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One of the cafeterias at Humber College--Lakeshore has a stage that's used during lunch hours for events or speeches or performances. Today on the hit parade: men's competitive pillow fighting. If women were the fighters, the campus feminazis would probably be picketing, calling it the objectification of women. I guess when it's grown men, it's hunky-dory.
Went to the Art Gallery of Ontario on the weekend to finish my tour of the newly reopened facilities. This time, my mother and I saw the older pieces; the impressionist paintings, the medieval and Renaissance religious art, even a copy of Rodin's The Thinker. Also saw some newer things: the pre-bronzed Henry Moore sculpture molds, prints and photographs, and a bizarre room-sized sculpture made of mirrors, tree branches, feathers, and department store dummies with chicken heads on them. You can probably guess which I enjoyed more. One piece I found interesting was in the glass-walled front room on one of the upper floors: a section of tree trunk hollowed out to show the inner core of both trunk and some of the branches. Fascinating to see how they'd managed to get the outer rings completely carved away while leaving the middle intact.
Oh yeah, there was an inauguration today. Here's hoping that Obama is lucky enough to live to run in the next election; there are a lot of trigger-happy lunatics dressed in white hoods and bed sheets out there. Other than that, I hope that the hoopla and mass hysteria dies down quickly and the real process of managing 300 million people begins. Until it does, all the inauguration is going to mean is that they can finally unplug Dick Cheney and put him back in his box.
Went to the Art Gallery of Ontario on the weekend to finish my tour of the newly reopened facilities. This time, my mother and I saw the older pieces; the impressionist paintings, the medieval and Renaissance religious art, even a copy of Rodin's The Thinker. Also saw some newer things: the pre-bronzed Henry Moore sculpture molds, prints and photographs, and a bizarre room-sized sculpture made of mirrors, tree branches, feathers, and department store dummies with chicken heads on them. You can probably guess which I enjoyed more. One piece I found interesting was in the glass-walled front room on one of the upper floors: a section of tree trunk hollowed out to show the inner core of both trunk and some of the branches. Fascinating to see how they'd managed to get the outer rings completely carved away while leaving the middle intact.
Oh yeah, there was an inauguration today. Here's hoping that Obama is lucky enough to live to run in the next election; there are a lot of trigger-happy lunatics dressed in white hoods and bed sheets out there. Other than that, I hope that the hoopla and mass hysteria dies down quickly and the real process of managing 300 million people begins. Until it does, all the inauguration is going to mean is that they can finally unplug Dick Cheney and put him back in his box.
