Day Off / ¿19-0? / The MOBA

My wife is a handful when she has the day off. She needs constant stimulation and has not yet mastered the art of doing nothing. But I can't think of anyone more qualified to teach her to be a lotus-eater. Thank God we had our taxes to distract us. But with no Mets game of course I was stuck watching awful trash TV. She's an addict. Soap operas, dating gameshows, home improvements, anything "starring" Danny Bonaduce... aye, my head hurts.

Thus, I acquiesced to the internet and managed to stumble along a few little tidbits I felt would feel right at home on our humble little blogosphere space.

Patriots Are 19-0...In Nicaragua

I learned today what happened to all the championship wear the world would have seen had the Patriots not been slapped 'cross the face by the Giants in Super Bowl XLII. The NFL donated the gear to a charity called World Vision, who in turn delivered them to a village in Nicaragua, a place where it is highly unlikely that anyone even knows about the game of football nonetheless the harrowing charm of Tom Brady. Obviously a better solution than destroying the gear, but I'm sure it kills Belichik to know the 19-0 iron on will be worn until they are threadbare.

The MOBA
I came across an article about odd museum exhibits of the world, and one intrigued me a little more than the others. Simply and aptly titled, the Museum of Bad Art, or the MOBA as known to its Dedham Massachusetts neighbors, is the "world's only museum dedicated to the collection, preservation, exhibition and celebration of bad art in all its forms" and that is something I can really get behind. Probably because it's the only place any "art" of mine would ever have a chance in hell to be displayed. Broken up into three categories of Portraiture, Landscape, and my personal favorite, Unseen Forces, the pieces are taken quite seriously as the collectors, preservers & celebrators add their own tongue-in-cheek dialogue, which of course enhances these already ridiculous works, mostly actualized by children. But the most astounding works are done by the now infamous Unknown, whose true vision and brilliant imagination is yet to be realized and will remain that way til long after he/she/it has died. Like Picasso and Roy Orbison and John Candy.

Here is a couple of my favorites. It was so hard to choose so I may have to revisit this theme in a later posting. I know that makes you smile.

A remarkable fusion of ski resort and wolf puppy -- stoical in his yellow-eyed silence, frozen beneath the ice-capped peak, Dog elequently challenges the viewer to rexamine old concepts of landscape.


This disturbing work "makes an offer you can't refuse". The chilling, matter-of-fact manner in which the subject presents the severed head to us is a poignant reminder of just how numb we have become. The understated violence implicit in the scene speaks volumes on our own desensitization, our society's reflexive use of force, and the artist's inability to deal with the hindquarters of the animal.


The colorless cuffs and contrast between the subject's eyeless blue head and the stark white background lead some to speculate that this painting is unfinished. Others note that more detail would be superfluous, for the artist has satisfyingly portrayed the essence of blue meanness.

Still others insist this painting is simple the depiction of the ancient parable in which a Blueish mother gave her son a green shirt and a yellow shirt for his birthday. When he next visited his mother, the nice Blueish boy wore the green shirt, only to hear his mother cry, "What's the matter, you didn't like the yellow one?"