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I went to PS 1 this weekend and it was actually loads of fun. I haven't been in years. My friend who's a painter and seems to know what he's talking about said the show there was total poop but I haven't seen it yet to determine my humble personal take on its turdliness. I haven't written anything for a while so watch out. For far briefer and far funnier writing than mine, check out this girl's refreshingly well written and funny website.
I decided to go to gym this morning and left my house with my little ipod on and a big cute dog was outside the coffee shop smiling at me. The shop was filled with pleasant hip folks working freelance on their ibooks. I felt like I was in a trendy commercial for carbonated beverages.
I have to decide this week if I really want to go on this crazy trip to eastern europe. It's not all expenses paid although I fly and get housed for free (and expensive visas are no longer required from the US). On the other hand my cousin invited me out to SF for parties, concerts, a huge beach party reunion with cool extended family, my sister who finishes work this week in preparation for grad school and general fun. I love visiting SF and my family, it's sort of a guaranteed great time with no stress which I could probably use right now.
On the other hand Kiev and a week in Berlin seeing old friends sounds great too. Even though it's partly work. One of the photographers we're working with is paranoid about being recognized over there and I guess being taken advantage of as a well to do so and so, robbed, etc. and has instructed me to refer to him exclusively as Cederic if I come. Never mind the notion of assuming a name and the ridiculousness of that but Cederic. He asked me if I wanted a name too, so I'm thinking of Skylar. It's starting to dawn on me that photography is a very gay profession in the stereotypical sense. Or at least the strait guys seem 10 times more gay than the gay guys.
Borko and I took Ari to Yakitori Oh Taisho on saturday. He was off the wall happy this weekend. I threatened never to hang out with him again if he didn't make some friends in queens so it turns out he had some old friends he never calls. Well he finally called them and they introduced him to a few other brazilian guys who invited him to parties they're throwing next week. New York has tremendous potential energy. All you need to do is get your ass out there, so to speak. So saturday he was excited to go dancing and showed us his big muscles. I eat at the yakitori place 45 times a week so I ordered him the best stuff: raw beef sashimi, whole grilled calamari, japanese pork ribs which are their speciality, and the modestly named, barbecued "chicken chunk". Also some shishito peppers and grilled leeks wrapped in pork belly. Ari loved it all and we got him a fruity girls drink and told him it was a manly japanese mans drink and he loved that too.
Posted on Wednesday, July 13, 2005, 2:09 PM
Comments
Hey big bitch do you call that 98% alcohol girls stuff? I dropped some of it on the table and the thing burned a hole on it. When I was in train on my way home I breathed in a guy's face and he passed out in 5 seconds. Girls stuff indeed.
Posted by: Ari on July 14, 2005 2:07 AM
That happens on the subway even when you're not drinking. Are you sure that alcohol was strait?
Posted by: Casa de Punk on July 14, 2005 2:16 AM
Uhu, olha o MUC do Ari!!!
hahahaha
Posted by: Rita on July 16, 2005 11:00 PM