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Spill Guts Here. It's gotta go somewhere, know what I mean? Can you stand it?
purls before swine
Geek Knitting
West Indian Parade
West Indian Parade
Dog/Cat Wrestling
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4.30.2005
I forgot how much fun mutual heavy flirting is, holy fuck, it's fun. Spring fever is strong this year.
4.29.2005
So, of course I got a jury duty notice in the mail yesterday. GRRRR! Soundtrack this am: Shaggs {thank you, Dany}, and ESG. more Liquid Liquid.
4.28.2005
Progress on all fronts, going through one of those phases where I'm loving my life, despite what would appear to be obstacles, really are just growth bumps.
Soundtrack: Liquid Liquid: Bellhead. What a great fucking song. It's on repeat this am. Knew those guys, we played with them a few times. They were the testosterone laden verticle precision drill beat in diametrical opposition to our circular, soft and feminine one. I love that divide. 4.25.2005
Ok, my offer was just un-accepted for the apartment. The owner insists on market rate, despite cracked walls/ceilings, rotted wiring, water damage, rotted flooring and missing lighting fixtures. Whatever. I swore I wouldn't renovate someone else's building ever again, and I suppose I should thank him for letting me keep that promise to myself. I guess it wouldn't be a good situation anyway if right from the get-go he doesn't give a shit about decrepit living standards. It was a nice dream though.
Back to square one. I'm too tired to care that much. 4.23.2005
My offer on my dream apartment was accepted! Pardon me while I vomit daintily in my pocket, while sobbing gentle tears of joy. Next, we negotiate the terms of the lease. Have you ever walked into a building, and just knew "This is going to change my life." Have you? This place did that to me. I deserve that apartment, damn it! I forgot to mention it's only 10 minutes to the shop by bicycle. It's Perfect.
By the time I pack, move and unpack my entire household and studio and get it all set-up again, I'll be desperate to produce, and overflowing with ideas. Which is good, because I'm in a creative rut, a bad one, that needs an electric prod. Painting endless walls works as a powerful, Zen-style motivator for me for some reason. Maybe because it's so boring and mechanical my mind wanders freely. Getting paint chips on Monday. Only color decided so far is a pale lemon yellow for the kitchen, which has pale grey slate tile floors. It gets morning sun. My grandmother's was yellow, and always smelled faintly of coffee and lemons, like mine usually does. Anybody want to come to a painting party in Crown Heights? :-> scared + happy = exhilaration. I feel extraordinarily lucky today. 4.22.2005
I found my dream apartment today, the third one visited this morning. 9 windows, 7 giant rooms on the top {3rd} floor of a massive limestone, 1/2 a block in from beautiful, verdant Eastern Parkway in Crown Heights. The neighborhood is quiet, clean and historic. The apt. is the size of a football field, the biggest, sunniest apartment I've ever seen, around 1600+ sq ft. I could live there forever, and have room for everything. Have been agonizing all day if I can afford it. No, I really can't, but will I try to, will I work a bit harder to? Yes. It needs some work, that would be mine to do. Nothing too major, could do it over a few months, and paint a room at a time.. It has a 6 ft built-in Victorian framed mirror on one wall in the parlor. It's 1/2 block from my subway to work, so I wouldn't need to get a car immediately.
I want to live in that apartment really, really badly. Focused on that pretty hard. 4.19.2005
I think I want a little car. They're actually cheaper and more practical than a scooter. Renewing my learners permit in the next few weeks, and getting my license. I'll be able to haul much larger things than you can get onto a bike, and in the rain or winter and that sounds good to me. I haven't driven in 26 years, except for a whiteknuckled few times a few years ago. Things are evolving quickly, like dominos snapping down, this is fun. I will then be able to live in a beautiful place not dependent on public transportation or mechanical self propulsion, like the treehouse!
4.18.2005
I changed my mind about the original new apartment, so I've been spending lots of time looking at other contenders in the surrounding, flavorful neighborhoods like Bed Stuy and Crown Heights. I rode my bike to Williamsburg and back today, as well as all over the other two 'hoods. My calves are tingly.
This is sort of fun. Saw a wonderful top {4th} floor 2bd in Bed Stuy, but transportation is a problem. I'd have to get a scooter, and then what do I do if it's raining or snowing? I have figure out a way to get to work. Maybe one of those little covered police carts. I think you can get them used on Fourth Ave... I want to live in that place. It has 3 skylights, 6 windows, wood and tile floors and the windows look onto trees both front and back, it's a treehouse. Damn it, what to do? Dreading the actual packing and moving, looking forward to jettisoning all extraneous crap, which I already started doing every other day or so. Man, I should be making baby clothes. Looked at some today that were as expensive as grown-ups, and they used 1/4 yard of fabric! Sick. What a racket. But the miniature-ness of them was charming. 4.14.2005
A super charming quote from my baby brother BIll, a brand new dad:
"We got home from the hospital yesterday and now everything is very real. In the hospital, we could press a button and someone would be right in to take care of the baby and help us, but we don't have that button at home" Awwww...so sweet. :-> It'll be real easy to tease him about anything now that he's going to sleep-deprived all the time!
