It's deceased. It has gone to meet its maker corporate hierarchy. It has passed on; it is no more; it has ceased to be.
Good riddance. But what's left is still bird poop, and too much bird poop closes public beaches.
- Perhaps it's bird poop resulting from an overly-rich diet, a lack of roughage, the pretense that actual merit in the arts depends upon a certain… preordained social acceptability that grants preapproval to those who either are members of — or can convincingly mimic — the whine-and-cheese-party set. Mutterings about the acceptability of this guy over this one, and similar comparisons apparent from comparing "what gets nominated for big-name NYC-upper-middle-class-sponsored awards" to "what appears on upper-level contemporary-works syllabi," will not be considered acceptable in the pages of The New Yawkah and Atlantis Monthly.
- Nor considered acceptable among museum "benefactors" whose collections' provenances don't measure up to their own, indisputably praiseworthy ancestry (or, among the nouveau riche, intriguingly-salacious-and-clever parasitism). That this is merely a recent example — and noteworthy primarily because even the "arts press" published on it — is the actual point here. Hint: Limiting the statement of provenance to 140 characters or less (from a paid-for "verified" account) doesn't lead to greater truth — in general, concerning the person who prepared the provenance, or concerning the subject work. Nuance matters, you sleazebuckets.
- All the way into the waiting room at the clinic. It's not just treatment either; it extends all the way to approval for simple diagnostics, like demanding that noninvasive outpatient imaging be restricted to an ultrasound when that patient's surgical history indicates that an ultrasound will provide no meaningful data, requiring a return visit for the specific otherwise-routine scan requested by the treating physician.
We just won't get into "preferred provider networks" and "limitations on formularies" this early on a Monday — especially not by comparison to a Congressional health plan. I'd love to see that group of approaching-geriatrics being restricted to what's in United Healthcare's "pre-approved" package for a half-decade or so…
- Since it's Monday morning, though, inept reliance on scare tactics is definitely the order of the day. It's disturbingly amusing that activists go after sweetened drinks and sodas (the sugars also assist — in moderation! — with electrolyte absorption and balance) with no attention whatsoever to cereals marketed to children and even adults (they… don't). All the while preferring their carefully handcrafted gin-and-tonics to mass-produced beer in a never-acknowledged-as-existing-let-alone-ironic inversion of Hogarth. Which is about right for Monday morning.