There is nothing...

...quite like falling in love in Brooklyn...

Only in a city this large.

You would think that NY being so big the chances of running into your ex boyfriends would be small but alas this not true. You can't even turn a corner without running dead smack into the stalker or the guy who wore you underwear....

Canal Street Panhandling

While sitting on three brand new cans of Home Depot paint on Canal and Broadway, I became aware of a man sitting a few feet from me. He was setting up his electric guitar, muttering and humming to himself. He sat down on a old milk crate, looked around and began to play. When anyone showed any sign of paying attention to him, he would stop playing and say "Hey help me out with a dollar or two." If they declined, he would yell obscenities at them. Whether the passerby said "Eff you" or "Sorry man, I got nothing" the guitar player would insult them and and I kept thinking, he is never gonna make any money that way.

I SHALL STRIKE YOU DOWN WITH MY THUNDER!!!

I am afraid of lighting and thunder. Yes I know it is irrational for a person my age to still be afraid of lightning and thunder, I don't need to hear it from you. Humph. Any ways, last night in NY there was a thunder storm and I was awake for most of it despite the fact that it had to be well after 1am, and I kept thinking that the sky would open up and a giant hand would come down and WHAM! Smash all of NY into a apple cinnamon pancake.

a fairy fairy tale

Once upon a time, long, long ago, far far away, in New York city, there was a man. A very ugly man. A man that was sooo ugly, mirrors shattered, babies screamed, and women fainted at the sight of him. But inside, he was beautiful, he had beautiful thoughts of peace and love, and lovely pink and healthy organs, and clean bright white bones. Now this ugly man had to go around with a bag over his head, because of all the hubbub he caused in public. He was out on a beautiful summer day, paroosing his local farmers market. He looking at some rather beautiful organic peaches, when he looked up suddenly, into the eyes of another paper bag. Now this bag was attached to the body of a woman. The ugly man stared and stared and stammered, and the other paper bag just smiled. She reached up and took the bag of his face, and then took the one of hers. And OH! Low and behold they where beautiful, both of them, and the ugly man realized that it wasn't he who was ugly, it was the world around him, projecting their ugliness on him. And he and the girl lived happily ever after.

Why?

Today on my way home I saw what looked to be a windshield wide flat screen t.v. playing rap videos out of the back windshield, where no one could possible be watching, except the people out side.

Solidarity on the subway.

The other day on the subway, a man was either very high or very tired and he was sitting alone on one of the two peoson seats on the number 4 train to Brooklyn, nodding off, his head dangling between his knees. I kept think he is gonna fall out ofhis chair any second, and sure enough the train stopped short and he fell out of the chair rolled over, sat up, and ran off the train, stumbled and fell face first on the platform, and the subway doors closed. I look at the person sitting across from me, and the entire car starts laughing. It was a moment of solidarity as we all laughed at something that really wasn't and shouldn't be funny.

REALLY. BAD. ART. PERIOD.

Or how would you like:
WORST. SHOW. EVER.
I went to the New Museum, I had to go. I didn't want to, my Art History grade dependent on it. So I went. And I dragged Andre (pseudo hubby aka bf of 10 months) along with me. I thought it would be educational. NOT!!! He was so disappointed he wanted my money back for me. I had seriously delusional and unrealistically high expectations for their show Unmonumental. (I know. I know. I was setting my self up from the start. Fine. Sue me then.) The reviews for the show where mixed, everyone at Cooper said it was terrible, but most of them are weird and I almost never agree with them anyway. Besides anything that can be likened to Whole Foods destroying the soul of the Bowery has to be cool right? No. NOT AT ALL. Unmonumental is supposed to re-contextualize the idea of the "museum" and the objects you place in it. The show is supposed be in 3 parts, each part being added to form a sort of collage of craptacular art (for an unbiased description, click here). It was a bad show period. It was so bad I cant even go into details because I barely remember any of it except the horrible taste it left in my mouth. Blah.