Get Heated

Anyone suffering from the barren cold, heed my advice:

GO TAKE A HOT YOGA CLASS!

Release those toxins that have been building up all winter, open up your chest and sweat out all that bad energy. Yoga is certainly a living art, so get moving.

My recommended yoga studios:

In New York City my favorites are YogaWorks and Yoga To The People

In Boston try All One Yoga or Back Bay Yoga. Maybe I'll see you there, I try to take a class a day.

The Jan Blues

With school starting again, how could anyone be happier about the continuous snow and slush? I am struggling to write transfer applications, my third year of college applications, in a row. I should be a college advisor, lord knows I have enough experience. I have so much reading this semester I barely have time to check out the current exhibitions in Boston. The only recent news I have of the area is the closing of the Rose Art Museum at Brandeis University, which is strange because I was actually at Brandeis last weekend to visit a friend who goes there. The members of the student population that I met at various frat parties did not have much concern about their artistic community, but it is a great loss to the larger community, setting a horrendous precedent for universities across the country suffering from the poor economy. And they're going to have to sell their works at such low prices! Ah I hate it when art is treated like such a commodity, when the market goes, so does the business belief in art as a worthwhile investment. It makes me want to switch entirely to performance and youtube video art, forget painting, look at how monumental Warhols and Johns get treated when the money trail dries up. And furthermore art has still remained a lot more reliable than stocks. I'd put my money on Burden's smoking gun. 

Everyone Is Missing Something But I Feel Left Out

On my way uptown to my mother's apartment this afternoon, all of these guys started taking off their pants on the R train. I was peacefully listening to Courtney Love and thinking about how much I hate my ex-boyfriend when the first guy removed his pants around canal street, I was shocked, but no one else seemed to notice. Then I looked around me and more and more guys were removing their jeans and getting off the train at the next stop. Then girls started too, I never knew 15 year old girls could have cellulite. I looked out the window at 14th street and at least 15 people standing on the platform were in their underwear. 

I wanted to yell at these people, did they not know it snowing above them? I cannot figure out why these people did this. The only explanation I could get was from a pantless girl, who just shrugged and said "Its New York City". What was going on? Why did I not know what was going on? Was there some massive facebook group or something? I've seen youtube videos of the silent raves in union square and London, could this have been some kind of new performance piece? can someone please tell me what happened? have i just lost it?

What Gives Sally?

Dear Ms. Mann,

       Why did you charge students $18 to see your lecture at the Museum of Fine Arts Boston this fall? Doesn't the museum already give you bank and pay for your plane ticket/hotel? Sally, I really like your work, but please don't be so elitist next time.

Live Forever Peyton, You Go Girl

Elizabeth Peyton at the New Museum:

            I love Peyton's painterly portraits of 90s rock stars. Walking through the exhibit at the New Museum I had so much fun trying to guess which androgynous face belonged to which indie persona with my friend Andrew, especially because he had no idea who anyone was, which set me up as the guardian of knowledge. The facial characteristics in each portrait take on similar attributes which surprisingly resemble Peyton herself. The faces are sharp, pointed and translucent. There is a beautiful melancholy expression to each character, although I could have just wanted to see the vacant faces as introspective, wounded warriors of the pop culture struggle for depth and identity in a superficial world. Were Sid Vicious and Kurt Cobain contemporary prophets or lost drug addicts that have been mystified by youth culture's want for meaning? Well, Peyton's water colors, thin acrylics, and color pencil depictions are quite pretty whatever the intended reflection may have been, and its also quite a throw back to 90s indie rock. I am listening to Pulp as I write this and I must admit the show made me smile.