Gala has once again proven how hip I am with a cool new underground discovery. But readers, you must promise not to tell the masses, so that it does not become mainstream… or maybe you should tell everyone, so this extremely entertaining new form of heckling can take off and entertain us all! It is called movie heckling, and it comes to us from MuVChat, a company that allows audiences to text all sorts of messages to a particular number, and have it displayed on the movie screen for all to see… as if today’s youth needed another platform to express their opinions. Similar to a Twitter feed, your comments are posted in a live feed right underneath the movie itself.
If you are interested in joining this elite group of movie hecklers, The Dali Museum will be holding a movie screening of “Twister” with this technology at their Surreal Summer Nights event. The first movie ,“The Batman” was a hit, with a perfect combination of ridiculousness from the movie itself and hilarity from the audience. One cannot forget the fact that this was the version featuring George Clooney in a skin tight bat suit. Members get free admission and a drink ticket to use at the cash bar (more details at TheDali.org); and if you do join in on the fun, make sure to bring your most humorous wit along with you.
Although I do not personally dab too much in technology these days (smartphones are getting harder and harder to understand), I have recently heard rumors floating around the Dali that a certain website will be undergoing certain updates that may or may not relate to those who spend all their time with their nose in their cell phones. Now, I cannot say for sure, for Gala has been sworn to secrecy, but I have an inkling that this new website will be of utmost importance in relation to browsing on-the-go. Out of all of the gibberish I have heard, online shopping was what stood out most clearly to me… and something about it being simple and the fact that I can access it anywhere didn’t bother me one bit.
Apparently there will also be some sort of entertainment on the website as well, for the children perhaps? I do see nowadays plenty of parents soothing their kids with tablets… or maybe it will be a special application for adults instead, having seen how well adults can also be distracted with the release of the “Dali Goodpak Hipstamatic” application last year. Of course, none of this is set in stone, and most importantly you definitely didn’t hear it from me. Now if only I could figure out how to check my WordPress blog through this new phone…
No wind blows and the May sky is without a single cloud.
In a house on Calle de Monturiol a new-born babe is being watched closely and with infinite love by his parents, provoking a slight and unaccustomed domestic disorder.”
Of course, only my Dali would write about his own birth in such a majestic way. Sunday, the 13th, marked 108 years since that glorious day, when at forty-five minutes after eight o’clock baby Salvador came into this world. It is the second most important day of the year, after my birthday of course, and what a grand party we had! Dali’s Annual Birthday Bash was held on May 11th this year, with everything from look-alike contests, tarot readings, mustache painting, and prizes galore. The cake pops and singing took place at my favorite venue, The Dali Museum, where Gentlemen Please played a wonderful set and the party lasted from 10 am until evening- the perfect start to summer!
For those of you who didn’t get the chance to go, you can see the highlights of the evening on the Dali Flickr page. And for those of you who went, I hope you got a mustache or at least some photobooth pictures holding one. And do tell me, what was your favorite part of the celebration?
In light of The Dali Museum’s upcoming Dali + Science topic, Dali + Comedy, I wanted my dear readers to know, Dali was not as funny as he thought he was. At least from my point of view. Imagine simply wanting to go out to a nice dinner with your world-renowned artist of a husband, only to have him make a mockery of your date by showing up in a limousine filled with whatever vegetable with which he had recently become obsessed! Don’t get me wrong, we had almost the same sense of humor, both enjoying classics such as the Marx Brothers, but to me, there was a line and Dali always found a way to cross it. Of course, I was his center of attention, but it would have been nice to send the paparazzi into frenzy due to my fabulous evening gown for once instead of the stale loaf of bread on Salvador’s head. I can’t say I didn’t know what I was getting myself into with him though, for he was always a ridiculous man. I’m sure you’ve all seen the self-portraits from his youth, robed and wearing his mother’s makeup, or heard the stories of him parading around his home in the costume of a little king. His sense of humor never quite matured. Maybe it is time for me to also embrace my childlike tendencies of playing dress up. Tell me readers, what should Gala do in order to steal the scene next time we are out?
As I wait for Summer to arrive in Pubol, I cannot help but marvel at all of the new life sprouting up around me. Springtime completely transforms the foliage into a lush, green landscape. As I write from my favorite contemplating window at my castle, I cannot contain the fascination I have with Mother Nature’s beauty, and just in time for me to praise her for Earth Day. Luckily, my garden remains untouched by any sort of environmental damage that is harming the globe; and I intend to keep it that way by nurturing and caring for it as often as possible. If only the rest of the world would follow in my footsteps and make an honest attempt to conserve the wonderful life that surrounds us…
There exist an infinite number of ways for us to attempt to make a change in the way we live and yet leave no harmful impact on this fantastic gift Mother Nature has given us. Even Dali has always appreciated her beauty, and if you look closely, his paintings reflect exactly that. His optimism for the future was based strongly on faith in scientific and technological progress, as is mine.
Now, to help get his message across, the Dali Museum and the City of St. Petersburg will be holding an Earth Day celebration for the official activation of electric car charging stations located throughout the city and at the museum itself. The museum will also be unveiling the oh-so-adorable “Dali” Wheego electric car, one of the most adorable homages to Dali ever seen. I certainly encourage all everyone to go, but while you’re there, please be sure to ask when the “Gala” Wheelgo will be available for me purchase. Also, make sure to bring along your own alternatively powered vehicle.
My dear friends, as you know, my Salvador was absolutely fascinated by all things scientific. His obsessions with spirals, the golden section, biology, chemistry, and optical illusions are seen in many of his works. He insisted on meeting and corresponding with the foremost scientists of our day and of course shared his opinion on their work. He even once said, “Thinkers and literati can’t give me anything. Scientists give me everything, even the immortality of the soul.”
It is quite fitting, then, that The Dali Museum hosts a series titled “Dali + Science.” These monthly lectures explore a wide range of scientific topics that engaged my Dali throughout his lifetime, such as paranoia, masturbation, and math. Presented by docent darling Peter Tush, Dali Museum Education Curator, these lectures are a delight! Pure irreverence and quite easy to digest, I assure you. Alas, my social calendar is booked through the spring, but I do insist you make yourself available. Tell them Gala sent you, my darlings. That’s all you ever need say.
Picking up where I left off, I hereby present further thoughts on the few things in this world that inspire me toward gratitude:
I am thankful for my dear William Rothlein, and for all of those luscious, supple fishermen who smell of brine and say little.
I am thankful for my delightful Chanel bow that adorns me like a crown.
I am thankful for my cute pet rabbits that taste so delicious.
I am thankful for my ability to strike terror into the hearts of obsequious restaurant owners.
I am thankful that I am not like those wretched society women who have no true appreciation for my dear Dalí’s greatness.
I am thankful for all who appreciate the finer things, and for my precious jewels that make others stop and stare.
I am thankful for my darling cooks and servant women who take care of my house and dote on my every whim – they are my sisters.
And finally, I am thankful to not be writing tomorrow, as the United States celebrates its annual Thanksgiving feasting ritual (one of only two days out of the year when the Dalí Museum closes its doors).
Until then, feast well, adoring public. Bon appetit.