[regarding the stupid fucking 'art exhibit' set up in NYC over the weekend]
John Stewart: Steven, I can't help but wonder, what does all of this mean?
Steven Colbert: The Gates is a triumph of contemporary installation art. Each gate redifining its section of the park as not a public place for private reflection, but a private place for public reflection. Juxtaposed against the bareness of midwinter, it causes a chromatic orgy, a riot of color achieves a redefamiliarization of place-time, the what-ness of our where-ness; no longer framed...I'm sorry, I've run out of crap.
John Stewart: IS this great art?
Steven Colbert: Yes, John. Because like all great art, it challenges what we know about hte world. For instance, I used to think that $21 million could be used to achieve something noble, like to build a hospital wing. But The Gates, has recontextualized my perception of what $21 million could be used for. In this case, redecorating a bike path.
John Stewart: Do you think shrouding these walkways in orange curtains will somehow change our lives in New York?
Steven Colbert: Oh it's happening already John, just today, I saw an installation artist take a sandwich, and, and wrap it with a paper like substance...almost waxy in texture. He kept wrapping it and wrapping it, and...obviously I'm not doing it justice here, but he kept wrapping it until he had visually achieved, "not sandwich." Yeah, and this is the genius part, John, at the last minute, he cut it in half, in a final act of "resandwichment."
John Stewart: S..so...so, you had lunch at a Deli.
Steven Colbert: Okay, okay...fine, I was at, "A Deli." Ordering, lunch. If that's how you "need" to think of it. "John."
