Purple, Day Last Maybe
We went to Kansas City again this weekend. We love small trips. Very helpful for stress and super fun!
It’s also fun to watch your boyfriend wash your car.
If you go to Kansas City, Gates Barbecue is fine and all but for the first-timer a bit confusing. CANIHELPYOU!!! is screamed constantly at no one in particular. You only give bits of your order at a time and it takes about ten minutes of CANIHELPYOU!!! to a crowd, versus a line, to get all the bits of your order to the nice CANIHELPYOU!!! lady and then maybe you can figure out where to pay. I tasted all right. It’s no Arthur Bryants.
Sir liked Jack Stack.
Still no Arthur Bryants. You can’t beat the atmosphere in that place.
Also, if you head to Kansas City you will want to see the World War I Museum. It’s beautiful and very well done.
You can go to the top of that lovely art deco tower. We did.
You can maybe skip the Jazz Museum. We didn’t know what to look at or where to go. No order to be found. I wanted to like it, but it was difficult. We walked around in a state of befuddlement.
In the middle is the Negro Baseball League Museum. Go see it. But it’s got a lot of randomata going on. Text, text, interesting text, PICTURE OF SOME DUDE, text, random text. See it because it tells a story you don’t really hear, but expect some curveballs (heehee!).
I took this in the hotel (HOTWIRE!) bathroom for you. Warm lighting does not show you that the entire bottom half of my hair is virtually white.
Why yes, I AM wearing a purple shirt with purple hair.
Posted by Melissa on July 22nd, 2008 under Boyfriendlies, Silly Hair Blogging4 Responses to “Purple, Day Last Maybe”
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July 24th, 2008 at 5:04 pm
Nice washing/painting/temporary installation! This is like Charlotte’s Web, though, the part where the farmer’s wife asks whether it is truly a wonderful pig or in fact a rather remarkable spider. Who is the artist here, you who shot the art or Boyfriend who worked the medium? It’s the big argument about photography as art. Do we credit the eye or the hand, or both? Does consciousness that one is making art make it art, or is art just a fact lying out there to be noticed and framed?
Also, I’m grooving on the sphinxes with the wings before their faces. It’s like a post-Victorian version of the ubiquitous drapery in grief architecture. This is one example of what that impulse evolved into next, perhaps? Or am I totally wrong like with the Anne-Louis/Louise thing? (And won’t you be embarrassed when it is eventually revealed that that “guy” was actually a woman living as a man because women artists just couldn’t get any respect back then, or even go to art school? But I digress. hahahaha)
Farewell, purple hair. I shall miss you.
July 25th, 2008 at 4:51 pm
Thanks! It’s lovely, isn’t it? I say the boy gets the credit. This time. But YES, there is a lot to discuss when we get into photography.
I think it’s somewhat similar to the idea of Victorian grief drapery but I’d have to look more into. I’m just not sure! It certainly has a similar feel.
The museum says that one sphinx is shielding its… wait, hmmm, everywhere I read is using “its” when sphinxes are usually gendered: usually female in Greece, male in Egypt, etc.
Okay, so. The east-facing sphinx is shield its face with its wings against the horrors of war. The west-facing sphinx is shielding its eyes to represent the unknown future.
I would love it if was revealed that Anne-Louis was a woman posing as a man! He/she certainly wouldn’t be the first to go to such lengths.
July 25th, 2008 at 7:18 pm
Next time you go to Kansas City, there’s a BBQ restaurant in Blue Springs (shortly before you get to the city) called ZardaQ. It was only about a half-mile off the Interstate. The portions were HUGE!
August 5th, 2008 at 11:34 am
I loves me some Jack Stack.
Give Oklahoma Joe’s a try. The original is in a gas station off Mission Rd. and 47th Street. Best. Onion rings. Ever.