Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Ari's IPOD
I’m going to start writing things again…maybe. So I’ll start with this. Ari got back from Brazil with a bag full of candy, coffee and flip-flops for me. He got a free ipod shuffle for opening an account at his new bank so he proudly presented it to me to add brazilian music I play for him at work, especially that famous Tamba Trio song Mas Que Nada. Since he hates hip hop, I slipped in some Damien Marley. Lil’ Kim, The Game, Amerie and that Mos Def song "Umi Says". To understand the rest of this story you should know that Ari hates any reference or mention of bodily functions. Like: “Euwww, that’s gross man, gross gross gross!!!” And he always overreacts when he’s tricked and makes a big scene so playing practical jokes on him is almost a requirement. You can imagine what happened when he was on the bus, all happy, with his big noise canceling headphones from sharper image and, after the first song finished he suddenly heard an incredibly loud “PFFFFLHUUUUUUUGGGGG!!!! PGGGRRRGGG….PFLEEEEE!!!” I filled the thing with farts, he could press forward and back but about 80 percent of the songs were farts so it didn’t matter. I wish I could have been there. He sent me this:
From: Ari
Subject: BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Date: November 23, 2005 1:57:00 AM EST
Damn big BITCH !!!!!!!!
You filled my ipod with your farts, farts and more farts! Now I have to clean that fartPod thing with alcohol and bleach. BITCH,BITCH,BITCH.
Here is some pictures from Brazil. A public telephone full if sticks advertising lesbian sex, hairy women, shaved women and something more.
There is some art inside the Sao Paulo subway plus a kind of garden inside the same subway.
I'm still planing to wriggle your neck for what you did with my ipod.
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
THERE'S NO WAY LIKE THE AMERICAN WAY
I'll write about all the sad stuff I was going to write about soon. But first I'll post this. Borko has been noticing this famous Margaret Bourke White photograph everywhere after I put up the bush cartoon above it over my desk. I probably should post stuff like this promply and write about intelligent things or good jokes which are the bulk of my conversations rather than hawking up pseudo intellectual luggies like I usually do here. I haven't been excited about writing lately. Interesting stories and adventures have been languishing in my cell phone yappings. So this is dated.
I really like most of Steve Bell's cartoons in the Guardian except for the british political mishigas which I don't remotely understand. I posted this on my wall last month to piss off the horrible conservative girl we all have to deal with at work.
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Wednesday, November 09, 2005
LAST WEEK
Alex came to visit the week before last. He started a new band; it’s sort of middle eastern/dub/dance played by punk rock kids. Sounds fucking great actually. Reminded me of The Juan Maclean. I wish I had hung out in spain and paris with them this summer. Musicians don’t always have the life but they do get around. Shrewdly, he picks his dayjobs for maximum side benefits: like working part time for an airline so he can hop on a plane for free, anywhere in the world. Similarly, he was eating at a hip bakery cafe in SF one day and fell in love with the quality of the french food and the quality of the beautiful women that worked there. So he immediately got a job there too. Smart guy. I work in a laboratory. My building feels like a kind of like a cross between a star trek convention and that hospital Robin Williams worked at in Awakenings. I find myself getting into situations like the HBO show extras. I’ll see someone I went to medical school with in a hall and turn around to try to pretend I have something else to do but they go “hey andy!!!” and we have a long enough conversation to establish that they have nothing to say at which point I have to suddenly remember that I forgot a gel in the oven upstairs, I’d really better run before it like burns but nice to see you. Thank god for Ari who usually keeps things interesting but is off in brazil this week.
Alex and I are always trying to show each other a good time so when he arrived Sunday evening we went over to have dinner at my friend’s parent’s new apartment. Her dad is a well deserved big deal in art (like got annoyed at the Met and decided to have his retrospective at Moma instead big) so he has a spectacular place overlooking the Hudson with pretty framed things to look at and a cute cat. It was especially spectacular for me since he’s as much a photographer as he is a painter. He had some amazing stuff like self portraits of (I don’t want to get art googled so I’ll abbreviate) C. Sherman impersonating him and his wife. I remember beautiful photos of twins made to look very identical in pose and complexion with a merge of the two in the center. Such that you didn't know that they weren't all the same person without an explaination.
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