Christopher’s Manchester Weblog - Summer 2005 - Days 11, 12, and 13 - Buses, noise and communion
More on my summer in Manchester
Since it was a holiday weekend where you all are at (definitely not here, trust me, other than “Good Riddance to bad Colonies” day), I thought I would combine the last few days into one message.
Friday
Having several sets of errands to work through, I decided to make Friday a day to get out and about. I haven’t traveled much in Manchester via the bus this time, so today was the day. And what a day for the bus.
First to downtown to check on a few items. The ride down was uneventful, but I was fortunate enough to come downtown on an arts day. So all along one boulevard of the walking mall there were all these artists setup to sell their latest “masterpieces.”
Now, I am no art critic (well, we all are…but you know what I mean) but all I can tell you is that I think the critics of postmodernism are correct. They say that when a culture loses the concept of truth that buetey has to follow. Based on the artwork on display Friday, their case has been proven. I mean my gosh, I wouldn’t even give this artwork to my worst enemies, or even to Dallas Seminary (an inside seminary joke for those interested). Hideous? Not quite the right word. Pedistrian? No, that is too soft. Lets just use the ancient Latin word – Bleech! I mean, Alethea with her paints does better work. And, strangest of all, people were buying this stuff. The thought occurred to me that if I had been smart, I would have packed a few of A.N. Morton’s finest in my bag and I probably could have made a small fortune on Friday.
