Jesus may have built your hotrod...
But Jackson Pollock made my toaster strudel.
Mmmmm.
alt.anne
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2 Comments:
I would like to let you know a few things. First has to do with your blog post. AWESOME!!! Not only does its primary subject regard toaster strudel, you are intelligent and cultured enough to juxtapose the abstract-expressionist ideals of the famous 'drip' painter, Jackson Pollock. Critically however, I believe Mr. Pollock has taken a step in the wrong direction compositionally by not extending this piece beyond its borders (in this instance, the toaster strudel). Also, I would ask the question, what flavour are these strudels? Was the filling choice indicative of further meaning in this work? Was this masterful example of post-modernism soon after devoured, add yet more meaning to this already intriguing execution? We shall wait eagerly for a reply from its creator.
Secondly, um... I forgot. It might've been that I'm an uncle now. But maybe not. Oh well.
The filling was strawberry. Though I am personally rather partial to strawberry & cream cheese filling, strawberry alone is a fine indicator of good taste and all-around awesomeness. The consumption of these strudels, obviously, is symbolic of evolution, as one must devour said strudels in an animalistic fashion in order to sustain one's self along the path to self-actualization.
But of course, everyone knows that.
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