trust your mother
this is going to be long but i know that you all 5 of you are chomping at the bit to find out about the details of my fast-paced hoorah life. relax, my babies:
wednesday i went to see st. matthew passion- which is about the death of jesus. happy passover to me! i was a little bit concerned with how my guests would gel with eachother because danny is a conservative gay WASP from boise and joseph is, well, joseph is free. if that makes any sense. he just seems to lack an adjective set, which i think he would probably appreciate my saying. but, everything went swimmingly. we went for a glass of wine afterwards and discussed the show we just saw and some other stuff. namely, incest. when we walked out of the bar, a homeless man asked us for a cigarette. danny gave him one. he bit the filter off of it and then he asked for a light. again, danny obliged. then he asked for danny to hit him on the top of the head. this is where i stepped in to contest the situation. the man looked up at me with venom in his eyes and yelled BLACK PANTHERS DO NOT SPEAK TO WHITE WOMEN. ahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha.
thursday night i went to see another show at work. this time it was famed minimalist and ego-maniac robert wilson's version of ibsen's peer gynt. i only stayed for the first act because i don't think i could have sat through 4 hours of it. it was in norwegian. but what i saw was quite magical. perfect almost. after that i went to a cabaret that joseph's and ryan's mutual friend was hosting at monkeytown and that they had both invited me to. it was by far one of the worst things i have ever seen in my life. i don't find anything humorous or provocative about singing a song called "my nipple is the clit of my tit" which is exactly what someone was doing when i walked out. i stayed for a bit longer in the front room, where the bar is, to have a drink with joseph. there were some crazy characters there! namely this really tall danish male model and his swedish actor friend who was wearing a feathered mask. i hugged them. they smelled awful.
the best part of the night, by far, was as follows, and i hope this reads the way it happened. joseph is, to my knowledge, a pretty big up and comer in the performance art community in new york. a lot of people know him in that scene. everyone is some sort of artist or wannabe carnie. his one friend anastasia came over to talk to him and i introduced myself. we shared pleasantries and she explained that she spins poi and that she eats fire. then she asked me what i"do". and i told her "well, nothing".
she persisted "oh come on! i am sure you do something. i am humble sometimes too."
so i thought and i told her the truth: "ok, well, hmm, lets see. i go to work and then i come home and watch tv."
this brought pause to anastasia. she tried to stay afloat "there are a few good things on tv."
i had to disagree, "there are alot of shows i like on tv."
she was not having it. "there are a few good things on tv. i dont have a tv though."
i had had enough. i pleasantly explained, "there are a lot of good things on tv. in fact, i like watching it so much that i even pay for the premium cable channels. on demand"
joseph invited her to sit down and chat longer but she was very put off by my low brow interests. she declined. i have been cracking up about this because as performance artists, she and her friends are trying so hard to find acceptance and act in a way that tries to be inclusive of all marginal ideas and practices. but she could not seem to stomach the fact that i am in new york to live my life and not to read belgian poetry naked while hanging from a tree branch. i will seriously cherish this exchange for the rest of my life.
friday i had the day off from work. so i worked on getting pretty. manicure. pedicure. haircut. nap. drinks with melissa and kara. that night melissa and i did splits and high kicks in the bar. i cannot get enough of my life or my friends.
besides the acrobatics, i didn't get too wild because saturday i had to be up very early. ryan and i were at the flower market by 10 am to pick up flowers for the benefit which we were volunteering at for the remainder of the day. we got orange pin cushions and rononculus- both of which were exquisite. we then headed over to chez bushwick to start setting up and pitching in with whatever jonah, our friend and the "director" of chez bushwick, needed help with. i have to say, i am so proud of jonah and how cleanly and organically he is executing his goals. he is by far the most gentle and beautiful person i have ever met. he is a 28 years old dancer and last night, he threw a benefit to start a capital campaign towards buying a building with john jasperse and wally cardona, 2 choreographers, so that there can be space for artists to practice their form at the minimal cost of $5 an hour. what he is SUCCESSFULLY doing in the name of new art is incredible. he puts faith in strong ideals and kindness and his efforts make me want to be more and do more. i am so glad i was able to volunteeer my time towards such an incredible cause and such a great person. i wish i could do more.
the event was honoring charles atlas a film maker who pioneered dance videography and performance art video. i know who he is because he directed the "you are my sister" video for antony and the johnsons who i am currently obsessed with. among others, antony performed solo at this benefit. there were no more than 110 people in the room. it was insaaaaaaaaaane. his voice is so unlike anyone else's. it is so raw and hurt and powerful. and it sounds even better in real life. i cried. ha!
after i left the benefit, at 10 pm! (lonnnng day!), i stopped by yoko's birthday party and saw all the neighborhoodies. loved it but was too tired to stay for a long time.
