A random moment of TV-squeeness, i.e., it kinda came up in conversation today.

Bunheads.

Seriously, Bunheads, people. <–Okay, weird name is weird; I totally agree.

But, how is Bunheads fair?

Okay, so I’ve been an Amy Sherman-Palladino fan since forever.  Can we say Gilmore Girls and Roseanne (once upon a time)?  Actually, if you think about it, Roseanne helped to change writing on TV, which has caused a change in writing in media in general, since geek-god Joss Whedon (All hail, our lord and master!) and pop-culture-divinity Palladino came out of Roseanne’s stable of writers.

But, yeah, fan.  Long-time.  Me.

And Bunheads?  Quiet possibly the strangest collection of geekdoms in the History of Ever:  there’s literature (classic and modern); music; movies; ballet, which one wouldn’t think of as a geekdom, but it totally is; and generally just the insular, individuated geek cultures that groups-within-groups and cultures-within-cultures create as a matter of course.

Honestly, there should be some sort of quiz or something to see how many references that a viewer of Palladino’s shows gets ‘cause—I swear—my bestest of best rate is probably only still 80%, and I think a lot of that is because I was a Literature student.

If you’re getting every reference–and you’re not Palladino or her Inner Circle–I want to meet you.  We can get coffee or something.

I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND!

Okay, yeah, Bunheads is kinda geared towards teenage girls, but—BUT!—this is Palladino!  This is a woman who creates/writes such interesting characters with such undeniably poignant and meta observations that it’s approachable and identifiable for more-than-just teenage girls.

Just—can we talk about Sasha’s surreal, almost David-Lynch levels of weird dance to They Might Be Giants Istanbul (Not Constantinople) at the end of “The Movie Truck”?

Not only is this scene introducing a new generation of people to the wonders of They Might Be Giants, but for those of us who watched Looney Tune Adventures, we’re being reminded of the episode “Tiny Tune Music Television” as well as even older references to Audrey Hepburn’s beatnik dance in Funny Face (incidentally referenced again in “Channing Tatum is a Fine Actor”).

Or how about the Mice in The Nutcrackers being recast as Wall Street Bankers “’cause they’re rats?”

Or the heart-wrenching moment at the end of the first season in “A Nutcracker in Paradise” when Sasha (and, really y’all, Sasha is so supposed to be one of our primary “ins”—intelligence, snark, culturally literate, and with issues with a capital ISSUES—just like Michelle) invokes Dead Poets Society by standing on a chair—reminiscent of the desk-standing scene at the end of the movie—in a hospital and dressed as Clara—which manages to somehow terrifyingly cite the deceased Neil Perry—declaring “Oh captain, my captain.”

If nothing else, that one moment should indicate how multi-valiant and smart this show—and this creator—is:  in one scene—not even one scene—Palladino drastically and dramatically re-frames Michelle’s character from a washed-up once-professional ballet-dancer-cum-Vegas-showgirl-widow with no place in Paradise (an interesting philosophical connotation) to an exciting, challenging, free-thinking, controversial mentor that causes her students to reevaluate everything in their own lives ala John Keating (Dead Poets Society) and Katherine Ann Watson (Mona Lisa Smile), while simultaneously re-framing Sasha—really, all the girls but Sasha in particular—from a typically blasé teenager from a broken (well, breaking) home to an independent individual suffocating in Paradise (again, the metaphor just knocks me over) trying to find a way to be who and what she wants to be rather than what everyone else is telling her to be.

Okay, as much as The Onion AV Club didn’t like this moment, I did.  I’m having foreshadowing moments with this thing here.  I really am.

Yeah, this all might be a potentially tired trope but one that is always relevant at the same time.  And, in an amazing Third Wave Feminist text*?  Yes, please.

Seriously, who writes better female-centered worlds than Palladino?  She presents us with worlds that are women-dominated (but not domineering–except for Sasha…and Paris…and Milly–okay, occasionally domineering) and presents a multiplicity of femininities   In a world that needs ALL THE FEMININITIES out there and illustrated so that no one thinks that one has to be female in just one way, we all need this like breathing.

So, yeah, really an A+ text.  10/10.  Would recommend.

If you don’t like Bunheads, I’m not sure we can be friends anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

*Yes, problematic text is problematic.  I kinda think that all texts are problematic in some way, but yeah, this is still definitely one of the smartest Third Wave Feminist meta-narrative texts on TV right now.

