Thanks for the comment. What you say made me remember an experience I had while traveling. I visited this Peruvian city, Iquitos, which is totally in the Jungle. There are no roads; you get there by boat or by plane. I stayed with some local folks and they took me out for the day to the zoo. It never occurred to me at the time but these were folks who were living in the middle of the Peruvian jungle! There were awesome animals in the wild all around us but that didn’t occur to them because it was so much in the background that they couldn’t really see them. That is to say they “didn’t see the forest for the trees.” In order to see the animals they had to fence them off, define them, say “Now these… THESE are animals.”

Come to think of it I haven’t seen mullets in awhile either. I amend that to “In the land of the ubiquitous rat tail [...]“

Kitsch is the absolute denial of shit.

It functions by excluding from view everything that humans find difficult to come to terms with, offering instead a sanitised view of the world in which all answers are given in advance and preclude any questions.

Kitsch causes two tears to flow in quick succession. The first tear says: How nice to see children running on the grass! The second tear says: How nice to be moved, together with all mankind, by children running on the grass! It is the second tear that makes kitsch kitsch.

“AH WAHS FINDIN BALLS O GOOOLD WHEN YUUU WAR SUCKIN ON YUR MUMMIE’S TEEEEET!!!”

go figure….

That curator scared the willies out of me.