Saturday, September 11, 2004


Look, I want you to stop treating me like a baby! I may look like a baby. I may act like a baby. I may even cry like a baby. But what I am doing now is art! I don't expect you to understand that, Mommy and Daddy, of course not. You're so - how shall I put it - conventional. See, you can't even follow what I'm saying now. You think it's baby talk. Use some imagination when listening to me! Last night for instance, just for fun, to see if you'd notice, I related to you my entire theory of aesthetics, quite revolutionary actually, kind of what Picasso was getting at in his work, although he didn't go far enough. And all you could say was, "Oh, isn't he cuuute?" and "It actually sounds like he's saaying something." Well, if you can't comprehend, I'll just have to show you. Tonight when you two are asleep, I'm going to redecorate the entire living room in this style. I'm going to teach you in spite of yourselves. You have to live art to understand it!

Story #30

6 comments:

Robyn said...

*laughs hard at the intellectually snobbish baby*

Indeterminacy said...

Thanks for that comment! Had no idea how this would come across, but it was fun to write. I think the photo has something of an "Orson Welles look" to it(if there is such a thing):
http://www.unknown.nu/mercury

Matt the Hat said...

This is all the funnier for the fact I have my own kids... I think maybe I might not sleep so well tonight.

shtikl said...

wonderful, thanks! Thanks for pointing this story out to me.

Rick said...

Thanks, Indie! Next time, when I have to clean the mess up, I will think of your story - and after a short moment of appretiation, I will do it. With a smile this time. :-)

weirsdo said...

Our kids, too, have redecorated using their own aesthetic as a guide. Our house is now littered, I mean ornamented, with small plastic soldiers, stuffed animals, and other objets d'art.