aqua girl
the morning news makes nice little stories mon-fri. this monday they had a team track characters from the editor's neighborhood (danny gregory did the drarings). the first character is features tips me off that we live in the same hood. i call her 'aqua girl', but the story convinces me that everyone's got a different name for her. she's obviously made this little white and aqua blue get-up herself, it is detailed with fun stitchery. it is all she wears.
well, how do we know this for sure since we'd probably not notice her sans suit. she sort of proves the point that if you want notoriety, it is fairly easy to get. just wear the same thing all the time (or some such gimmick) et voila. where you are at, i'm not exactly sure. maybe you just need the craddle of recognition to help nurture your own sense of identity in this high metabolism city. coming from....well anywhere else in the US, new york can be daunting when you realize no one was waiting for you to come and no one is here to make it easier on you. likewise, no one is going out of their way to make it especially more difficult on you. it'll grow you up right quick with a strong survival sense or you'll reach for the eject button (because let's face it, no one is going to take the time to kick you out either).
i'd bet this article was already found by people who know her and passed on. i bet this made her very happy.
ok back to my sick bed for more swirling visions. i resent my cold for being so typical (millions suffer at the change of seasons on my block alone).
3.31.2004
3.30.2004
billboard
More confluence of curiosity making me believe in all sorts of things one really ought to believe to be truly lighthearted and happy in this world. Yesterday emdot put out a web beacon for me to find on her blog, she knew I'd have to find this art hotel in Berlin (where each room is different) but her email was down.
Today's excited response was bounced back, so I assume they are still culling her outbox for traces of treachery.
While I'm not about to make a habit out of it, I rather like the idea of putting up a billboardesque communiqué. More like the Batman light, less like reading a scoreboard marriage proposal at Madison Square Garden.
alors, the response.
whereas i normally would have found your post first and very very pronto...i actually happened to skip off my normal route yesterday morn and went to boing boing meself. clearly it was calling me. i almost never check there. don't know why, i do love.
so i posted it immediately to my other weblife -a wiki...the mirrored room esp for ezpei - whose long longed for mirrored dodecahedron meditation space will one day come (and is almost there waiting for him in berlin- too much other stuff in room). yes! i thought of you too (but knew you checked there).. funny how they mentioned slo...and berlin! the rates are pretty good too, eh? next time i'm there, i'm totally booked in the orange room, or no, the upside down room, or er.... can you switch where you sleep each night? perhaps the whole vacation would be spent living fables and fantasies and inviting strangers in for tea and sausage and rope climbing. i wonder what your dreams would be like..
hmm.
the spiegel zimmer
More confluence of curiosity making me believe in all sorts of things one really ought to believe to be truly lighthearted and happy in this world. Yesterday emdot put out a web beacon for me to find on her blog, she knew I'd have to find this art hotel in Berlin (where each room is different) but her email was down.
Today's excited response was bounced back, so I assume they are still culling her outbox for traces of treachery.
While I'm not about to make a habit out of it, I rather like the idea of putting up a billboardesque communiqué. More like the Batman light, less like reading a scoreboard marriage proposal at Madison Square Garden.
alors, the response.
whereas i normally would have found your post first and very very pronto...i actually happened to skip off my normal route yesterday morn and went to boing boing meself. clearly it was calling me. i almost never check there. don't know why, i do love.
so i posted it immediately to my other weblife -a wiki...the mirrored room esp for ezpei - whose long longed for mirrored dodecahedron meditation space will one day come (and is almost there waiting for him in berlin- too much other stuff in room). yes! i thought of you too (but knew you checked there).. funny how they mentioned slo...and berlin! the rates are pretty good too, eh? next time i'm there, i'm totally booked in the orange room, or no, the upside down room, or er.... can you switch where you sleep each night? perhaps the whole vacation would be spent living fables and fantasies and inviting strangers in for tea and sausage and rope climbing. i wonder what your dreams would be like..
hmm.
the spiegel zimmer
3.29.2004
jarbled
Cranes are saturating my mental landscape these days. Emdot passes on word that they are featured in National Geography (april issue not on stands here yet- drats!). Later that day, I find myself in the belly of CBS studios checking out their vacuum forming machine (drool)...what is the lone project on the woodshop table? I cannot express to the machinists how badly I want to take a pictie of their giant hobbled crane (his wooden legs were broken, glue surgery with duct tape splints ensued), without loosing some hard earned cred. Perhaps I have a short girl's complex ( think I would have taken it if I were 5'11") ? Maybe I wouldn't worry about being perceived as silly if I didn't wear more than three piggy tails?
Sherry likewise has a new reoccuring obsession: Clementine of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Must admit that Ezzie and I were laughing more than our fair share while watching our loftmate being reinacted on the big screen (note that Clementine has a mug with a picture of herself). Topics around the loft as of late stitch in and out of reality without any clear distinguishment (if it's not a word already, it is now) of which side is which or where the boundary even lies if it indeed exists...Did someone who knows Gondry or Kaufman once rub shoulders with our own Sherry Wong? Are there more of her out there? What does Clementine's relationship with Joel tell us about the time Sherry tried to seduce our other more sheltered housemate? Where does one get a personalized mug these days?