Stuff and things.

So, I’ve been ridiculously busy with The New Job (I’m three weeks in now).

It’s been nutty.  For realz.

So, today’s images and stuff are a bit older (the images are like a month old).

This is part of my insult series–one of my first embroidery projects.  It’s kinda sent me into more thoroughly constructed embroidery projects.

A couple of my fungoid owlets.  They’re numbered and everything.

And this is a detail of a 12-foot long upcycled, braided, silk and wool and satin multi-purpose—thing.  There’s nothing that you can’t do with it!

Except fit it into a small bag.  It’s frikkin’ huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge.

Okay, now that there have been pictures of pretties (and there are a ton more where these came from), an announcement.

PSA:  Thursday, May 17th, is the Opening of the ARTgarage’s Second Quarter Show.

Come and seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I’m demo-ing, yo.

Waffle is very happy.

Courage.

Today is Manifesto Day! The happiest of all days!

Okay, I don’t know about it being the happiest of all days—that’s probably still Danish Day—but Manifesto Day is still pretty exciting.

So, I’m been working on a PowerPoint presentation for Gnome’s (The Husband) Humanities class, and while I was wandering about the interwebs looking for a last few images, I decided I wanted to have Marinetti’s Futurist Manifesto on hand so that I could quote from it.

That lead me to wanting Tzara’s Dadaist Manifesto (or one of them at any rate).

It was like Indiana Jones running from the giant boulder.  For real.  Now, I have several manifestos for Gnome to copy for the kidlets.  \o/ for the interwebs!

Here are the ones that I grabbed:

There are tons and tons more on the interwebs; these were just the ones that I grabbed today.  <3

Additionally, there’s this really interesting article on Hyperallergic about Sebastian Errazuriz and his Occupy Chair series.

Totally neat, don’t ya think?

I was also really enjoying Haute Macabre‘s really intriguing post entitled “Magical Thinking.”

Each of the images is very different, but they each of have an Asian sensibility of motion, flow, and space (as well as visually referring to Asian icons like the Chinese dragon).

And, that’s all I have for thinky-ness today; my brain is kinda thinky-ed out after the PowerPoint, but I found you pretty pictures!  And, here’s some of my newest pieces!

the Nothing (ooze) by Katrina ('Trie) Blasingame

This piece is part of my the Nothing(s) series of which I don’t have very many of them photographed/scanned yet; this particular piece is acrylic paint, ink, and spray paint.

I have written a really ramble-y artist statement for it:

These sorts of organic forms keep showing up in my work, but they’re evolving too.  And, they’re showing up in really strange places.

At first, the taxonomic structures were kind of a butterfly/dragonfly/cell(ular) structure reference that was decorative, organic, and often monstrous as well as a base for the chimerae.

Now?  It’s just kinda—imposing itself everywhere.

It’s creepy.

The other day, on a whim to create one of these on plex (which I’ve done before but not recently), I was drawing it on top of a discarded atlas page (so that I could see what I was doing and not mark all over my new ginormous self-healing matte), and I had this super-imposed image of a flowing, engulfing nothingness.  <–Okay, this could be a resurgence of my interest economic theory but seriously?

But, The Nothing is in slime and ooze and cancerous egg sacs spewing destruction.

So, it’s a happy Nothing.  *blech*

‘Though, the egg sac thing is kinda contradictory—except for all of the entire Aliens references.

*waves hand*  The cancer-thing is definitely an influence, literarily, from The Witches of Eastwick (novel)…

So, yeah, The Nothing.

I’ve also talked about the inspirations for the Nothing(s) here and here.

spindle's work, zellandine's denouement: 100 years in the tower by Katrina ('Trie) Blasingame

It’s made of handspun yarn (spun by me; the roving is from Interlacements), copper wire, roving I carded myself, wood bead, and spray paint.

There’s that spray paint again.

“100 years in the tower” is the fourth in the spindle’s work, zellandine’s denouement series; there’s even an artist statement to accompany it:

This fiber series, which is composed of scrumbled pieces (largely made up of yarn spun by me and some dyed by me) that are abstracted forms obliquely referencing aspects of fairytales, explores the idea of “woman’s work” in concert with the portrayal of Femininity in fairytales as well as the contemporary flourishing of Granny Arts in the (post)postmodern world.

So, yeah, I’m done for the night.

Courage.