Getting Better all the Time

Are they? Well, of course! You might say, just look at us! (take a selfie!) But sometimes I'm not so sure. In some ways, yes! But certainly, if Michelangelo were alive today he'd be on antidepressants, anybody looking at him as pictured in Raphael's School of Athens would have sent him straight to the Wellbeing Centre. Meanwhile, looking further back, to enable that sense of the Roman law to pervade the whole of Southern Europe and way into the Middle East (oh please!) you had to be able to play fairly fast and loose with the concept of 'food poisoning'. Then, when I look at the fresco above, discovered at Knossos, of ancient Minoan Bull Dancing, I wonder at the comparative horrors of our Saturday night TV schedule (Strictly then X Factor) and think just how amazing, awesome, and incredible it would be to see young those young women spinning somersaults over charging bulls ( the business being, of course, to grab that bull by the horns) and further, at what kind of feminist critique might be brung. And I wonder how often they did it? (Once a year?) and as to exactly how many Beyonce concerts that might be equivalent to.
So one dwells on just how our spectatorship moves forward, or as one student put it wisely yesterday, 'even if you think you are making a comment on Facebook, you aren't'.
Andrew Stoane was brilliant last night (CC3 lecture on The Organic) showing us a picture of his fabulous fuse box that even has a switch for 'Going Away'. I mean the thing was just fantastical in every single way, and he made it all himself! But I had to ask, given all the palaver, why not just turn out the lights?