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Saturday, January 31, 2004 sickies This is day 6 that I have been sick. I don't even know what I have. Some sort of morphing cold/flu thing. I have little appetite. I have been continuing to work hard and take care of things even though yesterday was the first day I'd been out since Monday. Something's gotta give. Vitamin C, Nyquill, aspirin, multivitamins, changing bedsheets, opening windows and airing out the apartment, shaking out rugs, chicken soup... I just need to get better already. Thursday, January 29, 2004 How many OJs does it take...? Yesterday there were 4 different types of Tropicana orange juice in the fridge.  Today there are 3 because I finished the Grovestand. late posting I've been so busy that I have not had an opportunity to post everything I want here. Last week Sherry's (and Kristian Burford's) art show was written about in the New York Times:  What it actually says is: SHERRY WONG AND KRISTIAN BURFORD, I-20 Gallery, 529 West 20th Street, (212) 645-1100, through Jan. 29. With unfussy immediacy, on birch panels, Ms. Wong draws and paints psychologically pregnant images of herself in fairy tale situations: wandering in enchanted forests, mugged by a tree-man, a slayer of wild animals. Mr. Burford offers an impressively realized Freudian peep show: through holes in a curtained enclosure, you behold a naked young man — hyperrealistically rendered in fiberglass — sprawled on a bed in an old sewing room (his late mother's, the wall text says) with his fingers dangling in a goblet of water (Johnson) living in a dull vaccuum my macroeconomics professor, who's class I have tonight, is the most unengaging professor I have ever met. Last week I had to stop myself from asking him why we (the class) should remain interested in what he's teaching (besides for the sake of our grades. I HATE people in school who are just interested in being rated on their performance) since he does nothing to drum up interest. He could at least pretend to have a personality. Tuesday, January 27, 2004 a merge made in heaven My program in school is as though I am going to film school and business school at the same time. It's awesome. Feels well-rounded and therefore actually practical. Sunday, January 25, 2004 fat people are yummy? are animals who (sometimes) prey on humans more interested in fat people with more "meat" on them than thinner people? How about animals preying on other animals; are they more interested in the fat ones? Thursday, January 22, 2004 skool stuff < puke >ooh, the Olsen twins are coming to my school< /puke >; but thankfully nowhere near my program. Jade is THRILLED, though, begging me to get their autographs for her. It's amazing that the Olsens are filthy rich off a bunch of rabid 7 year olds. Speaking of which, I'm really enjoying the program I'm in at NYU. I love being with assorted people or assorted ages and backgrounds and I think that my major seems like a good meld of creative concepts, art, business and finance. trannie landlocked Sherry claims that something like Trannie Island was already done in England but it sounds somewhat different from me and Rahmin's idea. Most of what Sherry said about the British version is "the hot girl is really a man". Wednesday, January 21, 2004 trannie island New idea for a reality TV show: Trannie Island. Similar to many of these other crap reality shows, there is one single person choosing from a preselected group of possible partners. One man, 20 women. 10 of the women are real women and the other 10 are transvestites or transsexuals. Like on Boy Meets Boy where they threw a bunch of straight men into the mix. The guy has to narrow it down to one "woman", at which point she might really be a man. Rahmin says the tagline would be "which witch is a bitch" which is funny but not right. step back, the crack is black I spent a lot of time at Rebel Rebel yesterday (I always somehow forget they exist even though they are one of the NYC record stores with the most stuff that I like) and also to Bleecker and got some cool records. Soon I will record a demo. Today I picked up the latest Supergrass LP from the post office where they were holding it for ransom. Sometimes what I call Big Beat, they call Trip Hop. I think of Trip Hop as somewhat tolerable ravey music but not the stuff I like but I guess it's a catch-all term since I don't think most Americans are familiar with the term Big Beat. Tonight is the first night of class for this semester. It will be much more pleasurable to get out of class at 9pm when the weather is better. For now, sucksville. I got a cheapie silver notebook with dots of metallic-ness on the cover. Next semester I get the N'Sync Trapper Keeper. Tuesday, January 20, 2004 God's Yellow Pages How did I ever live without the Bible at my fingertips, sorted for my convenience? reflux