I can't verbally regurgitate a visual experience like the Little Boy exhibit. The best thing was seeing the work in person, I've seen so many various reproductions, there's no comparison. Really powerful, slightly disturbing, but in a good way {for me}, solid and cohesive in presenting a rounded point of view. The catalogs were sold out, to my dismay. I marveled at the precision painting, thrilled at the antique animations.
Disturbance, American style:  4.12.2005
I'm an auntie for the first time! My little brother Bill and his wife Lorna had their first child yesterday, also named Lorna {our family does that}. She looks exactly like her daddy did when he was a baby. This is really exciting! My other little brother Richard and I grew up to be unmarried, childless eccentrics {thanks, Mom. I mean it!}, yet somehow Bill turned out really normal! I still can't believe it. She's the cutest!
The happy parents:  My new niece, Baby Lorna!   I'll post about the Japan Society show tommorrow, it was beautiful and interesting.
Basically tried to sleep off impending illness yesterday, except for a trip to the park with the dogs {Pennys first time} in the sunny afternoon. She loves other dogs, and had no trouble keeping up with me and Murph, despite 4" legs. Went to sleep again at 10pm, and woke up today feeling somewhat better. Trying to finish some work due weeks ago this am, then going to midtown for the Japan Society show, then shopping for the shop in midtown the rest of the day. It's cold out today, and I'd rather not be running around, but missed my chance yesterday. If I get deeply sick with a cold or flu, my whole life goes to hell, and I won't have it.
I know life has to go on if you have a sick child, but from my point of view, the shop is an enclosed space, and I'm in contact with one after the other all day long, with no escape, it's like taking a dip in the Gowanus {local reference}, a canal of bacteria and virus. Give me and others a break, won't you? NO more of this topic, unless I get really sick, then we'll have another rant. 4.11.2005
Parents of infants and toddlers who are sick with contageous colds and flu, PLEASE LEAVE YOUR CHILDREN AT HOME while they are capable of spreading their sickness to EVERY FUCKING HUMAN THAT CROSSES YOUR PATH. What the fuck is up with this? I can't tell you how many people come into my shop with sick children, who are open mouth coughing all over the place, and toddlers with running noses touching everything. Mothers have even been bragging that the "baby is sick", isn't that cute?
STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME. I have too much to do! Share the misery elsewhere! Obviously, I feel like shit today, after contact with 3 sick babies in my enclosed shop in the last few days, and I'm pretty angry about it. 4.09.2005
I've been hoarding this, and listening at work and at home since the 1st... You can get the live webcast: WKCR Billie Holiday Festival, until April 15th. 24 hours of it. It's also a pledge drive to help the station pay off a big debt, so expect stretches of talking interspersed with every known recording Billie Holiday made. Realized I've been listening the the brilliant Phil Schaap for 26 years. When I first moved back to New York I only had a radio for entertainment for a while, and found the station. It's a big chunk of my soundtrack.
I finally have a lesbian in the family. Little Penny is very disinterested in playing with the boys, but when given a chance to roughouse with orange mini-poodle Agnes, or little hairy Daisy, she went nuts! I should have picked up on the fact that her favorite tv show is the L Word.
4.07.2005
I'm going to see this next Tuesday, I do not care what work goes undone:
Little Boy: The Arts of Japan?s Exploding Subculture Curated by Takashi Murakami. I have a massive, just enormous crush on him. He's flawed perfection. He owns a factory and works all the time. I want a factory of my own, and I already work all the time. What a role model! Through July 24, 2005. 4.06.2005
Enduring old/new apartment drama. Sucks.
4.04.2005
Murphy, my minpin, had some type of seizure this morning, just before breakfast. I was luckily right there, and tried to comfort him while it was happening. I've done some reading about dog seizures since then and found that it wasn't as bad as it could have been. He acted drunk and unable to stand for a minute, lay down in a crouch, then his muscles started contracting, his paws were curled in and he seemed in pain. His head was going side to side and he seemed very confused. It was scary.
Afterwards {this lasted only 2 or three minutes, although it seemed much longer}, he crawled in my lap for a minute. Then jumped up, just fine! We went out back to do some business, then came back up and he ate breakfast as usual. I'm waiting for a call back from the vet. I'm sad and depressed about it. I love him, and hope it's not chronic or the result of something serious. 4.02.2005
Little Penny's been a-begging for a turquoise mohawk! Pet Esthe haircolor for Dogs.
Started going through everything in my storage room. Chucking alot, saving a little. Enjoy being ruthless. Very cathartic. |
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