(I posted this from my phone and I don't know why it formatted like this. I have no Internet here so I will fix it tomorrow when I am home. So. Lo siento.)
I don't fully understand my aversion to television. I think it's just the act of sitting down and mindlessly staring at a screen. Although I have no ppoblem with sitting down and staring at my computer screen for hours. Watching YouTube videos, episodes of Psych and renting movies is fine in my book. So why not TV? At least when I'm on the computer I'm reading and learning something, or talking and socializing. Sort of.
I am in Fort Lauderdale right now and I have had an incredibly lazy day. I have sat in front of the TV since 6:30, and I am ready to pull out my hair. I am just waiting until I am tired enough to sleep, but that isn't going to happen any time soon. I have watched some movie with Marsha, then Harry Potter, the Soup, and now Chelsea Lately. Even though it is hilarious i hate sitting here. Most people have no problem with sitting down and watching a thirty minute or hour long show but I cannot do it. I fidget and look for something else to do the entire time. Even a half hour drives me out of my mind, and now I have watched five hours of nothing.
I don't understand this strong aversion to television. When I was younger I watched way too much TV. Up until 9th grade I had a TV in my room so it was constantly on. Freshman and sophomore year I had a TV in my dorm but never turned it on. This year I just gave my TV to Lauren to have for the year. I won't use it and it is a waste of space.
There are shows I will drop everything to watch, although they are few and far between. Right now: Jersey Shore. It's hilarious and terrible and painful to watch, but that is the charm. Freshman year it was Shot at Love, which says a lot about the types of shows I watch. Horrible ones. (I feel like this is a good transition into discussing Tila Tequila. I have been in love with her since I was in 10th grade, and this is basically common knowledge. Although lately I cannot stand her. Between her naked UStream rants that last 4 hours and how she has acted since Casey Johnson died, I have decided that she is bat shit crazy.)
Back to my TV watching. Please god let me get tired and go to sleep. I don't want to sit here much longer.
This is amazing. It is a comic of short stories focusing on the relationships between people and first impressions. I love how it comes in a full circle, and nothing is what you expect it to be. If you can't see the whole image, or if you want more info about the artist, click here
Monday, January 4, 2010
This video is incredibly haunting, especially with my recent sleepy driving/hallucinating experience. But it is a must see.
Jenn and I have described New Years as simply "interesting." Yes, it was lots of fun, but it was just interesting. Interesting people, interesting events, interesting places.
NYE in a nutshell: picked up Corbett, went to Kickbacks, went to Preston's, to the Pearl, then back to Kickbacks and Preston's.
The Pearl was fun, as always. It was empty until about 11:30, then it cleared out at 12:20. We left before one and went back to Kickbacks for some brownie bites, which are always delicious. Although while we were enjoying our delicious fried brownie batter, all of the action was three blocks down at Preston's. When we walked in the door Cory just walked over to be and said, completely dead pan, "Dude. You missed all the action." Corbett appeared from the next room and lead Jenn and I to the bathroom, where there was a guy standing with a blood soaked shirt, with another shirt pressed against a huge gash in his head. Well, alright. We meandered over to the next room, smoke filled, with people just laying around. Literally. We waded back into the living room to find a place to sit. All o the ice from the kegs had melted, and it mixed with all of the dirt from the outdoors, turning the floor into a muddy pond. At one point it was basically a puddle, standing still on those old hard wood floors.
The day after New Years Jenn and I washed our cars by hand. We got her car really clean, and even cleaned out the inside and conditioned her leather. I wish I had started to condition my leather when I first got my car because now the seats are cracked, and they look like they are 10 years older than they are. We went to the Orange Park mall, tried on the most intensely padded bras known to mankind, got dinner from Arby's then home.
We ended up having a little food bonanza that night, similar to what Rob and I used to do senior year. We got little meals at Arby's, then after getting dressed we went to Sake House where Jenn got the worst Sushi ever. She wanted a volcano roll, which is usually spicy and crunchy. What she got was just full of cream cheese and gross. She said something to our Hulky woman of a waiter, who used her ninja skills her steal Jenn's jacket, and the woman refused to give her something different, or even listen. As got the check, and they charged her for the rolls even though she didn't eat them. I complained and got 10% off the bill, and as we were leaving the woman said, "Maybe she want something crunchy?" Well DUH. We said that countless times. It was frustrating, yet entertaining to hear the little Asian cashier telling us that it isn't the law to make volcano rolls the same as every other place.
From there we went to Popeye's for some chicken and biscuits before going to Shanty Town. there was a band called Chicken and Whskey playing at Shanty Town, so we got some Chicken, then some whiskey from Jenn's friend so that we could participate in the show. Although we never even saw the band since it was boring. Off to North Star to watch the game for a bit, then home.
