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Posted to sustenance by bill 10-16-2015 1:00 pm [link] [add a comment]

Roughly 100,825,272,791 people have ever died.

Posted to treehouse by dave 10-15-2015 9:41 pm [link] [1 comment]

films i watched last week on tcm are part of a women directors themed month. more tonight.

Posted to uncle bill's tv jamboree by dave 10-15-2015 7:52 pm [link] [add a comment]

finally came upon why there so much back to the future crap lately. this week is the date that they travel to in the sequel.

Posted to cinefiles by dave 10-15-2015 7:08 pm [link] [1 comment]

Posted to backspin by dave 10-15-2015 2:58 pm [link] [add a comment]

The Roots of Radical Art at University of California, Irvine

"Created in 1965, in politically conservative Orange County, the University of California, Irvine's art department rapidly became a daunting force in the advancement of radical performance and conceptual art."

Posted to artifax by bill 10-15-2015 1:50 pm [link] [6 refs] [add a comment]

From 1964 to 1968, when I was a graduate student in painting at Hunter—studying with the sculptor Tony Smith, who’d talked and drunk with Pollock and Mark Rothko—I didn’t get the other picture. That I was pausing at the threshold, standing in the cool lobby of a male world. But the weeding out started as we grew up through the years, towards the strange clipped-free harvest of graduation. Some grad students would be offered jobs: to stay on at Hunter, instruct the next crop. Tony liked me; we’d hung out together, he’d dined at my house, made the obligatory, Mad Men-era drinking-thus-nobody’s-fault pass. He liked my work. But those jobs would go to male students as they had in prior years, to Doug Ohlson and Ralph Humphrey, who’d cling on for life

Because in the worlds of the arts, where you bob and crest on a sea of opinion, the steadying effect is a teaching job: the dependabilities—salary, benefits, the teaches-at line on the resume—are one more way the discipline is passed down through the male line.

Part was payback for the evolutionary residue: the simple fact of brute male strength. Those boys had constructed Tony’s maquettes for him (these are to-scale first drafts of sculptures) or in some cases painted his paintings (Tony supervising), and also gotten him packed into cars and taxis and back to South Orange before dawn. Tony was a drinker—that’s another gendered aspect of the field. The big-shouldered man, paint on his t-shirt and belt loops, swirling and asserting at the party. These men would secure high-paying jobs in the university system, though none painted better than me.