Here we see Sherry flipping that coin again, complete with orange sweatshirt + blue hair
Weekend spent the dime of time on housecalls to friends. Having a car meant a painless trip up to the Upper West Side (maybe two miles as the crow flies, but underground you've got 2 trains + 11 million people between here and there) to visit the Champ + his/my lady friend- SlimJen (ok, I sort of take her over when we four hang out, she's good times and I should send the Champ a thank you card for picking out a new friend for me). The Woodsman was in town for some archery competition so we crossed the Park to take the Chocolate Martini challenge.
And a petite video filmed through the sunroof whilst rolling through Manhattan. One day I'd like to know how to stitch them together and maybe even find out how to make a tidy little window for a theater on the screen. Oo la la! Enjoy the link while it lasts...oh and send any know how on the topic to yours truly. thanks.
The Brasserie at the Base of Mies's Seagrams Building (and next door to Jackie O's favorite: the Four Seasons)...designed by Diller + Scofidio -who get to install robots on conveyor belts in the Whitney Museum and call it architecture.
The Reverend Moon called in with a suggestion to take some picties of the surveillance projection after a traunce through the restaurant's catwalk. SlimJen + Bean take two rounds through the doors to ensure the timelapse capture.
Brunching it up at local favorite, Oznot's Dish, reminds us that we need to make good on thoughts for our own Sunday Jazz Brunch at the Loft.
We've got the drums... add trumpet, bass, and bloody marys.
Cranes are saturating my mental landscape these days. Emdot passes on word that they are featured in National Geography (april issue not on stands here yet- drats!). Later that day, I find myself in the belly of CBS studios checking out their vacuum forming machine (drool)...what is the lone project on the woodshop table? I cannot express to the machinists how badly I want to take a pictie of their giant hobbled crane (his wooden legs were broken, glue surgery with duct tape splints ensued), without loosing some hard earned cred. Perhaps I have a short girl's complex ( think I would have taken it if I were 5'11") ? Maybe I wouldn't worry about being perceived as silly if I didn't wear more than three piggy tails?
Sherry likewise has a new reoccuring obsession: Clementine of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Must admit that Ezzie and I were laughing more than our fair share while watching our loftmate being reinacted on the big screen (note that Clementine has a mug with a picture of herself). Topics around the loft as of late stitch in and out of reality without any clear distinguishment (if it's not a word already, it is now) of which side is which or where the boundary even lies if it indeed exists...Did someone who knows Gondry or Kaufman once rub shoulders with our own Sherry Wong? Are there more of her out there? What does Clementine's relationship with Joel tell us about the time Sherry tried to seduce our other more sheltered housemate? Where does one get a personalized mug these days?
Here we see Sherry flipping that coin again, complete with orange sweatshirt + blue hair
Weekend spent the dime of time on housecalls to friends. Having a car meant a painless trip up to the Upper West Side (maybe two miles as the crow flies, but underground you've got 2 trains + 11 million people between here and there) to visit the Champ + his/my lady friend- SlimJen (ok, I sort of take her over when we four hang out, she's good times and I should send the Champ a thank you card for picking out a new friend for me). The Woodsman was in town for some archery competition so we crossed the Park to take the Chocolate Martini challenge.
And a petite video filmed through the sunroof whilst rolling through Manhattan. One day I'd like to know how to stitch them together and maybe even find out how to make a tidy little window for a theater on the screen. Oo la la! Enjoy the link while it lasts...oh and send any know how on the topic to yours truly. thanks.
The Brasserie at the Base of Mies's Seagrams Building (and next door to Jackie O's favorite: the Four Seasons)...designed by Diller + Scofidio -who get to install robots on conveyor belts in the Whitney Museum and call it architecture.
The Reverend Moon called in with a suggestion to take some picties of the surveillance projection after a traunce through the restaurant's catwalk. SlimJen + Bean take two rounds through the doors to ensure the timelapse capture.
Brunching it up at local favorite, Oznot's Dish, reminds us that we need to make good on thoughts for our own Sunday Jazz Brunch at the Loft.
We've got the drums... add trumpet, bass, and bloody marys.
3.24.2004
chorus line flocking
Newest tape drawing is crane centric. Heard word in this one room at the Scope Art Festival- hosted in a meat-packing district hotel (so many personal coincidences found in this room I can't really be certain it actually existed outside of me despite Sherry's amazed corroboration- as if Sherry isn't actually just my imaginary rainbow playmate herself), that one artist (must find him) claimed origami cranes could save the world.
[For the record, the room had a girl mapping the visitors on layers of plexi in front of the window, a pile of lychee candy (Sherry the subconscious color said, no bean, but nice lady said why yes), mobius kanji corregated cardboard piece on the bed (shared my wedding ring with that artist), a girl who lives in our building, a guy who might swap art with sherry, and a pile of golden cranes in the bathroom.]
New methodologies at work here- namely a return away from tape and back to collage, lines, paint. pin-pricks, etc...(nice to be back in the girth of media orgy) and a reverse micro economy. This being a commissioned piece (er, ok, the directive was 'bridge' which loosened up to bridge of birds because loosening was just what my scene needed), I'll be putting the money earned toward imminent Sweet 101 fabrications. Will this company one day be financed on art? Dubious but funny like Sherry's art backed iMac (can we just call all apple things iMacs?). Or the time we sold the tv for drugs.
Straight Dope answers question of how birds in flight can respond so quickly and who decides where they go.
Newest tape drawing is crane centric. Heard word in this one room at the Scope Art Festival- hosted in a meat-packing district hotel (so many personal coincidences found in this room I can't really be certain it actually existed outside of me despite Sherry's amazed corroboration- as if Sherry isn't actually just my imaginary rainbow playmate herself), that one artist (must find him) claimed origami cranes could save the world.
