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Friday, May 28, 2004
Before it's too late in this fickle world of web-logging:
It's a crying shame about that Britart. I feel particularly gutted about Tracey's tent and Hell according to the Chapmans. The former has had a special part in my heart since I wrote an essay based on that, among with other art works, and Joyce's Ulysses (again!). People say that La Trace is a f*****-up sensationalist, but at least what she does has heart. And real pain. And lots of humour. Which is more than can be said about a lot of the Goldsmiths-stylee geometrical blah that's around these days.
And what does it prove? That art should never be hidden away in a storage room because a) it may burn and b) no one can see it.

A funny one for the weekend - 'Teachers' silent battles in exams':
'...The study found some teachers play tag as they move about the room. "It's just like the real game but without any running", said a contributor to an exams antics website set up by the Times Educational Supplement. Then there is the game of "chicken" in which teachers walk towards each other, the loser being the first to side-step to avoid colliding. The nastiest game is "ugly" where a teacher stands beside the least good-looking pupil.' (from Metro)

Since these games could be incorporated in my work, I think I'll, in a couple of weeks, take pleasure in a quiet game of "ugly" with my colleague.



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