Showing posts with label minneapolis institute of arts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label minneapolis institute of arts. Show all posts

Monday, July 25, 2011

Bicycle Film Festival

I spent much of the last four days at a movie of some sort.  Thursday-Saturday I was at the Bike Film Festival in Minneapolis.  Thursday for two shows with Kyle and Ming.  Friday for two shows with Kyle.  And Saturday for a show with Kyle, my wife, and daughter.  A lot of bike movies. Sunday I topped it off with the last Harry Potter movie in 3D. We had to go for a convertible ride to the art park north of Stillwater on Sunday just to make up for all the weekend indoor time.

Contrary to Ming's contention that sexism in the bike shop industry seems to be a made up problem, I really enjoyed Dudey Free Zone at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts.  Even though they shut it down two minutes early because the museum closed.  The two things that stuck out were how almost every woman complained about men taking tools right out of their hands.  And the woman at Sunrise Cyclery who said some guy lifted the back of her pants to check out her calf without asking.  Her humorous observation that she'd ventured beyond the no dudes zone behind the counter was proof to me that it wasn't a bitter, made up, problem, but something being faced by people who were tired of it, but still had a great sense of humor.  Ming and Kyle had an extensive discussion about it on Facebook, and I chimed in today that it reminded me of the uproar around the Flashbelt conference in 2009.

Labor of Love, earlier that night, about a woman doing the Race Across America was amazing.  Caroline van den Bulk's 3000 mile trip, where she timed out only about 55 miles from the finish, but went the distance anyway, was an amazing look into what happens to someone who only sleeps 12 hours in 12 days while otherwise pedaling constantly.  It should come as no surprise that a complete emotional meltdown is part of the charm, although having your coach mock cry at you would come as something of a surprise (he did apologize to her on a tape recorder in the car after she finally got going again).

Some other notables. The Bilenky Junkyard Cross:


I liked Le Tour De Kagawa, a search for Udon shops, although that was primarily about the personalities of the Udon eaters/bicyclists, and not the riding.

I've blogged about My Commuted Commute before (thanks to Mean Mr. Mustard), about the bike lane in NYC.

Mark Ronson's Bike Song...excellent music video:


And the Tom Schroeder cartoons about bicycling stories in MN were wonderful, both Bike Ride:


And The Bike Race:


Sunchasers, about disabled cyclists, should have been better, but the editing wasn't very good. So you were often faced with long parts that weren't illuminating of the characters of the women involved.

Sunchasers Karissa Portrait from Irvin Coffee on Vimeo.


Eryn enjoyed how at one point the video started skipping during the credits, and the audience would clap. And stop. And clap. And stop. In time with the skipping. The Bike Film Festival audience is an extremely good-natured crowd.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Peculiar Fashion Choice

When I dropped Eryn off for camp at the Minneapolis Institute of Art on Tuesday, there was this guy standing outside as I left that had on a white shirt, overalls, and a severe bowl haircut, with everything below the bowl shaved tight. It immediately brought to mind Ben Stiller in Tropic Thunder as Simple Jack. I found a picture of Simple Jack just to be sure I was remembering it correctly, and except for having slightly darker hair, this is how the guy was dressed, and this was his hairstyle.

Based on his location, I wonder if they're doing Simple Jack as a play for the Children's Theater in 2011.


Given the whole "full retard" controversy this created when the movie was out, this is a bold move by the CTC. I hope they know what they're doing.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

On Sunday we went to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts to check out Eryn, Pooteewheet, and my father in law's paintings at Foot in the Door 4. There are several rooms floor-to-ceiling full of approximately 1x1' art and each room has a table to display the non-wall style art (sculptures/etc). Some of it is downright strange. Like the Eagle Baby.

Or like this toast. It's important to understand when your hobby becomes a true art form.

Or this pig, checking out this other pig decorated with arms.

My sister in law and niece examining the art.

What is this saying? That barbies are like candy you get if you pay your money? Eryn has a gumball machine. I told her she should put some thought into what she'd put in it.

GOATSE!!!!! It's art!

Eryn and I looking at some of the paintings.

My father in law's painting.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Poop

Me, cleaning up after a very large dog (at the MIA). My niece did NOT want the bag after the fact.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010