[For the record, the room had a girl mapping the visitors on layers of plexi in front of the window, a pile of lychee candy (Sherry the subconscious color said, no bean, but nice lady said why yes), mobius kanji corregated cardboard piece on the bed (shared my wedding ring with that artist), a girl who lives in our building, a guy who might swap art with sherry, and a pile of golden cranes in the bathroom.]
New methodologies at work here- namely a return away from tape and back to collage, lines, paint. pin-pricks, etc...(nice to be back in the girth of media orgy) and a reverse micro economy. This being a commissioned piece (er, ok, the directive was 'bridge' which loosened up to bridge of birds because loosening was just what my scene needed), I'll be putting the money earned toward imminent Sweet 101 fabrications. Will this company one day be financed on art? Dubious but funny like Sherry's art backed iMac (can we just call all apple things iMacs?). Or the time we sold the tv for drugs.
Straight Dope answers question of how birds in flight can respond so quickly and who decides where they go.
3.23.2004
expensive nothingness
If there exists such a thing as a 'typical' kind of James Turrell, this image above is maybe it. Pretty uncomfortable with that generalization since the man works scales that range from telephone booth size to actual craters...but in the middle are rooms tuned to different frequencies of light. The red square in the middle, when you are in the space, pops out of the wall like a glowing television screen. Perhaps it changes color ever so subtley. His work relies on your perception, often a piece only comes to life once your eyes are fully adjusted to the limited light sources.
In actuality, what looks like it is rounding out of the wall is actually a recession into another space beyond. Under the closest inspection, you will not discern any corners or light sources. Occasionally the light tunes to a frequency that makes the light waves hit a standing pattern in the space making visitors then wonder where the scentless 'fog' is coming from.
The magic is in the the relationship between the two spaces and like all magic, relies on the audience giving in to the face value of the illusion rather than strip searching the magician trying to see exactly what is up his sleeve.
A Chelsea gallery recently hosted two Turrell installations. We made the mistake of visiting on the last hour of the last day, after it had obviously been recommended by Time Out/Village Voice pick of the week. The wait was long, the crowd ornry and demanding, the guards gave up on curating proper etiquette.
We waited patiently for some time while everyone crammed up against the opening trying to 'figure it out'. The net effect of this being that no one could actually see the work (you have to stand back from the wall to see it). Once it thinned a bit, we convinced everyone left to take two paces back to the line on the floor to actually see the work as intended.
"OH!" was a satisfying moment.
It lasted for a spell until new folks came in. Including some arrogant, I'd guess Austrian, woman. Now we are crowded in this dimly lit space, our pupils wide and absorbing this ethereal light. She pulls out a disposable camera and snaps a huge, blinding flash picture. What she thought she'd capture escapes me. Ezpei points this out in one of those moments that make him my hero and offends others who don't like their offensive bullshit called out for what it is.
ezpei: "That not only doesn't work, but it blinds the rest of us"
a.a. (arrogant austrian): "It is an experience. I'm experiencing the art"
ezpei: "Getting kicked in the balls is an 'experience' too."
The weekend NYTimes covered Turrell's latest skybox in LA. I'm sure I'm not the only one waiting for this to one day become public...or get invited for a drink by the cat who has this jewel on his property.
If there exists such a thing as a 'typical' kind of James Turrell, this image above is maybe it. Pretty uncomfortable with that generalization since the man works scales that range from telephone booth size to actual craters...but in the middle are rooms tuned to different frequencies of light. The red square in the middle, when you are in the space, pops out of the wall like a glowing television screen. Perhaps it changes color ever so subtley. His work relies on your perception, often a piece only comes to life once your eyes are fully adjusted to the limited light sources.
In actuality, what looks like it is rounding out of the wall is actually a recession into another space beyond. Under the closest inspection, you will not discern any corners or light sources. Occasionally the light tunes to a frequency that makes the light waves hit a standing pattern in the space making visitors then wonder where the scentless 'fog' is coming from.
The magic is in the the relationship between the two spaces and like all magic, relies on the audience giving in to the face value of the illusion rather than strip searching the magician trying to see exactly what is up his sleeve.
A Chelsea gallery recently hosted two Turrell installations. We made the mistake of visiting on the last hour of the last day, after it had obviously been recommended by Time Out/Village Voice pick of the week. The wait was long, the crowd ornry and demanding, the guards gave up on curating proper etiquette.
We waited patiently for some time while everyone crammed up against the opening trying to 'figure it out'. The net effect of this being that no one could actually see the work (you have to stand back from the wall to see it). Once it thinned a bit, we convinced everyone left to take two paces back to the line on the floor to actually see the work as intended.
"OH!" was a satisfying moment.
It lasted for a spell until new folks came in. Including some arrogant, I'd guess Austrian, woman. Now we are crowded in this dimly lit space, our pupils wide and absorbing this ethereal light. She pulls out a disposable camera and snaps a huge, blinding flash picture. What she thought she'd capture escapes me. Ezpei points this out in one of those moments that make him my hero and offends others who don't like their offensive bullshit called out for what it is.
ezpei: "That not only doesn't work, but it blinds the rest of us"
a.a. (arrogant austrian): "It is an experience. I'm experiencing the art"
ezpei: "Getting kicked in the balls is an 'experience' too."
