i could never be your genius
A great crit @ graphic design this morning, though I was so sick I fell asleep in class and a fellow student had to wake me up and usher me into the lecture in lab. more sleeping all day (the doctor says to fully recover from salmonella poisoning, I have to expect extreme lethargy and bedriddance for 5 days) and then to Jeremy Hobbs' opening @ Schneider Gallery. He is such a fantastic artist and his work was incredible. Through swimming sharky waters of socialization I heard that there were 2 other gallery openings tonight that were noteworthy, both in my area. I rode my bike to said openings and they were both infested with Wicker Park glam-hoe-ass art bores. My brain gets bored of trying to have a sensible one-on-one with the artwork when there's some lesbian couple both postured contrapposto to the point of breaking, Old Style in one hand and effete fey hand gesture in other, somehow equating 'art opening' with 'cocktail hour omg work gossip me so cool' time. i remember at the Gursky retrospective @ the Pompidou a French couple thinking I was a piece of shit and yelling something at me in French very curse-ridden because I loved the work so much I was making gleeful whispers and smiling about it to Maren. I hope in the system of checks and balances in life, if people act as effete at art openings in Paris as some do in Chicago, maybe they get slapped a good one. I went to Edmar Market to get tea and fruit and there was a fruit on special. "UGLY-FRUIT $.99 Each" said the sign. I picked a ripe ugly fruit amongst other things and went home. Ugly fruit is possibly (as if you couldn't guess already) one of my favorite fruits I have ever eaten. It is something akin to a miniature grapefruit without the sourness... like a pleasurable mild grapefruit. Quite marvelous. Ugly fruit is the best part of this night. I love my kitty too. Ok that is it. Fuck I'm such a shithead.