today i finally stopped and just did nothing.
well, thats a lie. i did watch tv.
wednesday i went to see st. matthew passion- which is about the death of jesus. happy passover to me! i was a little bit concerned with how my guests would gel with eachother because danny is a conservative gay WASP from boise and joseph is, well, joseph is free. if that makes any sense. he just seems to lack an adjective set, which i think he would probably appreciate my saying. but, everything went swimmingly. we went for a glass of wine afterwards and discussed the show we just saw and some other stuff. namely, incest. when we walked out of the bar, a homeless man asked us for a cigarette. danny gave him one. he bit the filter off of it and then he asked for a light. again, danny obliged. then he asked for danny to hit him on the top of the head. this is where i stepped in to contest the situation. the man looked up at me with venom in his eyes and yelled BLACK PANTHERS DO NOT SPEAK TO WHITE WOMEN. ahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha.
thursday night i went to see another show at work. this time it was famed minimalist and ego-maniac robert wilson's version of ibsen's peer gynt. i only stayed for the first act because i don't think i could have sat through 4 hours of it. it was in norwegian. but what i saw was quite magical. perfect almost. after that i went to a cabaret that joseph's and ryan's mutual friend was hosting at monkeytown and that they had both invited me to. it was by far one of the worst things i have ever seen in my life. i don't find anything humorous or provocative about singing a song called "my nipple is the clit of my tit" which is exactly what someone was doing when i walked out. i stayed for a bit longer in the front room, where the bar is, to have a drink with joseph. there were some crazy characters there! namely this really tall danish male model and his swedish actor friend who was wearing a feathered mask. i hugged them. they smelled awful.
the best part of the night, by far, was as follows, and i hope this reads the way it happened. joseph is, to my knowledge, a pretty big up and comer in the performance art community in new york. a lot of people know him in that scene. everyone is some sort of artist or wannabe carnie. his one friend anastasia came over to talk to him and i introduced myself. we shared pleasantries and she explained that she spins poi and that she eats fire. then she asked me what i"do". and i told her "well, nothing".
she persisted "oh come on! i am sure you do something. i am humble sometimes too."
so i thought and i told her the truth: "ok, well, hmm, lets see. i go to work and then i come home and watch tv."
this brought pause to anastasia. she tried to stay afloat "there are a few good things on tv."
i had to disagree, "there are alot of shows i like on tv."
she was not having it. "there are a few good things on tv. i dont have a tv though."
i had had enough. i pleasantly explained, "there are a lot of good things on tv. in fact, i like watching it so much that i even pay for the premium cable channels. on demand"
joseph invited her to sit down and chat longer but she was very put off by my low brow interests. she declined. i have been cracking up about this because as performance artists, she and her friends are trying so hard to find acceptance and act in a way that tries to be inclusive of all marginal ideas and practices. but she could not seem to stomach the fact that i am in new york to live my life and not to read belgian poetry naked while hanging from a tree branch. i will seriously cherish this exchange for the rest of my life.
friday i had the day off from work. so i worked on getting pretty. manicure. pedicure. haircut. nap. drinks with melissa and kara. that night melissa and i did splits and high kicks in the bar. i cannot get enough of my life or my friends.
besides the acrobatics, i didn't get too wild because saturday i had to be up very early. ryan and i were at the flower market by 10 am to pick up flowers for the benefit which we were volunteering at for the remainder of the day. we got orange pin cushions and rononculus- both of which were exquisite. we then headed over to chez bushwick to start setting up and pitching in with whatever jonah, our friend and the "director" of chez bushwick, needed help with. i have to say, i am so proud of jonah and how cleanly and organically he is executing his goals. he is by far the most gentle and beautiful person i have ever met. he is a 28 years old dancer and last night, he threw a benefit to start a capital campaign towards buying a building with john jasperse and wally cardona, 2 choreographers, so that there can be space for artists to practice their form at the minimal cost of $5 an hour. what he is SUCCESSFULLY doing in the name of new art is incredible. he puts faith in strong ideals and kindness and his efforts make me want to be more and do more. i am so glad i was able to volunteeer my time towards such an incredible cause and such a great person. i wish i could do more.
the event was honoring charles atlas a film maker who pioneered dance videography and performance art video. i know who he is because he directed the "you are my sister" video for antony and the johnsons who i am currently obsessed with. among others, antony performed solo at this benefit. there were no more than 110 people in the room. it was insaaaaaaaaaane. his voice is so unlike anyone else's. it is so raw and hurt and powerful. and it sounds even better in real life. i cried. ha!
after i left the benefit, at 10 pm! (lonnnng day!), i stopped by yoko's birthday party and saw all the neighborhoodies. loved it but was too tired to stay for a long time.
today i finally stopped and just did nothing.
well, thats a lie. i did watch tv.