So uh -- guess I should go to this one, then?

Yup. And I'll give you a money-back guarantee that you'll like it.

I have a question for you:

If you'd really like to have a pink Marshall stack, then why don't you wander through eBay and then head down to the local hardware store for a couple of cans of Krylon in order to get hooked up?

I'm reminded of "Economics Joke No. 2" from David Freidman's "Hidden Order":

Two economists are standing in front of a local sports car dealership, looking in through the window at the new red convertible. Economist No. 1 sighs and says, "I'd really like to have one of those."

Economist No. 2 observes his friend merely standing there, and concludes: "Obviously not."

Here's the thing: you could have yourself a "pink marshall stack" if you really wanted one, but I don't believe at all that that's what you want.

I think that what you want is for people around you to say, "Wow! He's got a pink Marshall stack in his house. You can't believe how cool that is!"

...except, of course, that it wouldn't be that cool if you just sprayed the damned thing yourself.

If you'd really like to have a pink Marshall stack, then why don't you wander through eBay and then head down to the local hardware store for a couple of cans of Krylon in order to get hooked up?

I can't afford one right now, at least not the one that I'd prefer to buy. While I don't know how you arrived at the conclusion that my resources are capable to my desires from "editor," "writer," or "art critic," I suppose the nod is appreciated.

I'm not sure how it corresponds with the pithy economist's joke, but my uncle used to give me this line: "Want in one hand and piss in the other and see which one fills up first." What fonts of wisdom, uncles.

Well. I've worked on rock tours for twenty-seven years, and I've been an amateur guitarist since 1969. I'm tellin' ya: the handiest rig in the world is a 50 watt 2x12 combo and a sound guy with a microphone to put it in the house. Stacks are for kids.

But, hey: everybody gets to go to hell in their own go-cart. That's what I always say.

Your uncle understood the economics joke pretty clearly, I'd say, even if he never heard it.

The thing I was really cracking on, though, was a pink Marshall in an art exhibit.

I'll bet that'll be the funniest goddamned thing I lay eyes on this week.

But if you clicked through, you'd see that it's trompe l'oeil—it's acrylic mounted on board in the shape of a stack. Same with the kitchen countertop that's also on exhibit. I'm not sure whether that raises your estimation of the piece, but the word is that it's pretty clever.

http://www.randomimage.us/23040.html

Yeah, it was pretty clever when the fella signed his name to the urinal...

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"Epater les bourgeois" has succeeded so well that it's now useless. The only outrage generated by current art among the "middle classes" is that tax money should be used to fund it, a proposition that Barnett Newman and Frederic Bastiat could well agree on.

The Onion's fusion of the late Jesse Helms and the Dadaists in a joint effort to put the fraudulent "Emperor's New Clothes" unreality of the art world out of its misery is less a work of humor than it is a pointed commentary on just how pathetically absurd the whole charade has gotten.

Poor Duchamp, to suffer the indignity of being recouped to the stupidity of what he lampooned.

It's enough to drive a fellow to chess.

Pardon me:

"The only outrage generated by current art among the "middle classes" is the idea that tax money should be used to fund it"

"has become."

i'm betting that Shapero's would would tumble in a strong breeze. they mostly consist of paper somehow affixed together, and even the pieces like the orb, which seem to have quite a bit of mass, are actually pretty fragile when you see them up close. she is one of my favorite new artists, hope you get a chance to see her work soon.

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