Roll down Rodeo
.. With shotgun
.. Without shotgun
And now on with the post.
LACMA has an exhibit on Dalí that I went to with some friends last weekend. Mostly, you know, so I can casually brag to people in conversation that I've seen the original Persistence of Memory and Metamorphosis of Narcissus ('cause, you know, that's just the kind of thing I like to do). (Did you know that PoM actually has a Dalí self-portrait hidden inside it? This was the first I'd realized of it...).
Which is particularly strange for me since generally, surrealist movies are my bread-and-butter: Aqua Teen Hunger Force and Robot Chicken have been staples of my TV-watching experience for years. Maybe it's just that Dalí seems to want his movies to mean something (read his scripts, sometime -- they're out of this world). ATHF and Robot Chicken are just surreal for the sake of humor, so I don't take them as seriously. Why does it work in painting form, though?
In completely unrelated news, parties in LA are very different from what I got used to back in Eugene.