So, New York.
Definitely not running into any Warren Ellis'es or any Jethro Cave's. Still, though, it feels good to just bro around with my old man and, well, spend all the money I don't really have. The Tim Burton exhibition was fascinating, and while I hate anything he's done since the Nightmare Before Christmas, his early inks and watercolors are breath-taking.
Otherwise, I've mainly shopped for clothes and music [The Veils, Beirut, Gogol Bordello, Dirty Three <3], gave my dad some art lessons in the MoMA, watched Alice In Wonderland [wasn't as crappy as I expected it to be] and Avenue Q, and ate very good food.
I love Manhattan in the rain, I wish I never had to leave. This trip is mainly for me to be mindless and clear my head of all the clogged-up bullshit I have from Israel. I even managed to get a decent sleep yesterday.
Anyways, going to meet up with
loveablechaos later today and IDK, we'll see. Tomorrow is the Museum of Comics or whatever the heck it's called -- and with any luck, I'll manage finding the HBO shop today and get my hands on some BoB merchandise. I bought the DVD with Hebrew subs before I left for NYC, and here I got the Stephen Ambrose novel and the Dick Winters memoir thing, but B&N failed to have my most desired book yet, the one written by Babe Heffron and Wild Bill Guarnere.
So yeah.
IDK.
Going to have coffee and muffins now.