Today's photo puzzle.
ANSWER: I'm at (in) an installation by Roberto Behar and Rosario Marquardt at the Madison Museum of Contemporary Art called "The Absent City":
While the work in the prow [of the museum] succeeds as a site-specific piece, at least architecturally speaking, the most important question to consider is how these works relate to the people of Madison. On a recent opening night, people were enjoying themselves, but I don't know if these pieces really dig deeply at the social and political issues the artists want to address — presumably, in part, issues about a sense of community and questioning the conventional order. Madison, while not a progressive utopia, is a pretty savvy place, and I think Madisonians could go for something more visually and conceptually challenging.Ahem. Yeah. I'm thinking this would be a good exhibition for children. I'm inside a room created by hanging red plastic ribbons. There are other rooms with permeable walls made of other colors of ribbons. Each room on the inside is made of a single color, and the outside of the walls are a second layer of hanging ribbons, made — did you guess? — of multiple colors. In a central area there are little figures of people standing under a big flag made of flowers. Get the message? Come on, people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together, try to love one another right now.
IN THE COMMENTS: Lots of good stuff, mainly about me being in hell. Plus: Sir Archy!
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You are on the set of the Johnny Carson show circa 1975 and thinking that you cannot believe that Ricardo Montalban and a dancing dog are getting billing ahead of you.
Hell ain't such a bad place to be.
You are inside your house with all the lights shut and the doors and windows locked. Simon is outside with a night vision spotlight, some rope, crisco, and a first edition of Blackstone's sonnets.
The one on trespass to chattel always make me tear up.
I know what I am thinking.
I particularly love “My Lady’s Torts bring me Easement Fulfilled.”
Red China? Why do we keep yakking about John Edwards?
You are in the reactor core at Yankee Springs. You're thinking of all the radiation bombarding your cells.
I don't know where you are at or what you are thinking, but you do look beautiful.
You are thinking about the men's syncro diving, who on the Olympics right now and are absolutely amazing.
Love it when they shower together. So homoerotic.
Tarantino from the US is absolutely amazing. Love his waist..and hair...and pecs...and package...
Red rum! Red rum!
I could chizz all over the canadian syncro divers. Amazing, absolutely amazing.
Look at them will you. They wreak of sex.
OMG-Hello Ukraine.
holy crap that's creepy
Seeing if John Edwards is in the Red Light District of Madison?
Jevon Tarantino from the US is to die for.
I would kill to smell his jock.
I wonder if Greg Looseanus is slinging his pussy around that pool tonight.
Unfortunately, Madison doesn't have a red light district.
Oh Jevon Tarantino didn't get a medal. He is sad. I totally want to comfort him, hold him, and then blow him.
Where am I? What am I thinking?
You are inside an orange after being shrunk like Raquel Welch and Stephen Boyd in Fantastic Voyage .
You are thinking I wonder how big the seeds are?
You're with that dancing dwarf from Twin Peaks.
Mary Corilla (dyke) just ate a fried scopian, goose lips and a rabbit head.
"Where am I? What am I thinking?"
Hell, if you don't know how should we?
Okay, my guess: You're in the restroom of a swanky LA hotel pretending to be John Erwards.
I am thinking that you are thinking that you are going to strike a pose in order to turn on your predominately male base.
And, girl, it worked, it my case.
Call me.
Infra-red tanning booth. Why did you bring the camera in with you?
You stopped by on your way to LA to visit the Instapundit while his wife was away at a conference and a CSI guy sprayed the curtain with that chemical that tells you when there is sploog on fabric cause it turns it orange.
You are terrified.
Mmm, Jevon. So flexible!
In the factory.
Thinking, "I'm not Andy Warhol."
I kept looking and looking at the image and then it hit me: wherever you are (I don't have a clue) the flattening out effect of the red light makes you look like a portrait by Alex Katz.
Total known facts about Geryon.
Geryon was a monster everything about him was red. Geryon lived on an island in the Atlantic called the Red Place. Geryon's mother was a river that runs to the sea the Red Joy River Geryon's father was gold. Some say Geryon had six hands six feet some say wings. Geryon was red so were his strange red cattle. Herakles came one day killed Geryon got the cattle.
Geryon had a little red dog Herakles killed that too.
Anne Carson Autobiography of Red
Trooper York said...
"You are inside your house with all the lights shut and the doors and windows locked. Simon is outside with a night vision spotlight...."
See the world through my eyes and you'll see why the night vision scope would be extraneous! ;)
You're in an orange room thinking, "I wonder how this picture is going to turn out?" Am I right?
Hell?
Jevon's bedroom??? And if you were I would have to kill you.
He's mine Mary.
Would all of you just look at him?
Absolute beauty.
Even you straighties must be willing to do him, right? You can admit it. We are all friends here.
Too late Ann. He (Simon) is in your house.
