Film!!!

Some reflections.  It was hard getting used to not being able to turn the camera around and immediately check out the picture I had just taken.  But there is a surprise element to film that is really addictive.  When I went to pick up my disc yesterday I was so excited to see what it would hold.  More film please! LOVE IT!

This Summer:

Elegy

I want to see Marina Abramović's piece "The Artist is Present."  I've been reading most people who sit with her end up crying.  That, along with the below tid-bit makes sitting her with her a must do on my list:

"One of the first people to sit with Abramović was her former partner, the artist Ulay. They worked together for a dozen years, and the New Yorker's Judith Thurman gave this account of their last work together, which took place in 1988. They had begun planning a walk together on the Great Wall of China when they were a happy couple. By the time they had arranged the logistics permissions for the months-long trip, they no longer wanted to be together. So:


Their parting was wrenching for Abramović, whose nerves can defy almost any blow except for abandonment. She still believes in true love, and she dispenses affection with a lavishness as intense as her craving for it. But, she reflected, "people put so much effort into starting a relationship and so little effort into ending one." On March 30, 1988, they embarked on their last performance. She started walking the Great Wall of China from the East, where it rises in the Mountains, and Ulay set off from the West, where it ends in the desert. After three months, and thousands of miles, they met in the middle, and said goodbye.

This moment, right here, was the next time the two made art together. Although, of course, now Ulay is no longer Abramović's collaborator — he was instead a participant in her piece."

Only Five Days Left Until Saturday!!!!

Series: Texts From Mom

"Did U take adderall or ridilan in college to study?  60 Minutes just did a segment on it.  Maybe I'll try it."

SPF 1,000

Floral Prints

                         

Brooklyn Botanical Gardens with Chrissy and Pam!  Chrissy! I miss you and I have a bunch of clothes for you - CALL ME!

A Pam, A Plan...

Beatific

8th Highest Peak

Ireland was okay, I guess.

Fever Dreamz

Last night I dreamt hipsters colonized the moon. Williamsburg was played and all the best thrifting could be found on its dark side. The last stop on the A train dropped kids off in the middle of a shanty town of stalls occupied by the young and the hip pushing their wares. All your Bedford personalities were there, milling about with cigs hanging from their skeptical frowns - glancing around to see who was looking. Boys stood around thumbing through crates of records while girls held shirts on hangers up to their chests, checking themselves out in broken mirrors. There was brunching. And a lot of dust.

It was hard to breathe on the moon because of the oxygen situation in outer space. So there was a debate among the bohemians whether or not the moon's surface was actually an acceptable place to hang out. This conflict separated the lazy and affright from the true pioneers. Some people would shy away and claim they 'rarely' went to the moon while others were brave enough to live there, kind of like Bedstuy.

Yes, the moon was the next phase. There weren't any strollers there yet or fast food chains or even internet cafes. All you could get there was other people's old shit and tattoos. My boyfriend in the dream, who looked like Slash, got one. A red heart with my name in it. The moon was the final frontier of cool. There was even the chance it would never get gentrified because of its inconvenient location and the A Train?!!? Really?!?!!

I over heard some guys talking about it in a bar.

"Dude! Have you been to the moon yet?"

"No way, man! I hear its sweet."

"Yeah man, shits so cheap up there, lots of good bands and hot chicks, and like, NO cops."

"Damn"

"I'm telling you. Next weekend, there is a Neon Indian show there, we'll pop over and check it out, I know someone who will be working the door, can probably get us in for free."

Daem Heartbreaker

"On-Orbit Brain Surgery"

Lets go see Hubble 3D this weekend. The description "stars hit your face like raindrops in a summer storm" sounds like Dave Matthews lyrics, perfect!!!!

Greens

Slea Head Drive is kind of like Ireland's Hana Highway. The road is narrow and winding and alternates between hugging the sides of mountains and hugging the sides of cliffs. I was pretty nauseous behind the wheel and kept thinking how a drink would help calm me down.

DUBLIN!!!!

Can't you see Bono jumping from roof to roof?

1995?

There was so much 'trad' music. EVERYWHERE. In every bar, in every restaurant, in every store. On Saturday night, there were drunk girls at this pub who were all dressed like Samantha from Sex in the City and they were grinding to a two man Irish Trad band! And the best part was, they were doing that thing where they scream all the lyrics loudly into each other's faces. Tim was turned on.

Surprisingly, there was some good design there.

Pilgrimage to see Phil's statue. When we were taking pics of him, this creepy ex-pat who called himself Johnny Coup came over to us and started talking about the magic of Phil all wide-eyed. He was in a TL cover band. No surprise there. He kept saying silly stuff like, 'its all happening here' as if Dublin was some bustling hub of culture (it wasn't, just a bustling hub of drunks). Anyway, he told us to call him and gave us all his info. Tim said he was definitely from LA. Zing!

Ahoy thar, BEER TRUCK!

Tons of cathedrals. To be expected.

I don't think I saw a single building in Dublin over ten stories high. Such a short city! Also, on the pavement off curbs, painted on the ground were the phrases 'look left' and 'look right' for the dumb foreigners so they wouldn't get hit by cars. Government: They think of everything!!!

Its Music Video Friday!!!

Some new work from the ultimate R&B cheeseball!!!

Right Brain

Workout