The weekend NYTimes covered Turrell's latest skybox in LA. I'm sure I'm not the only one waiting for this to one day become public...or get invited for a drink by the cat who has this jewel on his property.
3.22.2004
catching up with pictures
Feeling today a little obligation to the blog- whenever I am most busy it seems the bloggy blog sits patiently and yet somehow as news turns to olds a bit of a quandry presents itself.... this spot is mostly a diary and moving forward without addressing the passings nows feels like a lie and a cheat to myself looking back and thinking perhaps I didn't really have all that much fun. Er, ok, I can have fun with a can of beans, but you see what I mean...also I don't think I can be productive without this little ritual I've got going. Blah blah blah.
While scoping out the future site of much tessellated plastic I decided to join the throngs of photographers already doing the same and snap a quickie of my super cute amigas in stripes.
Afternoon reconnaissance mission to the comforts of the corner seat in the Verb Cafe equipped with Miss Whitney Moon's portable slide projector and pieces of Omar Barcena + Lizbeth Gonzales's Paris and Parisianesque Installation at the Cal Poly Architecture Building. Mon coeur, je manques Paris- but I know I cannot visit and be an outsider. These two magic makers came back to the loft with hibiscus flowers and four varieties of dried peppers to fatten us up with some proper Mexican food this California girl had never even heard of... our kitchen still smells so savory. We can't wait for them to move here.
Another chap with another loft in Williamsburg was already genius enough to open it up (staging monthly installations wherein 24 people sit on low cushions in a square formation surrounded by huge video screen walls .... synched to improv music ..... satiated by impressive culinary delights)....but this time he put himself on the line with special brownies and I'm gonna have to write him a thank you note for all the pretense free beautiful conversation it opened up... Omar + Lizbeth added that I'm going to have to see Midnight Cowboy for full effect...oh, this pict is me thinking looking serious with glasses and Christina blowing my cover eating my sweater with words from the screen behind lofting by.
They deliver. They really do. But that's a rather expensive option (your obviously paying for the packaging and marketing materials).
Feeling today a little obligation to the blog- whenever I am most busy it seems the bloggy blog sits patiently and yet somehow as news turns to olds a bit of a quandry presents itself.... this spot is mostly a diary and moving forward without addressing the passings nows feels like a lie and a cheat to myself looking back and thinking perhaps I didn't really have all that much fun. Er, ok, I can have fun with a can of beans, but you see what I mean...also I don't think I can be productive without this little ritual I've got going. Blah blah blah.
While scoping out the future site of much tessellated plastic I decided to join the throngs of photographers already doing the same and snap a quickie of my super cute amigas in stripes.
Afternoon reconnaissance mission to the comforts of the corner seat in the Verb Cafe equipped with Miss Whitney Moon's portable slide projector and pieces of Omar Barcena + Lizbeth Gonzales's Paris and Parisianesque Installation at the Cal Poly Architecture Building. Mon coeur, je manques Paris- but I know I cannot visit and be an outsider. These two magic makers came back to the loft with hibiscus flowers and four varieties of dried peppers to fatten us up with some proper Mexican food this California girl had never even heard of... our kitchen still smells so savory. We can't wait for them to move here.
Another chap with another loft in Williamsburg was already genius enough to open it up (staging monthly installations wherein 24 people sit on low cushions in a square formation surrounded by huge video screen walls .... synched to improv music ..... satiated by impressive culinary delights)....but this time he put himself on the line with special brownies and I'm gonna have to write him a thank you note for all the pretense free beautiful conversation it opened up... Omar + Lizbeth added that I'm going to have to see Midnight Cowboy for full effect...oh, this pict is me thinking looking serious with glasses and Christina blowing my cover eating my sweater with words from the screen behind lofting by.
They deliver. They really do. But that's a rather expensive option (your obviously paying for the packaging and marketing materials).
3.19.2004
making sun
Couldn't quite manage another weekend rendez-vous in London to experience Olafur Eliasson's awesome artificial sun installation at the new Tate. But reading the diary of a Tate Modernista satiates some of my questions about how folks interacted with the space...the answer involves impromptu protests, improv dance, picnics and troups of Santa Clausians. It's a happy read.
Omar + Lizbeth arrived last night chez bean with brewable treats and pictures/slides/videos/stories yet to be shared. They rejected the idea of a tired bean ready for bed at 10 pm (who ever heard of such a thing), a hard sell to architecture students eh? We sort of hogged the baton in giving the download on our world. But now they've got a smattering of info on metal machining, vacuum forming, derivatives, options, equities, prototypes, streetway hierarchy, city grid logic, selling art, and dealing with an elitist cat. I think it started with the "but I mean where do you work bean?" question. They are already out in the snow (with no jackets!)- Lizbeth pulled some several miracles and has them booked at a half dozen architecture studios today. Go go g-O! Good thing they brought that italian coffee so I can keep up proper.
Couldn't quite manage another weekend rendez-vous in London to experience Olafur Eliasson's awesome artificial sun installation at the new Tate. But reading the diary of a Tate Modernista satiates some of my questions about how folks interacted with the space...the answer involves impromptu protests, improv dance, picnics and troups of Santa Clausians. It's a happy read.