In your left hand hangs a bloody ear, a trophy from another successful kill. Held loosely in your right hand is a seven inch British commando knife. You are still on the hunt, still need one more trophy. Your only thoughts are about your next target.
People focus. Devin. US Olympic Diver. Doing him would be totally patriotic.
Even you Troop would get to your knees bow down to the God and respect the Hog.
I still think I like Raj better than Devon though.
I could break up with Raj for approximately 10 minutes to do Devon but then I would come running back to Raj and apologize.
Watching Devon and Raj do it would be very hot. They wouldn't even have to touch me. I would be willing to allow Raj to cheat on me with Devon, only if they allowed me to watch. And splew on them when they are cuddling in the after glaze.
Jason Lezak I would do too.
Now I am horny.
I would be willing to give the US Swim Team massages with release.
Why aren't you watching the Greco-Roman wrestling?
You're trapped in another Christo installation.
You are checking up on your stockpile of Tang you collected back when Dr. Sally Ride was your heroine.
You're in one of those bizarre dream sequences from Twin Peaks wondering "where'd that midget go?"
or...
You're inside a giant pumpkin thinking "how the hell did I get inside a giant pumpkin?"
Men's olympics let's focus.
Speaking of astronauts and men's gymnastics, one of the US guys (the rowdy one) is the son of an astronaut.
I'd do him.
Where is the Greco Roman wrestling?
I want to see that.
The Japanese gymnasts all have the same haircut.
I would like to see someone wipe out tonight
You're thinking, "So this is the afterlife. Not so bad. If not for the daily 'The Vagina Monologues' presentations, it would remind me of Wisconsin, but with better lighting.".
Where is Michael Phelps dad?
Divorced. Phelps and Phelps Pere have very little contact.
Kinda makes you wonder how it is, when you leave your family, and your child goes on to become a world giant, if only for a moment.
Do you feel like a dork for walking away, or are you the type who wouldn't care either way?
Too bad Obama Sr. isn't around to answer...
Wow, Victoria, I am surprised.
I know who you are talking about.
He is a little short but yes, definitely doable. Arms of death. He is nervous right now but we are confident he is going to be on the podium.
You go girl.
Which one would you do Althouse?
Heh. I wouldn't actually do him. I was just channelling my inner Titus...I'm a good girl.
Most times.
Anyway, the Nyquil is kicking in, and speaking of shutting it down, as Rowdy Gaines is saying right now, I am too. Night!
Cheers,
Victoria
Oh that is sad about Phelps dad.
Could you imagine being a parent and not being a part of this history?
Terrible tragedy.
Oh please Victoria if some beautiful young man with an amazing body and an olympic medal was willing you would be too. Who wouldn't?
There is nothing wrong with that girl.
You are contemplating the rings of Saturn.
Now I am watching Charle Rose.
Jane Mayer is on.
Any opinion of waterboarding Althouse?
Last thought, how did Shannon Miller land herself that Claritin ad?
She hasn't been part of the scene for a while.
I'd rather see what Kerri Strug is up to these days.
*checks her website*
GOOD HEAVENS! She done growed up.
"Where am I? What am I thinking?"
Who cares?
You really do have to watch this, Titus.
You were shrunken by a secret government shrinking laser and fell into an Orange Julius and you're thinking, "Get me out of this Orange Julius and back to my normal size?"
Pogo is closest.
You're thinking: Oh My God. The Semester starts in 3 weeks! You're in Dane County.
I Am Curious Orange.
The Overture Center. Did you see Wm Christopher there?
You are backstage at the Wisconsin Cheddar Cheese production of the Vagina Monologues.
Titusonpoint said...
Now I am watching Charle Rose.
Jane Mayer is on.
Any opinion of waterboarding Althouse?
Is waterboarding a variation of surfing with a snow board?
Hmm... I'm thinking Dan Flavin. Or Robert Irwin. Bruce Nauman?
You are a docent at a presentation of the Vagina Monologues where Christo is the set designer. You are thinking about International Shoe.
Either that, or you're sitting in front of your computer with i-Photo open and having just finished playing with the saturation, temperature, and tint sliders, and having decided on heavily orange, you've uploaded your photo to flickr, you're thinking, "I'm rather pleased with that."
waterboarding
Pretty much the entire sum of decorations at my junior prom, for the theme Is that a carrot, or are you just happy to see me?, celebrating vegan green nonviolence.
Orange you glad that's over?
Titusonpoint said...Any opinion of waterboarding Althouse?
I don't think we should waterboard Althouse.
A better form of torture would be to take away her camera, her blog, American Idol and then send her back to Brooklyn.
Then she'd tell us all her secrets.
Ann Althouse's hero: Pigman
I thought that poll that showed that half of Althouse readers believed she was going to vote for Obama to be quite revealing. How stupid are these people? I can't believe that many people fall for the dishonest Althouse routine, even as she defends the likes of Jerome Corsi.
