Tonight: opening at
Edwynn Houk Gallery for
Laura Letinsky's photographs.
And then following up, a performance at PS122 called
Best Western
and...then (rumor has it)
Jim O'Rourke is dj'ing at
Tonic. At midnight.
"... jim promises that he'll throw a 'tribute to jun togawa' this nite!! he has huge collection of this super amazing avantgardepop singer who was so charismatic in '80s in japan."
oh.
whata
night!
First on today's agenda: Profess that I have reason to believe the NYTimes has been combing my site for editorial ideas:
Three Note Mystery Haunts Riders on No.2 Line.
And then, I've been thinking about ...
Tools with which one can make her life sound much more intriguing than it necessarily is:
Describe the lighting.
Identify ~and categorize~ the music.
Order something with bitters in it.
Run into someone you know, someone unique and aloof, drift through the details...
Vaguely observe the environment, allude to the eccentric as mundane...
For example:
What I'm inclined to tell you (all events actually happened):
After the sun set, we were compelled to walk towards the river. Turned south after the glass factory, passed that homeless guy who air-boxes with himself or with an imaginary opponent... wonder if he's simply getting himself a little excercise, or if he's quite delusional. Walked towards a vague red neon glow until we saw the row of motorcycles parked in front of the deco renovated dining car. Someone on cellphone out front, someone who's silhouette is familiar....tall, slight, someone in a tie. It's Benjamin, he's making arrangements. We wave and step into the dining car and slink into a booth. Deep red vinyl cushions. We slouch, order gingerale with whiskey and bitters, and food. Bartender played a Stereolab so old it's practically vintage...
What the same string of events more accurately felt like:
We hadn't eaten since leftovers at lunch. Watched Simpsons rerun. Watched Seinfeld rerun. Put stamps on some bills.... dropped into mail box on the way to Relish, since it's closer than Diner, and we're lazy. Walk past a crazy boxing guy on the way. Saw Benjamin out front there. Glad he's wearing his tie. Ate iceburg lettuce salad. Chicken with waffles. Beets. Discussed the impossiblity of finding a new apartment which has now become necessary which makes us need a drink. Paid check. Walked home... got back to work on the computer.
Yeah, so if you hear of any affordable apartments in Williamsburg, Bklyn, available mid-March, First stop L, One bedroom, um,
drop me a note.
