Pervs to Paintings
Best line from my morning surfing: "Those who live in eternal fear are only replacing the Orange Man with the Gray Man." It's an odd article, though. After that line in the tagline, the article talks about the hypocrisy of the Left when it comes to the Weinstein-Biden-Kavanaugh continuum, which is astounding. I mean, it's one thing to modify your position ("believe all women") as time goes on, but here, Harvey just got convicted on February 24th. And we aren't dealing with a modification, but rather, a full reversal of attitude.
I know there were 29 days in February this year, but that's still a stunningly-fast reversal in position by the feminists.
I've been touting the benefits of compromise on the lock-downs: freedom with masks. If universal masks will allow me to go out safely, but will at least allow me to go out, let's do it. This picture from a Georgia Tech football game in 1918 (Spanish Flu time) shows people wearing masks. It seems like a pretty small inconvenience.
In a related vein, maybe restaurants could start using individualized booths with glass around them, kind of like this restaurant and its individual greenhouses.
It would have the added benefit of preventing people from crashing your table for small talk when you're trying to have a discussion. That is, hands-down, the worst part of eating out: the constant interruptions. Between the waitress, the hostess, and acquaintances stopping by the table, it's virtually impossible to have a decent conversation in a restaurant. Maybe Coronabeer will mitigate that problem if there are any restaurants left.
The picture in this post is Grant Wood's "Young Corn." I've decided I really like Grant Woods' paintings. I don't like "American Gothic" and his portraits, but for pastoral scenes? I really like them. I just can't figure out what art school it is. All the Google searches simply call it "Regionalism," "American Scene," "Social Realism," and other terms that tell me what Grant Wood was painting, but don't tell me the style. Maybe it's simply "realism."
My 3-credit American art survey course in college is letting me down.
In the course of my "surfing research" (though I actually cracked open my American Art textbook from 1986 as well), I ran across the "folk realism" paintings of Robin Moline that I greatly enjoyed (the pastoral paintings, anyway). I might actually buy a print. I've only bought one original piece of painting in my life, which was an impressionism painting by William F. Buckley's nephew who is a monk in France. It hangs in a spot in my living room where it doesn't get much light and hopefully won't fade. Just in case, you know, it becomes valuable some day.