"Christina's World", or: Greg is going to Hell for this post

The painter Andrew Wyeth croaked the other day. I was listening to NPR and they were going through his bio, and they started talking about the painting Christina's World (example above).

Until hearing Wyeth's bio on the radio the other day, I love/hated Christina's World, because I assumed the girl in the painting was just wistful ol' Christina, a romantic and sensitive farm girl dreaming her dreamy little dreams, longing for something more than that old farm house. Ahhh, Christinas's World. We're all a little Christina, yeah?

Well, turns out we aren't. Because I found out from that NPR piece that our Christina is parapalegic who had to drag herself across the farm everyday.

And that's fucked up. That's a crazy fucked up painting. Thank you Andrew Wyeth, you sick bastard.

The title ruin everything! Here's some alternate titles (this the part that sends me to Hell):

Coyotes Have Long Memories

Too Many Bran Muffins

Are You Done Yet, Mr. Wyeth?

Pissed Off at God

Why'd I Put the House So Damn Far From The Road?

My idea that I posted to President Elect Obama's "There are no bad ideas" site

I dunno. It's kind of a good idea. I think.

A Federal science academy -- a "West Point" for the sciences

I think we should start a research and education institution that would attract the best and brightest science-focused young people. Each state would refer their best qualified and interested students to receive a fully funded science education with a feeder program into higher degree institutions. As well a vigorous academic program in fields that serve our national interests, Students could serve over the summer in one of the national labs or in Federally funded programs at private or state institutions.