Omar + Lizbeth arrived last night chez bean with brewable treats and pictures/slides/videos/stories yet to be shared. They rejected the idea of a tired bean ready for bed at 10 pm (who ever heard of such a thing), a hard sell to architecture students eh? We sort of hogged the baton in giving the download on our world. But now they've got a smattering of info on metal machining, vacuum forming, derivatives, options, equities, prototypes, streetway hierarchy, city grid logic, selling art, and dealing with an elitist cat. I think it started with the "but I mean where do you work bean?" question. They are already out in the snow (with no jackets!)- Lizbeth pulled some several miracles and has them booked at a half dozen architecture studios today. Go go g-O! Good thing they brought that italian coffee so I can keep up proper.
3.18.2004
hong kong inbox
whitney moon relays his morning news from ben (on business in hong kong) and i'm in it!
"On a sidenote, this morning I had a RRaylene moment as I ordered a
breakfast sandwich and across the way there was a chinese take-out named
'Happy Bean' anad the logo had a crazy rice bean lookin like the japanese
stickers that you got... then I realized that Bjork was playing at the place
that I was ordering my sandwhich... and they also sold 'Liquor Pops', 'Pixie
Sticks', and Jello shots. serious business..."
One egg sandwich, a liquor pop and turn the music up UP UP please. Hong Kong is sounding pretty good- should we add it to our list of places to expatriate too?
All right, where's my vacuum mold guy? I know I'm getting front door service here, but if he doesn't come quick the aftermath of last night's girls night out might come stumbling down the stairs in the form of a fuzzy sherry wong and i can't be held accountable.
whitney moon relays his morning news from ben (on business in hong kong) and i'm in it!
"On a sidenote, this morning I had a RRaylene moment as I ordered a
breakfast sandwich and across the way there was a chinese take-out named
'Happy Bean' anad the logo had a crazy rice bean lookin like the japanese
stickers that you got... then I realized that Bjork was playing at the place
that I was ordering my sandwhich... and they also sold 'Liquor Pops', 'Pixie
Sticks', and Jello shots. serious business..."
One egg sandwich, a liquor pop and turn the music up UP UP please. Hong Kong is sounding pretty good- should we add it to our list of places to expatriate too?
All right, where's my vacuum mold guy? I know I'm getting front door service here, but if he doesn't come quick the aftermath of last night's girls night out might come stumbling down the stairs in the form of a fuzzy sherry wong and i can't be held accountable.
3.17.2004
The Pony in the Trash
not to fool with you, my littleapple is actually covered in snow today
WKCR.org is in the midst of a 2 week all Coltrane all the time fest...coming from the pink hello kitty in the corner, I hear Sonny Rollins finally being let of the phone after the eager interviewer's several attempts at baiting a personal recollection from the septagenarian. The old timers often pop into the studio or are corralled onto the phone- even when the memory hooks don't draw the curtains back for us to step into the scene, these cats always lay a languid bed of 'life is smooth inspite of it all' for us to pad barefoot across. If even for just a couple borrowed minutes at a time.
This casual encounter with living history is part of the bonus package you get by living in NYC. I'm amazed everytime I leave the house.
Parts of the drawbacks recall for me a drawing my pops made after I told him I'd move to New York. The map with points smattered about the left side and only one point way over yonder, lonely in the top corner of the right coast made me laugh at the time. Even three years later, I see more clearly what he meant- You can make a nice home for yourself alright, but your home team is your home team man.
bean (trying to be less, in Linnaea's words 'elusive'): "So I made this big career choice to go full throttle with the independent path and had my first client meeting today"
away team: "Oh. I got some new flip flops today."
shedding
I am wishing I had the skin of a long suffering black woman, vibrating slowly over deepset strings- the strings whose harmonics resonate in the -was it B flat?- note of the universe....
For starters, I sure wouldn't be leaving the pixie dust trail from my stint in Puerto Rico in criss- cross patterns between the computer, the desk and the kitchen....
The function in my brain set to translate the small things to mean bigger injurious things, would instead be set to translate small things into dust I fluff off my hopping radio with a spry little feather duster ....
Taking the mental trash of the day out, I'd be rewarded with plastic ponies and bright ribbons.
When I lay down exhausted, I'd fall asleep.
Hello Kitty just announced she is going to look at the rhythmic development of the last four years of Coltrane's life and I'm afraid that's just what I needed to pick up my pencil and pull out the tape.
not to fool with you, my littleapple is actually covered in snow today
WKCR.org is in the midst of a 2 week all Coltrane all the time fest...coming from the pink hello kitty in the corner, I hear Sonny Rollins finally being let of the phone after the eager interviewer's several attempts at baiting a personal recollection from the septagenarian. The old timers often pop into the studio or are corralled onto the phone- even when the memory hooks don't draw the curtains back for us to step into the scene, these cats always lay a languid bed of 'life is smooth inspite of it all' for us to pad barefoot across. If even for just a couple borrowed minutes at a time.
This casual encounter with living history is part of the bonus package you get by living in NYC. I'm amazed everytime I leave the house.
Parts of the drawbacks recall for me a drawing my pops made after I told him I'd move to New York. The map with points smattered about the left side and only one point way over yonder, lonely in the top corner of the right coast made me laugh at the time. Even three years later, I see more clearly what he meant- You can make a nice home for yourself alright, but your home team is your home team man.
bean (trying to be less, in Linnaea's words 'elusive'): "So I made this big career choice to go full throttle with the independent path and had my first client meeting today"
away team: "Oh. I got some new flip flops today."
shedding
I am wishing I had the skin of a long suffering black woman, vibrating slowly over deepset strings- the strings whose harmonics resonate in the -was it B flat?- note of the universe....
