Last night a friend and I went to this gentleman's art opening downtown.
The art was illustrative, with disturbing post-apocalyptic themes. I only really found two of the paintings to my liking, both featuring a cute little spaceship-pod design. They were the only paintings I could envision myself wanting to stare at for more than a few minutes, which, in my opinion, is a prerequisite for procuring art. And I could have procured some of this art, it being on the less expensive side. Its the kind of art that makes you wonder if buying it is an investment, and if its not, its no big loss, either
My friend and I counted ten people who werent wearing jeans. We sadly both found ourselves wearing the denim uniform of choice as well. This heightened our mutual resolve to be more creative in the future. It was a fun game for a while, though. We came up with an evaluation system that began to be fairly intricate: denim jackets counted if the person wasnt wearing denim pants, colored denim counted, and if the person was wearing both denim pants and a jacket, the two cancelled out each other and the person received bonus points for dedication. We then moved on to finding the top 5 best-dressed boys, which proved to be a vain endeavor. We only found about three that warranted a best-dressed award: the man with bushy hair and coveralls, the gentleman with a shaved head and New Jersey Police patch on his jacket, and a third whom my friend dismissed as trying too hard, but who (again, it was agreed) achieved points for dedication.
In line for the restroom was an industrious girl who evidently had to really pee, for she was trying hard to befriend everyone in line just so she could head to the bathroom sooner. She managed to finagle her way in front of a whole slew of people, shamelessly. After she emerged from the loo, she glanced up at me, smirking, and I shot her a smirk back, as if saying, Good job this time, lady, but your karma isnt headed anywhere good. The toilet gods are watching.
Next, the band played, and the boy who was trying too hard took the microphone and sang. I liked the band, though, and resolved that he wasnt trying at anything; he was merely dressed for a performance.
The next game involved which guys were A) gay B) with a girl C) snobby or D) all of the above. I found all but one, who, incidentally, also played in the band. My friend and I couldnt understand why nobody was talking to us, until we realized that we werent talking to anybody, either. It began to rain and we were tired, so we left before the next band.
Today was the Modern Times show, and I arrived but an hour before it closed. I found my way in through a side entrance, and when the older gentleman asked if he could help me, I said that I had just gone to my car for a moment. This enabled me to forego paying the $8 entrance fee. At first I felt guilty because I had managed to con an old man, but when I looked at the prices of the items in the show, I felt little remorse. I looked around for 45 minutes at the hopelessly priced antiques and left.
Next, at a place by where I had gone to college, I stopped in for a patty melt and some nostalgia. Though I made it plainly clear that I wanted a garden-patty melt with cheddar, I received a portobello mushroom sandwich with Swiss. After I returned it and ate my new food, I marched up to the counter and asked if they were planning on giving me a free dessert for getting my order wrong. Again, I received something for nothing. And I would not have it any other way. Why on earth should I pay for something to help me get fat?
On the drive home in the rain, a white plastic bag managed to grab a hold of my rearview mirror, and I drove for about a quarter of a mile appearing as though I had a makeshift wind sock attached to my car. I finally grew sick of it and ripped it off, splashing myself with the rain from my windshield wipers in the process.
Would you believe it if I told you that the music of Jacqueline Jones goes remarkably well with the early animation shorts of Oskar Fischinger?
I does!
The art was illustrative, with disturbing post-apocalyptic themes. I only really found two of the paintings to my liking, both featuring a cute little spaceship-pod design. They were the only paintings I could envision myself wanting to stare at for more than a few minutes, which, in my opinion, is a prerequisite for procuring art. And I could have procured some of this art, it being on the less expensive side. Its the kind of art that makes you wonder if buying it is an investment, and if its not, its no big loss, either
My friend and I counted ten people who werent wearing jeans. We sadly both found ourselves wearing the denim uniform of choice as well. This heightened our mutual resolve to be more creative in the future. It was a fun game for a while, though. We came up with an evaluation system that began to be fairly intricate: denim jackets counted if the person wasnt wearing denim pants, colored denim counted, and if the person was wearing both denim pants and a jacket, the two cancelled out each other and the person received bonus points for dedication. We then moved on to finding the top 5 best-dressed boys, which proved to be a vain endeavor. We only found about three that warranted a best-dressed award: the man with bushy hair and coveralls, the gentleman with a shaved head and New Jersey Police patch on his jacket, and a third whom my friend dismissed as trying too hard, but who (again, it was agreed) achieved points for dedication.
In line for the restroom was an industrious girl who evidently had to really pee, for she was trying hard to befriend everyone in line just so she could head to the bathroom sooner. She managed to finagle her way in front of a whole slew of people, shamelessly. After she emerged from the loo, she glanced up at me, smirking, and I shot her a smirk back, as if saying, Good job this time, lady, but your karma isnt headed anywhere good. The toilet gods are watching.
Next, the band played, and the boy who was trying too hard took the microphone and sang. I liked the band, though, and resolved that he wasnt trying at anything; he was merely dressed for a performance.
The next game involved which guys were A) gay B) with a girl C) snobby or D) all of the above. I found all but one, who, incidentally, also played in the band. My friend and I couldnt understand why nobody was talking to us, until we realized that we werent talking to anybody, either. It began to rain and we were tired, so we left before the next band.
Today was the Modern Times show, and I arrived but an hour before it closed. I found my way in through a side entrance, and when the older gentleman asked if he could help me, I said that I had just gone to my car for a moment. This enabled me to forego paying the $8 entrance fee. At first I felt guilty because I had managed to con an old man, but when I looked at the prices of the items in the show, I felt little remorse. I looked around for 45 minutes at the hopelessly priced antiques and left.
Next, at a place by where I had gone to college, I stopped in for a patty melt and some nostalgia. Though I made it plainly clear that I wanted a garden-patty melt with cheddar, I received a portobello mushroom sandwich with Swiss. After I returned it and ate my new food, I marched up to the counter and asked if they were planning on giving me a free dessert for getting my order wrong. Again, I received something for nothing. And I would not have it any other way. Why on earth should I pay for something to help me get fat?
On the drive home in the rain, a white plastic bag managed to grab a hold of my rearview mirror, and I drove for about a quarter of a mile appearing as though I had a makeshift wind sock attached to my car. I finally grew sick of it and ripped it off, splashing myself with the rain from my windshield wipers in the process.
Would you believe it if I told you that the music of Jacqueline Jones goes remarkably well with the early animation shorts of Oskar Fischinger?
I does!
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``Hyper-analytic'' probably wasn't the best choice of words. ``Hyper-aware'' was more what I meant. The opposite of oblivious, as most people tend to be towards detail. I'm much the same way and I don't consider this mischievous or cruel at all. Our diversity as a race lends itself to humor I think. People need to relax and laugh at themselves more often. I laugh at myself all the time.
If you find the world continuously alienating, it might be a signal that you are evolving or undergoing a metamorphosis, and this is a good thing. I've felt the same way for a long time, as discussed many times in past journal entries. Learning to live with this, to make it through to the other side, is my current challenge, since it's not possible to return what I have learned and what I now know.
Time for some coffee & bailey's before I drift off.
I'mnot certain that this is even the right way to get back to new friends on the list, but here it is.
Welles was really one fine director(my fave being TOUCH OF EVIL) and it's saddening to see his stuff listed as old film now - worse (on one list) before they "made real films"> Brr.
Thanx muchly for poiinting out my error - see you in the funny papers as time goes on!
[Edited on Oct 21, 2004 2:59AM]