do it at all. Before I headed out, I’d reconciled with the fact that I was almost certainly going to have to drop out, but I believe that all is well now. I need to take a shower and get to work, though, if I’m going to make this happen.

oh, gmail, you know me so well

I happened to glance at the sponsored links gmail was serving up to me just now:

Artomatic 2009 DC
DC’s art explosion! Opens May 29.
Art, music, film, poetry and fun.
www.artomatic.org

Comcast – Official Site
More Choices And More Control
With On Demand, DVR And HDTV
www.comcast.com

This is especially funny because I could have sworn that one of the new “comcast dream big” ads contained the word “artomatic.” This was the first time I’d seen any of these ads (see also: time-shifted Tivo lifestyle) and I had no idea annoying these ads are or how many of them there are. After rewatching it several times I can only conclude the actual word being used is “automatic” and I need a vacation.

What would be really great would be for comcast to fix the internet issues in my neighborhood so I could actually make the reservations for said vacation.

Get down with your bad self, Mike Huckabee. Your bad, bad self…

It’s been a tumultuous few days, what with someone parking a truck in our internet tubes during a critical juncture in our headcheese and scrapple research. Plus, we’ve had loads of new music to blog about, not to mention more political musings to share than you can shake a pundit at.

Husband and I are resilient folk so we’ve been hanging on. By our fingernails, but we’ve been hanging on. After I wasted 6 hours today waiting for Comcast – I salvaged this beautiful early spring day by going for a run with my pals (who I think of as the AlternaMoms).

We were both horrified and amused when we overhead one of their tweenagers remark to her pack, “My mom and the other geriatric riot grrls RULE this neighborhood.”

I’m sure we were little jackasses when we were their age, too. Also, someday they’ll be old, too. If they’re lucky. Also, we can run circles around them. Also, I bet they don’t know…

[here my blogging mojo broke down and I yelled at Husband, “Give me the name of a popular song that’s a cover of a really cool song.” To which he replied, “No.”]

Moving right along…I’m reminded me of this deeply (hilariously) traumatic post I read at The Contrarian this morning in the 8 minutes I had working internet access today. “If there’s a rock-n-roll heaven” was spawned by Casey’s accidental viewing of Mike Huckabee’s demented show on FoxNews.

Now, we’re all aware of Huckabee’s bass prowess (mothereffer can walk the fuck out of a I-IV-V progression), but did you know he also has his own house band that regularly mangles classic rock numbers? Then there’s the special guests: the segment I caught featured not one, but two ex-Miss Americas struggling through “Leaving on a Jet Plane” alongside Huck and the band (which includes a smattering of FOX News dweebezoids). I’d love to show it to you, but I can’t find it anywhere on the webernets. What the Huck?

I risked a relapse in my Huckaphobia to watch the youtube clips that Casey posted, and they’re pretty hilarious. As a bonus, Liz Claman makes me feel like I’m a really great singer.

I’m now filled with this insane desire to perform “I Love Rock-n-Roll” on the Mike Huckabee show. Go read the post and watch the videos.

(Geriatric) sisterhood is powerful. Rock on.