For starters, I sure wouldn't be leaving the pixie dust trail from my stint in Puerto Rico in criss- cross patterns between the computer, the desk and the kitchen....
The function in my brain set to translate the small things to mean bigger injurious things, would instead be set to translate small things into dust I fluff off my hopping radio with a spry little feather duster ....
Taking the mental trash of the day out, I'd be rewarded with plastic ponies and bright ribbons.
When I lay down exhausted, I'd fall asleep.
Hello Kitty just announced she is going to look at the rhythmic development of the last four years of Coltrane's life and I'm afraid that's just what I needed to pick up my pencil and pull out the tape.
3.12.2004
PRTV
Puerto Rican TV = mostly satellite imported from the States plus prayer hours + lascivious rock/rap videos, until we found the televised cockfights. Blood et al. Certainly a vacation highlight.
At home we only ever watch the Simpsons on our little set so the trip also included explorations into the waves radiating out across the American consciousness. I usually try to check out what TV is like when I travel, and visiting an American colony certainly counts, hell, anytime I visit America I do it.
I found out that Jerry Springer has got a Pay-Per-View with audience + guests volunteering up free nudity and violence. Also got aquainted with reality tv some more- as the first ones were coming out I realized this was to be the full maturation of television, when it turned democratic and both aggrandized and humiliated folks just like you and me.
No joking about the like you and me- on Trump's Apprentice show we saw an artist friend, Giles, get a studio visit. What I scream at the screen during that show are calls for research- they don't know anything about what they are doing, but that doesn't seem to bother them......ooooooo, if I were on it......I certainly wouldn't bicker with the other ladyfolk. Is anyone else embarrassed for them?
Perhaps you already recognized his studio from this here blog?
Looky:
The punching bag, by the way, is where he got those big arm muscles that were fondled. I believe one team was fooled into pursing another artist by the looks of her pristine luxurious apartment, they've never heard of trust-funds?
Puerto Rican TV = mostly satellite imported from the States plus prayer hours + lascivious rock/rap videos, until we found the televised cockfights. Blood et al. Certainly a vacation highlight.
At home we only ever watch the Simpsons on our little set so the trip also included explorations into the waves radiating out across the American consciousness. I usually try to check out what TV is like when I travel, and visiting an American colony certainly counts, hell, anytime I visit America I do it.
I found out that Jerry Springer has got a Pay-Per-View with audience + guests volunteering up free nudity and violence. Also got aquainted with reality tv some more- as the first ones were coming out I realized this was to be the full maturation of television, when it turned democratic and both aggrandized and humiliated folks just like you and me.
No joking about the like you and me- on Trump's Apprentice show we saw an artist friend, Giles, get a studio visit. What I scream at the screen during that show are calls for research- they don't know anything about what they are doing, but that doesn't seem to bother them......ooooooo, if I were on it......I certainly wouldn't bicker with the other ladyfolk. Is anyone else embarrassed for them?
Perhaps you already recognized his studio from this here blog?
Looky:
The punching bag, by the way, is where he got those big arm muscles that were fondled. I believe one team was fooled into pursing another artist by the looks of her pristine luxurious apartment, they've never heard of trust-funds?
crappers
Darin had an uplifting spin on the upcoming election doom- at least if the W is elected again, his economic policies will diarrhea on his turf and not land under the blame of the Democraps. Krugman, the economist, is always a good source for sorting through the lies. Hell, even Allen Greenspan will come clean.
This reminded me of the comfort mantra I sang myself to sleep with in Fall 2000, "people too complacent, things gots to get worse before they get better"...little did I know how well the old boys would comply...but I worry how 'adjusted' people will become after 8 years under the thumb? Is France accepting American refugees yet? How about our other enemy, Germany?
Darin had an uplifting spin on the upcoming election doom- at least if the W is elected again, his economic policies will diarrhea on his turf and not land under the blame of the Democraps. Krugman, the economist, is always a good source for sorting through the lies. Hell, even Allen Greenspan will come clean.
This reminded me of the comfort mantra I sang myself to sleep with in Fall 2000, "people too complacent, things gots to get worse before they get better"...little did I know how well the old boys would comply...but I worry how 'adjusted' people will become after 8 years under the thumb? Is France accepting American refugees yet? How about our other enemy, Germany?
Ahoy! A new Teen Girl Squad by StrongBad. I think the 'college boys' were once my roommates.
3.11.2004
waking life
Cracking jokes and laughing so hard I'm nearly crying isn't the normal way I wake up from a dream. If awoken suddenly from mounting emotional pressure, it is almost never from pure joy. I should like this to be a trend. Tell me what to do to laugh through more dreams. Was it a reward for the day's diligence (oh so many stars on my chart, even my drawers got reorganized)?
It is, I'm certain, another one of those questions to which no one has the answer. We are all better off accepting this truism in so many facets of life. None of us really know what we are doing, some are just examining this gap a little closer.
bean: "I'm all wound up from the movie now"
ez: "Buena Vista Social Club?"
Well, yes. The first tiime I saw it, not so much. I was bothered by traces of Ry Cooder arrogance and didn't indulge in the pura vida of the ninety year old music magicians. Dripping with fire, gardenias, sex, warmth, and comradery. Noticing the differences between Cubans and Puerto Ricans, I cross my fingers for the post-Fidel fate of that charmed island. Of course there are problems with the leader (which we can sympathize with non?), but they are better off for having ousted the culture and economy snatchers (that would be US) out.
