The Tate Modern

I spent four years living in Philly and went to the Art Museum 3 times.  Not nearly as much as I should of, I realize that now but in my defense they charge you, even on the free days they judge you if you don't donate!  One of the perks of having only one friend and one guy I snog (totaling a whole two people I talk to) is that I am forced to go do things during the day.

I spent the afternoon at the Tate Modern Museum on the South Bank of the Thames.  It's 5 floors of art.  I am not the most cultured person on earth but I would like to think I know enough and have been exposed enough to appreciate most types of art.  The funny thing about museums is everyone in there puts on their best artistic face on and gives their best critique...even funnier is most people sound like idiots.  Armed with my ipod, I walked through every room, some rooms I loved and others I absolutely hated.  I could spend my life in art museums and I will still never consider an all white canvas or a mirror on the wall, art.  No matter what moron says it depicts the vast emptiness of modern culture or the unique beauty in each of us....I call bullshit.  Painting a canvas all red with one big yellow dot in the center is not art its an overrated piece of refridgerator art that you made in kindergarden.  With every piece I hated I found one I loved (Andy Warhol pieces or "Water-Lilies" by Monet) or one that I found incrediably disturbing (like a video of a guy playing with himself in a tub of bodily fluids or one entitled "menstruation"...you get the point).  Despite my harsh  assesment of some rooms, I still loved the 3 hours I spent there.

In other news, my iPod is dying on me....it has seen better days, I don't understand why I can't have nice things...if this bitch dies on me I am going to be very upset....it allows me to avoid awkward situations.  I have no big plans for the rest of the day which is fine because tomorrow I have lunch with Lawrence then dinner with the Barrister.