The following is a Weenus primer for those who skipped/missed recent Weenus video installation at Civilian Art Projects:

What is Weenus?

The Weenus system is a four-part taxonomy for ordering everything. It can be depicted as a circle with four quadrants. Akin to the old system of humors, each quadrant has exclusive qualities.

Krispis: The centering effect of an ice-berg lettuce helmet.
Negative Krispis: The ethnic homogeneity of Norway.
Buntas : Lovably dorky. Gary Carter with irrepressible curly mop pressed under batting helmet, bunting.
Creemus: Negatively, the Crisco massage of unearned sentiment in Patch Adams. Positively, the warm togetherness of eggnog with family at Christmas.
Bronson: A Miners’ Union pancake breakfast, all buckwheat flapjacks, laconic greetings.
Negative Bronson: Keeping your feelings under wraps to an unhealthy degree. The parable of the Spartan boy with a wolf under his tunic who wouldn’t express that he was getting chewed up for fear of seeming weak.

Why is the Weenus system necessary ?

For art, being cognizant of the quadrants reminds a person of their creative biases, enabling indulgence to make narrow and concentrated works. To create neutral works, they can correct an imbalance (known as a Weenus dyscrasia), by immersion in things associated with the quadrant opposite to their native tendencies. For someone who is too Bronson, bubble-letter penmanship drills may be prescribed
Weenus also helps with a major FILO imperative: healing the gap between funny(hot) and beautiful(cold) expression. FILO believes that Sly and the Family Stone and Graham Greene do not represent antagonistic aesthetic values.
Combining hot and cold brings art closer to real life than monotone examples such as The Hours, that clumsily ape Greene tone and buttress it with blustery Philip Glass.
Busy sad scores are typical of a brow-lift offensive, trying to push weak narrow works from middle to highbrow. A Weenus novice might conclude, (with the music working it’s pounding mood-magic), that The Hours was a “Serious” movie because it sounded such and there weren’t any jokes in it.-
For someone with a Weenus-trained ear, however, the constant elegiac climaxing would have a flatline, numbing effect. When the Glass-gusts settled they would see an empty, expensive Oprah windsock.
A movie needing so many aural reminders of its intentions is not serious real life. An analog for life has mess and heat and laughter.