I have had super lazy days since then, and I am enjoying it.
So I am sitting in the Five Points Theater right now, seeing Sherlock Holmes for the third time and i feel like any second now Rob is going to slap me upside the head and tell me to pay attention or to drink my beer. When the beer next to me is horrid and I'd like to pretend it's not sitting there. This post is going to have a slew of typos as I am sitting in the theater and typing fast and barely looking at the keyboard.
Anyways, since I last posted I have come home and been home for about a week. My drive home was horrid. I left on Friday right after an exam instead of leaving Saturday and staying at Britt's for a night or so. I ended up driving through my blizzard on my way to South Carolina. Driving through it was a horrible idea. I wish I would be exaggerating when I say that I am shocked I made it alive. First, there was the weather. Snow and ice everywhere, and all of the cars. It was a nightmare. Second, I hadn't slept on three days. I was not only falling asleep at the wheel, but hallucinating. I spent a good twenty miles convinced the car in front of me was Frankenstein running away from me.
I got home last Saturday and just slept, I think. I can't really remember what I did in the next dew days besides Christmas shopping out the wazoo.
Jenn came home on Wednesday I think and that night we went to Square One, where I think I met my future husband. Although I didn't get his name or anything. He was an art dealer and an iPhone app developer. So he said. Jenn and I had a jolly time at Square One and hung out for a while after.
Thursday was Christmas Eve. I went to my dads and met Kathleen's entire family. My new step sister is like 40. The whole night was horrible. No one would talk to me. Every time I got settled in a room everyone would leave. My step sister's husband was a dick. And I got the ugliest Christmas gifts ever. My dad and Kathleen got everyone PJs to wear for Christmas and mine were hot pink with frogs. Seriously?! My dad and uncle Tim got blue plaid PJs. I want those. It was nice to have Tim and Peg there, since I haven't seen them in about eight years. Tim is hilarious and we have the same sense of humor so we get along well. It was fun to see him interact with the new family because they didn't know how to react to anything he would say. And he's always drunk, in a non-alcoholic way, so that's a plus.
Christmas day was very good, after I left my dads and got home. I got lots of clothes and books and gift arcs for Saks, Neiman Marcus, and Bloomingdales worth $1500 so I can do some damage with those. That night Corbett and I went to see Sherlock Holmes, my first time. It was amazing. And now, watching it for the third time, it's still amazing.
The day after Christmas we thought it would be a good idea to go shopping at the town center, and we were wrong. It was swamped. Worse than black Friday. I saw a bunch of people from EHS and just ran off and avoided talking to any of them, aside from Kristin Otterson.
That night Jenn and I went to Kickbacks and the old man that's always there came over and gave us out menus and it was hilarious and adorable. After Kickbacks we got ready to go to TSI, then went to Adams for a bit. We hung out around TSI, I peed in a alley behind a dumpster then we went inside. This was Saturday and it was dead. We were in the front dancing for a bit when Jenn got on stage to explore and found an ice cold, unopened 20oz PBR. Naturally I slipped it under my super stylish sweatshirt I was wearing an boogied off and we drank it in the bathroom. Good god I can't wait until I'm 21. We left TSI and went to the Casbah with Corbett for a bit, then to Shanty Town where not much was going on since it was about these in the morning.
Last night Jenn and I had dinner at Kickbacks where we saw MC and ge bought us dinner. Our dear Ron Burgundy rubbed my back lovingly while taking our orders, making me feel loved and safe with his adorable father-like presence. After we left Kickbacks we rode our bikes around Riverside and saw Sherlock Holmes. After getting coffee and bile lights and sitting at Starbucks for a while we went back to Kickbacks for dessert, then home.
Today I just ran errands, and had dinner with Rob at the Loop. Then we went to O'Brothers for some drinks before coming to the theater.
Time to actually watch the movie and drink this heinous beer. Woo.
A few months ago my dad said something about my cousin Anna being on Project Runway, so I googled and whatnot, creeped her facebook, and didn't see anything about it, so I just figured it was just Steve getting confused. Again.
Then tonight I see on facebook that her status is "rumorz be true! it's time to unleash the wall after so much fear of spilled beans :)"
I am so excited for her. I think its odd that when we were younger we were close, but as much anymore. I haven't seen her in year due to family issues, but I recently noticed that she is a printmaker as well. Funny familial ties.
And now here she is on Project Runway. So excited for her.
