All praise the dung beetle: Science Centerâ€™s â€˜Grossologyâ€™ exhibit offers a new spin on slime, blood and poo
Sylvia Branzei: finds the common housefly the most disgusting creature on the planet.Sylvia Branzei’s favorite insect is the dung beetle — and not because it so magnanimously cleans up the world’s shit, but for its ability to complete a task. “They’re so agile, determined and persistent,” the former science teacher says as she explains how it can take days for one beetle to collect a ball of feces and roll it to a desired location to become a nursery. “They just don’t get the appreciation they should.”
Cards’ dance card. Bottom line to jitterbug in the NC2A: Louisville needs to win out at home. If the Cards can beat UConn and steal a W at Pitt or Marquette, they need to get to the Big East semis. Otherwise, they need to make the final and probably prevail in the Garden.
Birds of a feather: A Native American group is protesting something a WHAS radio jock said. Should we be surprised?
Matt Cordes: a full-blooded member of the Dakota subset of the Sioux Nation tribe, sprinkles tobacco during a prayer for healing in downtownâ€™s Founderâ€™s Square last weekend. Cordes, his wife Lynny (left, behind the tree) and a small group were protesting comments by W“Why does everything America has ever done bother these people? If they hate America so much, and want to apologize for everything that ever happened, that happened hundreds of years ago, you know what, just go to Canada and go bug the Canucks. Because I’m up to here with you.” —Francene Cucinello, WHAS radio talk show host, during a Thanksgiving program.
The word “sculptress” tells you two things — the artwork is a sculpture and a woman created it. The feminine ending is outdated now, but it was hard-won. A male sculptor told Louise Nevelson, one of the prominent artists of the 20th century, early in her career that she couldn’t be a sculptor. Nevelson said he told her, “‘Don’t you know, Nevelson, you’ve got to have balls to be a sculptor.’ And I replied, ‘Oh, well, I’ve got balls.’ And (the man) shut up.”
La Belle époque or A Week Without YouBY JESSICA ELLIOTT The old man who lives upstairs goes wandering down the street every Saturday at noon. He finds me crouched between bushes, smoking a cigarette. He’s surprised to find me there. I tell him that I’m hiding, and he thinks it’s a joke.
The color of curiosity: The Speed Museum creates a landscape to lure audiences through the art of David Macaulay
David Macaulay is a noted artist and author of several books on architecture and design. You may have heard his name as the guy who writes about “how things work,” or maybe because he received a MacArthur Fellowship — better known as a “genius grant.” This week, the Speed Museum opened an exhibition of his work. As detailed in this week’s cover story, preparing the space, with several features meant to engage the viewer, was no small feat for Speed staff and volunteers. Kudos. —Cary Stemle
Government accountability is about as low as the temperature around here right now: In light of a jury decision that MSD and its executive director violated state law by laying off an employee and a contractor who reported what they believed to be ethical and legal transgressions within the agency to the Kentucky Attorney General, the Mayor — who appointed both MSD’s Board of Directors and its chief — won’t do anything at all.
Internationally known folk artist Marvin Finn recently died in Louisville after a long illness. The Kentucky Museum of Art and Craft carries his work, similar to his “Flock of Finns” sculptures that move around the city. LEO sends our condolences to his family.
TRADITIONAL PHOTOGRAPHYFIRST PLACE “Apple, Boots” by Bill Brymerâ€œApple, Bootsâ€ by Bill Brymer: TRADITIONAL PHOTOGRAPHY â€” FIRST PLACE
Big CircleBY GRAY SMITHAlbert jerked his sweat-soaked head up from his pillow. Today was the day. A lifetime of dreaming and fervent preparation for one single hour — the window between experiments that would leave him alone with the world’s most powerful scanning electron microscope. Albert’s life had been an obsession with the microscopic cosmos. He’d penetrated atoms, protons, neutrons, electrons — all elephantine compared to today’s quarry —