Paisley Park
I just got back from visiting Laura last night. It was without a doubt our best visit yet and therefore also one of the hardest to recover from. This was also my last time visiting Laura's apartment on Maspeth with Jasper the cutest pomeranian ever who got a cute summer haircut.
Now I'm standing here in Savvy Kids. What a huge downer.
Today's my first time being in the store all by myself and already a woman came in with a complicated layaway purchase that confused the fuck out of me. I had to call my boss and be like "I don't know anything."
A woman just called me and asked for directions to my boss' house. That's weird. I don't know and I wouldn't tell you if I did.
I figured that one good thing about working alone would be that I would get to choose the music (no Dance Mix '96 or Pussycat Dolls today, thank you very much). Unfortunately, I'm limited to the choices in Savvy Kids' CD collection. It came down to "Prince: The Hits" or "Abba Gold". I chose Prince.
Anyway. I got some stuff while away: The United States of America album (sleeve is busted up, so it was 12$), a recording of "Calcium Light Night" by Charles Ives, "The Optical Unconscious" by Rosalind Krauss from the Strand (what a beautiful book), and Barthes' "Mythologies".
On the bus, I finished Michel Houellebecq's "The Elementary Particles". It's great to read a book with such a negative (and realist) view of humanity. He really does cut through all the sentimental/superstitious bullshit that keeps life bearable for most people. I guess it makes sense that the book ends with almost all of its characters committing suicide, committing themselves, or just withering away.
Speaking of superstition, the church near Laura's apartment had a sign up saying "Wal-Mart, not the only saving place". This blew our minds. If you like Wal-Mart, you should LOVE church!
I went to see the Dada show at the MoMA, which was great. They had big screens set up throughout the space and I got to see a few Hans Richter films, "Entr’acte", and Duchamp's "Anemic Cinema" among others. The highlight for me was getting to see Max Ernst's collages/overpaintings (though they didn't have my fave "The Master's Bedroom") and a bunch of Hannah Hoch pieces. The MoMA's "Dada gesture" in organizing the show was to have two possible entrances. They really should not have even bothered.
The place was so crowded, but it seemed like most people were just milling about talking loudly to themselves.
Comments overheard at the exhibition:
(pointing to a Jean Arp relief thing) "God, this is like Art 101!"
"See my problem with all this is that in their time artists were so well trained technically, but these Dada artists totally ignored all of the opportunities to increase their skill level!"
(in an "I'm angry" voice) "I CANNOT for the life of me understand why Max Ernst is in this show! He was a Surrealist, not a Dadaist!" (Then he made some disparaging comment about the curator. You definitely could not do better, especially considering your inability to fathom why Ernst would be included in a Dada show.)
(Guy talking loudly AT his half-comatose date about Picabia's "Ici, c'est ici Stieglitz") "...of course the sexual metaphor is unmistakeable, but what is really significant is that the camera depicted is rendered essentially functionless, which of course is... Wait a second, I hope I'm not boring you? No? Great! So that can obviously be read as a critique of Stieglitz's ........."
Overhearing all this really made me love the chill people who were just looking and remarking "Oh! The colours are great!" or "This is really funny". At least they were interacting with the work and not just spouting their "opinions" at anyone who would listen.
Anyway, this is turning into a really long obnoxious entry. Prince is almost over, so I'm going to put on Abba.
We saw Lindsay Lohan in Williamsburg.
Now I'm standing here in Savvy Kids. What a huge downer.
Today's my first time being in the store all by myself and already a woman came in with a complicated layaway purchase that confused the fuck out of me. I had to call my boss and be like "I don't know anything."
A woman just called me and asked for directions to my boss' house. That's weird. I don't know and I wouldn't tell you if I did.
I figured that one good thing about working alone would be that I would get to choose the music (no Dance Mix '96 or Pussycat Dolls today, thank you very much). Unfortunately, I'm limited to the choices in Savvy Kids' CD collection. It came down to "Prince: The Hits" or "Abba Gold". I chose Prince.
Anyway. I got some stuff while away: The United States of America album (sleeve is busted up, so it was 12$), a recording of "Calcium Light Night" by Charles Ives, "The Optical Unconscious" by Rosalind Krauss from the Strand (what a beautiful book), and Barthes' "Mythologies".
On the bus, I finished Michel Houellebecq's "The Elementary Particles". It's great to read a book with such a negative (and realist) view of humanity. He really does cut through all the sentimental/superstitious bullshit that keeps life bearable for most people. I guess it makes sense that the book ends with almost all of its characters committing suicide, committing themselves, or just withering away.
Speaking of superstition, the church near Laura's apartment had a sign up saying "Wal-Mart, not the only saving place". This blew our minds. If you like Wal-Mart, you should LOVE church!
I went to see the Dada show at the MoMA, which was great. They had big screens set up throughout the space and I got to see a few Hans Richter films, "Entr’acte", and Duchamp's "Anemic Cinema" among others. The highlight for me was getting to see Max Ernst's collages/overpaintings (though they didn't have my fave "The Master's Bedroom") and a bunch of Hannah Hoch pieces. The MoMA's "Dada gesture" in organizing the show was to have two possible entrances. They really should not have even bothered.
The place was so crowded, but it seemed like most people were just milling about talking loudly to themselves.
Comments overheard at the exhibition:
(pointing to a Jean Arp relief thing) "God, this is like Art 101!"
"See my problem with all this is that in their time artists were so well trained technically, but these Dada artists totally ignored all of the opportunities to increase their skill level!"
(in an "I'm angry" voice) "I CANNOT for the life of me understand why Max Ernst is in this show! He was a Surrealist, not a Dadaist!" (Then he made some disparaging comment about the curator. You definitely could not do better, especially considering your inability to fathom why Ernst would be included in a Dada show.)
(Guy talking loudly AT his half-comatose date about Picabia's "Ici, c'est ici Stieglitz") "...of course the sexual metaphor is unmistakeable, but what is really significant is that the camera depicted is rendered essentially functionless, which of course is... Wait a second, I hope I'm not boring you? No? Great! So that can obviously be read as a critique of Stieglitz's ........."
Overhearing all this really made me love the chill people who were just looking and remarking "Oh! The colours are great!" or "This is really funny". At least they were interacting with the work and not just spouting their "opinions" at anyone who would listen.
Anyway, this is turning into a really long obnoxious entry. Prince is almost over, so I'm going to put on Abba.
We saw Lindsay Lohan in Williamsburg.