All wound up before our early bedtime, what keeps me up at night? Art. Brought on, no doubt, by the opening of the art season- so unavoidable in NYC- or at least if you live in Williamsburg with a Sherry Wong. Whitney Biennial, the Armory (featuring Sherry + 2000 cohorts), SCOPE fest, and late night Friday here in the 'burg. Without spending a breath on what bothers me about most art/artists, I'll share an observation on what turns me on.
Elemental art.
fab 5
The artists who, with raw materials as their seductive devices, have reached in and changed how I rest in the world ever after. Sheer intensity through small movements/alterations. Listing them here reflects little on how I work or who I associate myself with- I just consider it to be a shame to go through this world without having been exposed to their work (those of you already familiar will certainly forgive me?).
James Turrell- who leaped well beyond the Impressionist (and almost everyone else) chase for capturing light by actually working with light.
Bill Viola - video art dissected to a visceral experience (the room of fire + rain comes to mind)
Rothko - the only painter/ 2D / at-all-sellable on this short list- and he works in pure I'll-swallow-you-alive-and-you'll-never-want-to-be-shat color.
Andy Goldsworthy - do wizards count? Send him to the forest and he will rearrange leaves/twigs/stones/ice into a fleeting phenomenon.
and I may have a new edition I must find more of- Olafur Eliasson, clicking on this indoor sun picture will link you to this exhibit at the Tate Modern in London. What could be more pervasive than the topic of the Weather? I'd spend all day lying on the floor watching my peers throw their museum guard down and surrender to the climate.
more pictures on this girl margaret's (have i ever met her?) blog
Cracking jokes and laughing so hard I'm nearly crying isn't the normal way I wake up from a dream. If awoken suddenly from mounting emotional pressure, it is almost never from pure joy. I should like this to be a trend. Tell me what to do to laugh through more dreams. Was it a reward for the day's diligence (oh so many stars on my chart, even my drawers got reorganized)?
It is, I'm certain, another one of those questions to which no one has the answer. We are all better off accepting this truism in so many facets of life. None of us really know what we are doing, some are just examining this gap a little closer.
bean: "I'm all wound up from the movie now"
ez: "Buena Vista Social Club?"
Well, yes. The first tiime I saw it, not so much. I was bothered by traces of Ry Cooder arrogance and didn't indulge in the pura vida of the ninety year old music magicians. Dripping with fire, gardenias, sex, warmth, and comradery. Noticing the differences between Cubans and Puerto Ricans, I cross my fingers for the post-Fidel fate of that charmed island. Of course there are problems with the leader (which we can sympathize with non?), but they are better off for having ousted the culture and economy snatchers (that would be US) out.
All wound up before our early bedtime, what keeps me up at night? Art. Brought on, no doubt, by the opening of the art season- so unavoidable in NYC- or at least if you live in Williamsburg with a Sherry Wong. Whitney Biennial, the Armory (featuring Sherry + 2000 cohorts), SCOPE fest, and late night Friday here in the 'burg. Without spending a breath on what bothers me about most art/artists, I'll share an observation on what turns me on.
Elemental art.
fab 5
The artists who, with raw materials as their seductive devices, have reached in and changed how I rest in the world ever after. Sheer intensity through small movements/alterations. Listing them here reflects little on how I work or who I associate myself with- I just consider it to be a shame to go through this world without having been exposed to their work (those of you already familiar will certainly forgive me?).
James Turrell- who leaped well beyond the Impressionist (and almost everyone else) chase for capturing light by actually working with light.
Bill Viola - video art dissected to a visceral experience (the room of fire + rain comes to mind)
Rothko - the only painter/ 2D / at-all-sellable on this short list- and he works in pure I'll-swallow-you-alive-and-you'll-never-want-to-be-shat color.
Andy Goldsworthy - do wizards count? Send him to the forest and he will rearrange leaves/twigs/stones/ice into a fleeting phenomenon.
and I may have a new edition I must find more of- Olafur Eliasson, clicking on this indoor sun picture will link you to this exhibit at the Tate Modern in London. What could be more pervasive than the topic of the Weather? I'd spend all day lying on the floor watching my peers throw their museum guard down and surrender to the climate.
more pictures on this girl margaret's (have i ever met her?) blog
3.10.2004
arte púbico
If you send a brooklyn-baked-bean to the tropics, she's bound to find the writing on the wall.
I do believe these scrawlings had more to say than the imitation art for tourists in the local galleries.
two well placed torches to light the way
If you send a brooklyn-baked-bean to the tropics, she's bound to find the writing on the wall.
I do believe these scrawlings had more to say than the imitation art for tourists in the local galleries.
two well placed torches to light the way
3.09.2004
puerto rican birds
on the peninsula of old san juan, this iglesia is being restored by local architecture students,
and hotly disputed by some of it's winged neighbors
the neighbors at some sort of dirty rally
they basically own this little park and let you know it.
didn't get to see into their apts very well, but i gather they are living large.
on the peninsula of old san juan, this iglesia is being restored by local architecture students,
and hotly disputed by some of it's winged neighbors
the neighbors at some sort of dirty rally
they basically own this little park and let you know it.
didn't get to see into their apts very well, but i gather they are living large.
