Sneaky Hot

We have previously addressed this item, when one comes across hotness in either an unexpected, unanticipated or unconventional situation, or instead when traditional hotness is encountered in an atypical wrapping.
It is in this second category that I submit the item below:

Everybody expects cheerleaders to be hot, or rather is at least not surprised when cheerleaders turn out to be hot (but don't forget the importance of community service) - and disappointed when that hotness is not lived up to. But what is extra-, or should we say, sneaky-hot, is when you put a hot cheerleader in 1960's throwback outfits. They didn't quite make up for the awfulness of the Broncos uniforms - see below - but it was a good effort.

  

Lexicon: Lollypopapalooza

I has come to my attention that there is a family stage at Lollapalooza. WTF? Or in the words of Tony Kornheiser, when did that happen? They're calling it Kidsapalooza, but I like my title better.

I discovered this fact while reading an article on the neverending-and-stomach-churning-saga-of-stupid-Brett-Fah-vrah: the thesis was that both Slash and Favre are above the law, but I have to salute the creative opening and the laugh-out-loud story, which I will quote directly b/c I'm lazy.

We have Slash to thank. He and Perry Farrell were the headliners at the kid's stage on Sunday. Slash walked out wearing a hat that said "(expletive)" in large, black letters. He lit a cigarette, then flicked it into the crowd of children at the conclusion of "Knockin' on Heaven's Door." A young boy caught it, dropped it when it singed his hand, then picked it up again and screamed excitedly.

Slash was awesome. And the kids seemed to fully appreciate his awesomeness, even though most of them were not yet 10. He just stood there, rocking, smoking, wearing the obscene hat, and a bunch of very small children loved him.

After the set, it seemed necessary to have a brief evils-of-smoking discussion with my daughter, since we'd both just lunged for a discarded cigarette. But she cut me off.

"Duh, he's a rock star. He can do whatever."

There are certain lessons that only Slash can teach your kid, and that's one of them. The rules are very different for rock stars.

  

Vocabulary: Apogee

I always forget which is which between apogee and perigee, so I had to look it up the other day.

In the dictionary that Apple uses, it says that apogee is "the point in orbit where an object is furthest from the Earth." It then gives a figurative definition that apogee is also "the highest point or climax of something" and uses the example "the White House is considered the apogee of American achievement.

Of course, that made me mix the two in my head and think that the White House is the point in human achievement is the point where you're furthest from the Earth. Given the short sighted policies in a lot of our politics, you have to wonder if that isn't actually the case.

  

Art is in the eye of the Beholder

Kirsten and I spent a lot of time over Christmas visiting the various art museums in Baltimore and there are two things I feel the need to comment on:

First, a piece of art called "Volume" by an artist whose name I've forgotten. I was walking through a gallery at the Baltimore Museum of Art and saw a longish information plate on the wall so I walked over and read it. It turns out that the artist drilled a well in the museum's sculpture garden, sucked out 180 gallons of water, and then put that water into the freezing section of the air conditioning system. (The system freezes water at night when electricity is "cheap" and then uses the ice to chill air during the day.) You have to give the guy points for adding water to a system that was already in place and claiming that it's art. (Sidenote: the BMA isn't a bad museum, although a lot of it's collection is paintings my Matisse, and I don't really like Matisse.)

Second, we went to the American Visionary Art Museum. Admittedly some of the work was kind of interesting, but huge portions of it seem to be the obsessive doodling of people with severe mental problems. Frankly, I'm not sure if a lot of the work was actually art at all. If someone has untreated OCD and makes the same drawing over and over again for 15 years, does it become art? Or is it just a sign that someone needed some prozac or lithium? There were some works by a woman named Judith Scott that raise the question of art too. She had severe Downs Syndrome and was institutionalized for most of her life. In middle age though, her sister pulled her out of institutions and started to care for her. It was clear how the process started, but Judith ended up taking the things that she valued (perhaps a coin or a comb) and wrapped yarn around them, often until the objects became torso-sized, typically working for 3 months on a single artwork. I'm not really sure what to make of that.

  

More vocab

(1) Dundergrad. n. formed from the contraction of Dartmouth + undergrad = D'undergrad, this term refers to those individuals who exhibit the baffling combination of [poor judgement/stupidity/lack of common sense/academic superiority/wealth/disregard for expensive possessions] that is characteristic of many Dartmouth students.

(2)Umfriend. n. An individual with whom one has a sexual relationship; as in, “this is Katie, my...um...friend.” (from a discussion overheard yesterday on the bus, good times.)

  

Hairstyles not to wear: the comb-over ponytail

Sadly, I don't have a picture since I was just walking up the stairs behind this gentleman. Still, I feel the need to warn everyone.

Here's what not to do:
1. Allow your barber to cut your hair such that you have a long patch of hair available to comb over the bald top of your head.
2. Fail to comb said hair over the top of your head.
3. Allow said hair to instead hang down your back.

The longer that I'm here, the more weird stuff that I see. On Friday there was a guy wearing a matching shirt and pants. By that, I mean that his shirt and pants were made of exactly the same material. In khaki. With a suit type thing, you want to make sure your jacket and pants match, but the same rule doesn't hold true if you're not wearing a jacket. Oooh, unless it's actually a jumpsuit. Now that would be cool