Primetime

First off let me just say that the level of wind on this campus right now is literally gale force. I've been blown!

away.

Um. So I went to Kate's house yesterday at 7 because I wanted to surprise her...she had just finished a paper, and wasn't answering my calls, so I popped in unannounced, only to remember that she was in class. So I waited on the couch for her to come back.

I later learned that she stood for some time outside my dorm window, wondering if I was in my room, so hiding in her house wasn't so creepy in comparison. When she came back she said she'd already told a friend she'd visit, so I waited on the couch until she got back again, at 11. Yeah. During her outing, I spent quality time with my ipod (or ipood as we like to call it) and my closed eyelids. After sleeping for a couple hours, I turned on the tellie and caught the end of Tool Academy (which is all sorts of awesome) and back-to-back episodes of The Girls Next Door!



Shut up, I was tired.

I learned that some people consider the girls "good role models". A mother brought her daughter, who had just turned 18, to the mansion for a surprise. It was all sorts of creepy, and they were all like, don't leave her alone with Hef, she's legal! And I was all like, even if she wasn't...But anyway, then the girls went to a spa for mother's day with their moms and grandmas, and every three minutes one of them would say "It's so great that three generations of women can spend this day together!"

Then they went to New Orleans and flashed everyone and Bridget was really excited when they hosed down the street and she said "It smells like...lemon! That's really cool." And then Kendra was really sad that no one could see her boob job because she was sick. And they had this charity ball or whatever, but all they wanted to do was "go to the REAL party tomorrow!" They are role models, people. ROLE MODELS.

As for the picture, it's the least slutty one I could find. I don't want to get thrown out of the library on pornography charges, not in this wind.

Earth being born

The delightful forty degree weather allowed me to spurn my unzippable fluffy winter coat (see Coat Saga) in favor of my navy coat with four gold buttons. There should be six, but my jackets hate me.

Anyway, I was walking outside and smelled what struck me as a kind of mulchy smell. Like spring. I couldn't really put my finger on it, but I'm going to call it the Spring Lump for now, because the air was really heavy with it.

And that was my day.

Beer Man

The first train trip home was blemished by the presence of a beer-drinking white boy, whose idea of fun involved calling each of his friends and complaining about his bitch of an ex girlfriend who apparently told her parents he was hitting her. The guy said it was bullshit, but he also called his friends "my man" and "homie". Ghetto: ur doin it rong.

The second train trip home featured the delightful presence of a beer-drinking white MAN, who growled periodically in my direction and informed me I was not Marilyn Monroe. If he had his way, he'd jettison his body 4,000 feet into the air.

Sandwiched between aforementioned trips was NYC.

Kate, who interned at the Museum of the Moving Image last summer, got us free tickets into MoMA, where we sat, entranced, looking at "Pour Your Body Out".



The video projection covered three of MoMA's twenty-foot-high walls; the above photo belies how insect-like I felt sitting next to it. Highly saturated with a focus on nature and the close up, the shots dissolved easily into one another and were accompanied by a vocal/electronic soundtrack that captured both the familiarity and foreign nature of the images.

There was a COUCH, for God's sake! People took off their shoes and dove in; expelling smells of sock and oily hair into the protesting air.

We hopped through the photography and painting galleries, where I saw my first original Warhol (which is, itself, a kind of oxymoron. How different are the photocopies, really?)After browsing the bookstore, we disappeared into the subway system and popped up again at some vintage stores and American Apparel and Urban Outfitters, where I finally got colored tights and some new shoes.



After visiting some friends of Kate's in Queens (they had four cats and a dog!), we took the train home, and it is on that train that we encountered beer man.