Day 1: Costa Rica y Panama

2011.08.05

July 5, 2011

Orlando, FL to San Jose, Costa Rica

Dan and I land and its check into Galileo an eclectic and young hostel with down to earth vibes and welcoming spirits and we take to walking about the streets of San Jose and locals greet me with customary cat calls but Dan reassures me not to worry by noting, ‘I got my masters in Philosophy, but I got my PhD in whoop ass’ and I know this is going to be the trip of a life time and we’re at their central market walk way and its lunch time first opportunity at authentic Costa Rican dishes my casada de vegetales comes equipped with plantains and pasta and corn and arroz con frijoles negros and its authentic and delicious and Dan insists he is ordering authentic Costa Rican cuisine but whatever it is it bears an uncanny resemblance to a chunk of deep fried chicken and some french fries and a side of tortilla wrap but who’s to say and we keep walking La Plaza de Cultura and el Teatro Nacional and being the cultural connoisseurs that we are we inadvertently enter a local library under the impression we are walking into a fine arts museum and after a longer than necessary exchange with the local guard upon entry we immediately realize our mistake alas it is too late and hubris has taken a hold of us: we must proceed to walk for some twenty minutes around the entirety of all levels of this library all the while greeting it as if it were a worldly art museum because pride is a fools’ fortress and we are the fools and the library was our fortress and we weren’t leaving until we were damn sure that security guard believed in his heart that we had been fully aware this was a local library and not an art gallery and had fully intended to walk through this local library to view it for its own sake. and then we’re off to a post modern art exhibit that threw us for a loop serving as the catalyst my favorite philosophical exchange with Dan to date on modern versus postmodern art and artistic sentiment and its objectivity versus subjectivity individuality versus collective right versus right in this context but how can we objectively judge post modern art? contrasted with when did judging become necessary for subjective experience and growth? and its entirely frustrating and its wholeheartedly illuminating how different kindred spirits can be and we are walking and now its raining and street entertainers are practicing their juggling and hipsters are creating their scenes and don’t mind the unanticipated strokes of our colorful verbal exchanges on their canvas our peculiarity in their exhibitions for only just today this 5th day of July in the mid-afternoon heat and rain drops droplets soaking through the paint and then its Galileo again for a movie night in the bar with its periodic table of spirits and its ‘Machete’ a gruesome and gory favorite-male pelicula which is apparently a total crowd-pleaser and we laugh and we drink and we meet John and Brian and the employees here will be  for sure among the finest hostel employees we meet during our 21 day adventure we can’t know this of course at this moment but regardless we enjoy the immersion in the absurdity of this scene as well and it’s an overwhelming and exhausting and captivating and glorious first day of travel a day that has now proven a truly inspiring cesspool for postmodern creative expression through the lens of a lass whose perspective accompanied yours  and is there anything meaningful worthwhile and immune from judgment in experiencing this?

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4 Responses to “Day 1: Costa Rica y Panama”

  1. Dan Miller said

    Nope, sounds like a pretty meaningful, worthwhile, and immune-from-judgement sort of experience to me 🙂 But, just to clarify, my worry about postmodern art was not so much that it cannot be objectively judged (although that’s closely related to my worry), but more so that it makes profundity (or something resembling it) too easy to come by, and cheap.

  2. C.M.Marcous said

    to play devil’s advocate:

    maybe the medium of postmodern expression actually helps authenticate the concept of what is truly profound by equalizing and individualizing the privilege and power distributions of those individuals who have access and get to define how we discern what constitutes and exemplifies this concept.

    in other words, postmodern artistic expression may promote an increasingly diverse pool of subjective participants (from both the perspectives of artist and observer) w/ their own notions of profundity and beauty, thereby promoting the objectification of such claims regarding an artwork’s ‘level of profundity’ by more thoroughly contextualizing the validity of the claim as simply being representative of one individual (versus or one group or class of individuals versus a given society, etc).

    hmmm ‘too easy’ and ‘cheap’ sounds like those who wish to keep a veil of objectivity over their lens shouldn’t be too concerned about whether their ability to ‘objectively judge’ would be compromised by the sedimentation and infusion of postmodern art and sentiment in contemporary society (OR unless and only-in-so-far as their concern relates to a loss of the ‘taken for granted, privileged, and unchallenged perspective and judgment’ they enjoyed regarding ‘claims of artistic profundity’)

    p.s. as one of the cheapskate artists who (regularly) usurps (warps) notions of profundity in her creative expression, i do feel a duty to play devil’s advocate (especially in an instance when i’m compelled to think i may not be advocating for the devil)

    p.s.s. 🙂 the smiley faces make everything better, no? 🙂

  3. Rob said

    the devil is pleased with your comment

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