sometimes I get acid reflux bad. I have not figured out the pattern yet but I'll tell you if I do. I wake up in the middle of the night with my esophagus in flames and swig some cherry flavored mylanta. The other day Amanda and I had a conversation about our Maalox and Mylanta bottles and then we knew for sure that we're getting old. Or perhaps we are merely too decadent in our lifestyles. Last night was fun. I had a really great time conversating with Sherry and Amanda at Boogaloo. I don't get to have in person, deep conversations with my close friends as much as I'd like. Skeletor was coming onto Sherry and I a bit but not nearly as much as last time (she was more sober this time) and it was great having friends to help deflect. I am itching to get a regular (monthly?) night to DJ somewhere. I MUST make a demo. I also have to classify myself because I can't pitch myself by saying "um, uh, I play all sorts of stuff but really, I promise, people of all kinds will like it, uh, yeah." Sunday, January 18, 2004 some pics, little words I don't have much patience to write very much right now. These are some cool pictures I haven't put up before:  We saw this band 'Scatter the Ashes' last night. My cousin Jason manages them. They were good.  I miss the nice weather. I've been staying in too much.  Trina with one of her cute, smush-faced kitties.   If Rahmin and I were a couple with deformed heads (or in those Steve Madden shoe ads).  Everybody seems to really like this photo of me in the snow.  Another cool photo courtesy of Matt (first thing in the morning). Thursday, January 15, 2004 I thought the socks was over ...and then I just saw a commercial for some company called Bar None. It's the same dog sock puppet as the long-gone pets.com used. I liked the puppet's pets.com commercial personality better. the crazy lady is back (and more) Awhile back (at least a year) this writer woman (let's call her Ms. X) was referred to me as a possible client whom I would build a website for. We met in person and emailed a lot and I quoted her a really good price. After some hemming and hawing she balked, saying she found someone who would do it cheaper and she didn't understand why my quote was so high. I told her that I had given her a really good price and could not go any lower and wished her the best of luck, knowing that anyone who could quote her a significantly lower price was going to suck. 6 months later she contacts me again saying that I was right and the person she hired did, in fact, suck. She asked me if I would work with her (again) and I agreed to, partly because I needed money and because I believe in her work (she writes children's books to help children deal with tragedy like terrorism and discrimination). I know she means well but is not decisive enough and too "frugal". I created an amazing design for her site which she (and everyone else) loved and the ball was rolling. Not! Although she was happy with everything I had done, I began receiving emails from her about her car payments and taking her kid to college and her basement leaking, and all sorts of reasons why she couldn't afford her site. I offered her a payment plan where she could pay me gradually but she didn't like that idea. Yet she still wanted production on her site to continue. Huh wha? I continued to try to work things out with her but she wasn't willing to work with me. I always felt like she was always trying to get me to do it for free (or almost free) because she has troubles in her life and writes nice books. Like I don't have to support myself too. Finally, I gave up and stopped emailing her. Working with her would have been more trouble than it was worth. Then, yesterday, (about 6 months after our last correspondence) I receive an email from her asking if I would still be interested in working with her. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Tuesday, January 13, 2004 preemptive spring I've been getting rid of things. Sort of a preemptive spring cleaning. Today I put aside several articles of clothing which I like but don't wear. Some of them I even have a mild emotional attachment to. I already have several other bags of stuff to get rid of. I still have lots of clothes. How do I amass so much and still have trouble finding something to wear? In addition to clothes, I also have a bunch of records to get rid of. I really want to go through with that idea I have for a yard sale party. We rent a space and people rent plots of land from us on which to sell their things. Add beer and some live music and we've got a party. I could bring in a lot of people but I'm not confident that I alone could bring in enough people to make it a success. I'm looking for someone else (or several someone else's) to join forces with on this. Saturday, January 10, 2004 Holly's Birthday (last night)   We went to Blue Ribbon Oysters (although none of us actually had any oysters). I had the fried chicken which had been recommended but I was not terribly impressed. It was allright but nothing to write home about. The collard greens that came with it were better. Great, in fact. The staff was incredibly pleasant. That's about it. Later we went to the L.E.S. for more celebrating but the toilet at Welcome to the Jonhson's overflowed and flooded the place so we ended up across the street instead. surprise fortune 2004 I wasn't quite comfortable with the note on which the new year started. I was aware of things significantly souring in the lives of some folks I know and when Rahmin began exhibiting symptoms of bad kidneys (this is a serious, chronic thing with him) a mere 5 hours before the new year started, I was concerned that the tone was being set for a turbulent 2004. Surely there were some lovely things as well. I had a great time with everyone here celebrating on New Years Eve and it seemed like everyone had a decent time as well. The champagne was good but the cheese was better. But, SURPRISE! Good things have been happening this past week. -Holly got a job a mere 2 weeks after graduating. She will be freelance beauty assistant at Teen Vogue. -I won my appeal (Dept of Labor: me vs. DLI). Yay! -Finally Rob got fired from DLI after something like 3 miserable years there. -I have a bunch of potential good freelance projects which will pay decently and keep me going when school starts up again without me having to go to a crappy office or shovel shit for crap pay. Thursday, January 08, 2004 art, hair, booze yesterday Merry and I saw the Currin exhibit at the Whitney. I definitely found his paintings to be strange yet compelling, as I think agrees with the general consensus on his work. I really appreciate that he has several different styles of painting the human face and that he paints hands with a unique life-like-ness. I was confused by the women with the big round bellies until I read where it said that he paints them that way because he's really into roundness. Okay.  with the camera flash off so the security guards were never the wiser, I just HAD to take a pic of Currin's naked Bea Arthur painting We also checked out the Gorky and Lucas Samaras exhibits but were mostly unimpressed, discussing our respect for Gorky's place in the evolution of modern art but not really enjoying looking at his stuff. After the museum and a glass of wine and a Lone Star Beer, I went to Shorty the Barber for a haircut and I made a bold change (with Merry's help). I love my haircut. Pics I should have put up before  when I'm home a lot, I buy lots of produce.  it was hard to get good photos at this really great but really mobbed Norton Records soul show we recently went to at Southpaw  expedition?  Katy and Phil were in town and came over with Cardinus from Zimbabwe.  Josh got a cardboard cat for Christmas since he's not allowed to have cats in his house. When he showed it to my parent's neurotic cat Priness, Princess flipped  Dad and co. playing music at his birthday party  I tried to take a pic of my dad blowing out his birthday candles but the shutter was long, the room was dark and he walked out of the photo quick. Ghost Dad. New Years   Everyone smoking and bonding in the bathroom on New Years  Me, by the end of New Years Monday, January 05, 2004 precision decisions I find myself often wanting to change the appearance of this blog and then I either do or decide not to but whatever the case, this is a cycle. I truly enjoy the quirky mismatched weirdness of the appearance of this but then sometimes I look at other people's gorgeous, streamlined, soft blogs and I turn green with envy. I should make some other pretty, streamlined things and get it out of my system. This blog is me and I am more the weird, mismatched quirky type (or so I think). Speaking of which: mostly done finally I'm working on some pics to post later (dad's birthday, christmas, the awesome soul show at Southpaw, New Years Eve...) score! Another one for Sherry. Her show has been chosen by the Village Voice Choices
errant style A lot much happens which I do not document in this blog. Often it is because time passes and I forget. Or because time passes and what I was going to write no longer feels relevant. I would like to post more personal stuff but I have reservations which are not necessarily my own. I have heard that someone, whom I never told about this blog, found it anyway and would surely have a problem with me mentioning certain things (even if they claimed not to). BUT, this is MY BLOG so f%&* them. The rain today is making me feel mean. It's 10:05am and I want a cigarette. Friday night was awesome. Rah and I spun at Magnetic Field to a pleasantly crowded and happy crowd including several unexpected friends. Yay!
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