On a similar yet unrelated note, I am still in the library. I think I started having a weird reaction to the combination of no sleep in days, no food, and too much Adderall in my system a few hours ago. I was typing my proposal for Loftus and my hands started shaking, I kept seeing bugs run across my keyboard and at one point I was convinced that my keyboard that curved. SO I took an hour nap on the couch and when I woke up I was fine. I had a weird dream that Melissa was on lookbook.nu, and she asked me to be her photographer. When I woke up she was sitting at the table and in my groggy, drunk-like waking up state I said all in one breath, "good morning I just had a dream you were on lookbook what time is it oh its only 2 am I have to study." She didn't say anything then told me that she applied for a lookbook.nu account just two days ago. I told her that she will be accepted because I am psychic and all my dreams come true. Ha. I wish.
Anyways, Ancient Greece exam in 5 hours. I really need to study. Point of this post: I am so excited for Anna. This is amazing.
After my long post the other day about Dandi Wind, I feel the need to write two more like that. One on Emily Haines, and one on Matthew Barney. The one on Emily Haines will take forever because I will spend hours looking up images and watching videos and being jealous of her life.
The Matthew Barney post will take hours because I could write for years on him. I have this discussion a lot with people, but I don't think anyone fully understand my love for this man and his work. And it really doesn't hurt that he is basically gorgeous. Damn Bjork. She is quite lucky. The Cremaster Cycle book by Nancy Spector, the curator from the Guggenheim is possibly my prized possession. While working at Tenet over the summer I made a lot of large purchases, like a new Holga camera with all of the attachments and accessories, Blink 182 tickets, a flight to New York and masses of clothing, but the only wise purchase I made was buying this book. Who spends $300 on a book? Me, that's who.
I had to leave it at home since it is so damn heavy and huge. Plus the casing is delicate and I'd rather not mess it up. Thank go the Sweet Briar Library has a copy though. I have been living in the library for the last week or so, and there have been multiple times where I have wandered down into the stacks to get a book, but soon find myself sitting on the ground, pouring over this book. I just planned on this being a quick post, but of course that didn't happen, the second "Matthew Barney" was mentioned.
Apparently I am not the only one that is super excited about owning the book...
In the beginning of this semester, I was in John's class, getting ready to apply a huge map onto a birch panel. I was applying the paste with my hands, because that was just the easiest way, and it was fun. John walked past, giving me an odd look for sitting there like a five year old, covered in paste, smearing it around. I said, "I feel like Matthew Barney playing with his Vaseline." He said, "You know Matthew Barney?" surprised, because 99% of people my age do not, actually, not enough people know him, but they will. HE is already in art history texts. Anyways, I told him I did, and that he is my favorite artist, ever. He sat in silence a minute, just looking at me, and finally came out with, "you make more sense now that I know that Matthew Barney is your favorite artist." I am still not too sure ho to take that, since Matthew Barney's most well known work is seriously messed up. Amazing, once you understand the symbolism and the story lines, but its messed up.
On my TweetDeck, I keep a search column open for tweets regarding Matthew Barney (along with other people/things, I' not THAT much of a creeper), and Once, around last May, a woman tweeted "Am following some folks I found searching for Matthew Barney. This one chick has a mad crush on him... Yeah didn't follow her." You know you have issues when you see something like that and know immediately know it is you. I replied and now we are tight, via Twitter.
My favorites on Twitter have a good amount of Matthew Barney related tweets saved: @VIKTORIA_LISBET: I'm wondering what Matthew Barney does with all of the Petroleum Jelly in the privacy of his own home. Perhaps there will be some clue. @kgoreee: I would like Matthew Barney for my birthday. Someone make that happen. This tweet will be making its return in 133 short days Perfection: @BrandonJD: Football + Yale + Bjork + Male Reproductive Organs + Indulgent Art Films - Humility = Matthew Barney
This post has gotten out of hand. Good God.
I want to travel to Brussels, Isle of Man, or Turkey to see where he got all of his inspiration from for the films and to see where they were shot. I want to go to a film festival overseas to see the entirety of the films. When reading the Nancy Spector book, I realize that there are so many aspects of the films that I cannot understand through reading since I have not seen it. YouTube videos are not enough. I am missing hours footage. I want to fully understand the relationship between the Entered Apprentice and the Architect. Cremaster 3 the one I want to see the most. I wrote a huge paper sophomore year on The Order from Cremaster 3, on the Masonic symbolism and how, as the last film out of the 5, it pulls together all 5 films perfectly. One of my favorite parts of The Order is that includes Agnostic Front and Murphey's Law to represent the battle between two groups. In this case, New York punk versus New York hard core. Aimee Mullins as the Entered Novitiate, the Entered Apprentice's counterpart. And artist Richard Serra as the architect.
At least I am not as crazy as this guy.... I don't think I would even go as far as to get a Cremaster tattoo. I don't think. I hope I don't get to that point one day...
Aaaand if anyone wants to get me this shirt for Christmas, I would love you forever.
Okay, time to go back to my paper. This is was a monstorous waste of time, but worthwhile.