This is who Ann Althouse is in bed with. Vicious hatemongers (and typical Republicans) like Jerome Corsi.
Corsi on Islam: "a worthless, dangerous Satanic religion"
Corsi on Catholicism: "Boy buggering in both Islam and Catholicism is okay with the Pope as long as it isn't reported by the liberal press"
Corsi on Muslims: "RAGHEADS are Boy-Bumpers as clearly as they are Women-Haters -- it all goes together"
Corsi on "John F*ing Commie Kerry": "After he married TerRAHsa, didn't John Kerry begin practicing Judiasm? He also has paternal grandparents that were Jewish. What religion is John Kerry?"
Corsi on Senator "FAT HOG" Clinton: "Anybody ask why HELLary couldn't keep BJ Bill satisfied? Not lesbo or anything, is she?"
Ann - You're a wingnut who is advancing the hatemongering agenda of the right. And any readers who fall for your moderate routine are deeply clueless.
You're having your picture taken for the cover of your first album.
You're trying to decide whether to do "Oops! I did it again" in full camp, or to go with a more subtle, ironic approach.
You're what?
Meh, I like my answer better.
Pick one:
Verso gives weasels a bad name.
Verso gives cowards a bad name.
Verso gives morons a bad name.
Verso gives trolls a bad name.
Verso gives sophomores a bad name.
Verso gives enemas a bad name.
Is it derivative from My Little Pony, messagewise?
Now that I know the answer I am sorry I ever read this thread, and I want to give the world a Coke.
Pogo said...
Pick one:
Verso gives weasels a bad name.
Verso gives cowards a bad name.
Verso gives morons a bad name.
Verso gives trolls a bad name.
Verso gives sophomores a bad name.
Verso gives enemas a bad name.
You left out all of the above.
I guess no one liked my T-vision joke above. Rats!
No, Simon it was great. Borderline creepy but great.
You certainly are a good sport. We all have our assigned roles here on Althouse. RH the chicken molester. Mort the aggrieved avenger of racial wrongs. Bissage the gay humorist. Titus the Puritan. Me the fat loudmouth idiot. And you the obsessed stalker with the cougar fixation. It's good when we recognize our box and stay in it. Comforting for the children’s.
I salute your sense of humor and your good sportyness if that's a word.
Where's my box?!
No, not that kind of box!
Dude you are the gay Andy Rooney with the artistic streak. You know, the curmudgeon with artistic flair. Who smells like perfume. And Latino. Heh.
Trooper,
I actually started off doing a nightvision scope image, which was what your comment actually suggested, but when I finished the image, it was WAY too creepy. What pushed it over the edge was putting a crosshairs on her - that made me feel very uncomfortable given the way that the ADS mob talk. So I wanted to think of something that was more obviously and unambiguous humorous that couldn't possibly be taken as anything but lighthearted, even if later ripped out of context. And I don't mind mining the humor from the caricature, although one hopes that everyone gets that it is a caricature.
Hey Simon, everyone knows that humor is exaggeration.
Which, is not to say you that you haven’t Ernie Borgnined a few photo’s from the flicker photo stream now and again.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
To Trooper York.
Sir,
'Tis true, that the regular Company at this Theatre of Topicks (as I call it) have their accustom'd Roles. However that be, as the Ghost of a Gentleman, dead these 260 Years and more, I hope you do not take it amiss if I say I would rather remain out of my Box. Were I to return to it, I fear I should be oblig'd to remain in the Underworld, leaving off my free & easy Existence, whereby I may come & go, at times, as I please. Once I yield to my mortal Fate, then, and only then, does that famous Maxim, Abandon all Hope, Ye who enter here, come into Force.
Additionally, you, most of all, will understand that I had paid dearly for the Privilege of Entry & Exit to and from the Underworld for ten-thousand Years (Season Tickets, if you will), and I should be very put out were I unable to use it.
Sir, you are Sportsman enough to understand all the good Uses to which Boxes may be put. Begging your Leave, however, to omit any Mention of staying in a Box, I am,
Sir,
Your humble & obt. Servt.
Sir Archy
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N.B. to the Audience:— I cannot forbear to mention a grievous Error in my previous Remark to Professor Althouse. The Subjunctive Case is one of the declining Ornaments of the English Language. Whether through the Error of allowing wretch'd Microsoft Word to silently correct (i.e., mangle) my Line, or my own Omission, the Sentence, "We should also wish to know, once and for all, whether Persephone, like Sen. Clinton, is a Victim, or, an Iron Queen?" was allow'd to stand. It should rather be—
"We should wish also to know, once and for all, whether Persephone, like Sen. Clinton, were a Victim, or, an Iron Queen?"
I point this out only to acquaint you with the Vexations I daily endure to remain out of my Box. My Recompense, returning me a thousand times my Troubles, remains Professor Althouse & the fine Company here assembl'd.
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