3.08.2004
50 degree drop brightens memories
Man oh beans, the things I wanted to post friday, then sunday, then island side. hmm. The kitty is making up for a weeks worth of lost time, but explaining the hubris clash with the sun, leading to an embarrassingly red bean (skin so tender to the kitty's light weight)...isn't working. The pillow defense seems to be the settlement worked out and damn it is good to have the little purr box back anyhow.
Satellite TV trumped up some city snowfall- it isn't sticking, but the grey of today certainly casts a high contrast glow on the days of beach and disfrutando.
storm before the calm
The scenes that rushed by before our departure put me in the seat of third person observer. Ripe with beginnings, endings, fantasy, hip hop and maternal adventure all in one day. Friday was most tremendous with the good prelim words on my very first proposal- the boy even hopped down some 30 blocks in his zoot suit to join for a quick collision of heads with the sporting fellow from the club.
Back uptown to get lost in a Japanese bookstore in Rockafella Center- perhaps this gem will satiate the urges to visit the land of the rising sun....or feed it, not sure just yet, but I'm hooked on the magazines, architecture, martial arts, hello kitty,
and photo-sticker booth there.
Goodbye lawyering hallway happy hour drinks with the boy - it is apparently unheard of to switch out of law completely after only one year of servitude. Good riddance, the boy will get to shake all those pebbles in his maracas upstairs at long last.
Hello to the moms + grams and off to GZA + Jedi Mind Tricks around the corner from the loft.
Bouncing about the neighborhood and sampling the lifestyle here, this was the first trip that the moms squared weren't squirrelled away by the shiny lights of Times Square's version of NewYorkland- gotta give props to the moms for finding some good cheap authentic polish food I'd missed. Lots of good ju ju beans from this visit, including about 3 dozen tamales (now that I know how get ready for tamale making parties) in the freezer.
and jamaica was...puerto rico!
Saturday night the boy pulls out his passport to find it is expired. Travel agent mom was on task and within an hour we regrouped and reticketed to Puerto Rico- U.S. Territory afterall. Visions of getting in good with the rest of the neighborhood and wondering what awaited us in San Juan.
We wouldn't have guessed the gauging prices obviously set for the cruise ship folk and business traveller or the full blown Americanization (read Prego, Kraft, KFC, and an obsession with cars). I think I'm gonna have to reconnaise Puerto Rico in a separate entry with pictures- but the mark of a good vacation is wanting to come home and simultaneously being wholly untangled inside. Just right.
the first day of new school for the boy
Our team was up at 6 am- less painful than previously thought, but then again the new bedtime wasn't as brutal given our traveller's fatigue. Team shift to the financer's hours was imperative, shifting the midnight bean maurauding to the dawn hours seems good so far, all the put-putting about leaves me ready to roll by 9 am.
Man oh beans, the things I wanted to post friday, then sunday, then island side. hmm. The kitty is making up for a weeks worth of lost time, but explaining the hubris clash with the sun, leading to an embarrassingly red bean (skin so tender to the kitty's light weight)...isn't working. The pillow defense seems to be the settlement worked out and damn it is good to have the little purr box back anyhow.
Satellite TV trumped up some city snowfall- it isn't sticking, but the grey of today certainly casts a high contrast glow on the days of beach and disfrutando.
storm before the calm
The scenes that rushed by before our departure put me in the seat of third person observer. Ripe with beginnings, endings, fantasy, hip hop and maternal adventure all in one day. Friday was most tremendous with the good prelim words on my very first proposal- the boy even hopped down some 30 blocks in his zoot suit to join for a quick collision of heads with the sporting fellow from the club.
Back uptown to get lost in a Japanese bookstore in Rockafella Center- perhaps this gem will satiate the urges to visit the land of the rising sun....or feed it, not sure just yet, but I'm hooked on the magazines, architecture, martial arts, hello kitty,
and photo-sticker booth there.
Goodbye lawyering hallway happy hour drinks with the boy - it is apparently unheard of to switch out of law completely after only one year of servitude. Good riddance, the boy will get to shake all those pebbles in his maracas upstairs at long last.
Hello to the moms + grams and off to GZA + Jedi Mind Tricks around the corner from the loft.
Bouncing about the neighborhood and sampling the lifestyle here, this was the first trip that the moms squared weren't squirrelled away by the shiny lights of Times Square's version of NewYorkland- gotta give props to the moms for finding some good cheap authentic polish food I'd missed. Lots of good ju ju beans from this visit, including about 3 dozen tamales (now that I know how get ready for tamale making parties) in the freezer.
and jamaica was...puerto rico!
Saturday night the boy pulls out his passport to find it is expired. Travel agent mom was on task and within an hour we regrouped and reticketed to Puerto Rico- U.S. Territory afterall. Visions of getting in good with the rest of the neighborhood and wondering what awaited us in San Juan.
We wouldn't have guessed the gauging prices obviously set for the cruise ship folk and business traveller or the full blown Americanization (read Prego, Kraft, KFC, and an obsession with cars). I think I'm gonna have to reconnaise Puerto Rico in a separate entry with pictures- but the mark of a good vacation is wanting to come home and simultaneously being wholly untangled inside. Just right.
the first day of new school for the boy
Our team was up at 6 am- less painful than previously thought, but then again the new bedtime wasn't as brutal given our traveller's fatigue. Team shift to the financer's hours was imperative, shifting the midnight bean maurauding to the dawn hours seems good so far, all the put-putting about leaves me ready to roll by 9 am.
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