So meta. Is La Rondalla gonna hurry up and open soon? I was supposed to have my wedding there.
Previously:
- La Rondalla is seriously almost ready to open this time, seriously, any day now
- La Rondalla may be hitting on you
- More baffling signage at La Rondalla
- La Rondalla is open for business! (Almost.)
- La Rondalla returning ‘by June at the latest’
- La Rondalla not coming soon (but still coming)
- La Rondalla is finally going to reopen!
- Which Restaurant Best Captures the Mission?
How is this meta?
what? is the google broken on your computer?
Explain how this is “meta.” You can use Google or not, your choice.
The page source contains a meta tag. Maybe that’s what he meant?
it’s a picture of a man painting a picture of himself painting a picture.
You can see that in the picture above? I see a man painting a picture of the building from the perspective he’s painting from with the section he could be painted in obscured by the painter. Are you the painter?
I can’t tell if Whataperv’s trolling is the best ever or worst ever.
It would be meta if he was painting himself painting the building.
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Is that the painter currently showing at the Dew Drop Inn (Church and 17th)?
i am not the painter & i cannot see the painter in his painting. i’m giving soccerkarate the benefit of the doubt that he knows what he’s talking about & imagining that the artist is obscuring his own image within his work.
we all clear now?
It’s meta whether or not he is painting himself. Art is meta-life. It’s mimesis, it’s representation, it’s a simulacrum. Jesus Christ, didn’t anybody go to fucking college?
Yea, Jesus Christ! What is happening to our youth?
If you went to college, you’d know that “meta” is a prefix, not a word.
and in the painting la rondalla is open for business.
A few points about art and life:
First of all, calling anything meta-life is pedantic. Meta-life would technically be a self-referential life, which a person’s life is. All persons are live in reference to the act and meaning of living in some way or another.
Mimesis and meta-art aren’t the same thing. Mimesis, as you suggest, is basically all art. However, there’s nothing “meta” or “meta-art” about a representation. Magritte’s “The Treachery of Images” is meta-art. Renoir’s “Lilies” is not. If you’d like me to explain why, I can. Or, someone can “google it.”
The term meta-art should be confined to art about the creation or reception of art or else the term has no meaning. While one could make an argument about how all art is about the creation or reception of art, it would be pedantic.
It’s the same thing with simulacrums. Simulacrums are not the same as a simple representation or the same as “meta-art.” They have to do with representations of representations and while there are differences of opinion about what a simulacrum is, these opinions do not typically include self-referencing as being identical to or necessary for a simulacrum.
The term “meta” is beginning to be overused in the same way “ironic” is overused. This is why I don’t simply take someone’s word that the painter is in that painting. Also, whether or not the restaurant is open in the painting has no relationship to whether or not it’s “meta,” but it would make it a simulacrum.
hey, whataperv knows how to copy & paste!
Google it.
Yeah, I remember being a freshman in undergrad and thinking my totally banal arguments were over everyone’s head rather than just hackneyed/inappropriate. Yes, we all know what “meta” means (and even what “simulacrum” means, although you’re not exactly using it correctly!). This is all just making me grateful I grew out of that stage many years ago, here’s hoping you do too, whataperv!
TL;DR: Man, KIDS.
That was too long and not funny at all. You lose.
What if we renamed the blog Meta Meta?
Oh wait, has this gone on long enough that it has now become meta again?
If I misuse meta enough ways in this response will your head eat itself?
What an ironic comment.
i dinned and ditched from there when i was 17 (1987) they didn’t chase me but waited for me outside the Chatterbox (what’s it called now?) the man only asked that i didn’t come back until i could not only pay my bill but pre-pay before I ate there again.
Stuck in the Mission cause my rent is soooooooo cheap!!! (Knock on wood)