You’re A Star

I’ve had some pretty hideous pictures on my site of late (Reginald, Rudy, Zombie, Master, Paul and Rummy come to mind), so enjoy the new and de-crazied Christina Aguilera. I’m not a fan of her music, but there’s a part of me that would be happy to just stare at her all day. You can probably guess which part of me that is. I caught her new video on VH1 and was left thinking first that VH1 rarely has a positive impact on my life, and that perhaps I have bad taste.

Perhaps. These thoughts have been pretty far from my mind, for the most part. If I’m not at work, and thinking about work, I’m probably in a library trying to work on my thesis. That’s where I was, both physically and mentally, last Thursday. I went back to one of my alma maters, Oklahoma City University, to use the biblioteque. It was just like I remembered it from my time as an MBA student. I didn’t get a chance to get down to Alvin’s for a cup of Starbuck’s finest, but the main floor of the lobby was enough to throw the nostalgia bus into overdrive. I thought about my life from that time, and how it is still so similar and yet so different. It was a strange feeling, thinking about all the people that were so important to me at the time and how some of them have drifted out of my life. It was a morose moment for me as I realized that most likely I will never see or speak to some of them ever again simply because I have no way to make contact.

I also thought about the documentary I started, and the six months I spent as an art critic for a local alternative alternative paper. Upon reflection, I thought that I must have some decent sense of what’s good and bad in the aesthetic sense. But at the same time, it’s bullshit. Like what you like, and if it makes you happy you should keep it near. If your buddies in the Hell’s Angels make fun of your Hello Kitty helmet, so what?

I thought about that the next day at an art show Shilo put together at the Electric Chair Gallery. I thought about how some of my friends would have loved it, and how others would probably get a headache from constant eye-rolling. I enjoyed myself, and I enjoyed the art. Mason Adams, Kristen Davis and Andrea Sheehan had their stuff on display, and it was pretty badass. I bought one of Andrea’s pieces, and if I had a couple hundred more dollars I would have picked up some of the pieces Kristen Davis brought. If anyone wants to buy something nice for me, I really liked “Bound.” Very nice stuff.

But that’s just my opinion.