February 15, 2013 at 11:56 pm (Uncategorized)

I’m stunned and shocked that I got to live to the specific moment when a museum is doing a show based on a time and place I once inhabited as a kind of “ah yes, remember when?” trip down memory lane; a guilt trip to make us all feel bad for being alive now instead of when things were cool… but then of course, I was alive then too. So I get to feel like I have a gold star next to my name or at least a pat on my head for having hung in there this long. Or something.

Unrelated, there were two things happening this evening in close proximity to each other. In my mind, I like to picture that they were the result of some hedge fund managers’ meeting gone awry, where everyone started playing around with some really shit bath salts, but likely they had nothing to do with one another:

1. A man – in a suit and tie – was standing on 6th Avenue, laughing maniacally, at the top of his lungs. I went into a tea shop and asked the people how long he’d been doing that, and they rolled their eyes – at least 20 minutes, maybe more. As I ordered my maté with soy milk and waited for it to correctly steep, this guy’s creepy wails of laughter were wafting into the store, and I had to fight the urge to run.

2. Up further on 6th Avenue (only a few blocks away) two yuppie guys came tearing up the street. Although it was crowded and they were plowing into people left and right, they seemed to not notice at all, and to be intent on running full speed. Eventually one turned down a corner and the other, trying to catch up, tripped. He landed face first with a huge SPLAT on the concrete; one of his shoes abandoned maybe 10 feet behind him. It was shocking to watch another human being hit the ground so hard, and several passersby asked if he was ok (honestly, I think it was impossible that the guy hadn’t broken something or at least gotten severely bruised). Slightly stunned but looking otherwise oblivious, the guy got up and started to run again at full speed.

These two incidents happened within maybe 10 minutes of each other.

It was weird and upsetting. I don’t like to be around people who are having strange reactions to drugs, or mental illness, or just testosterone – it terrifies me. I felt, just as an observer, really rattled by the whole thing, and rushed to get on my train home. In my mind, I was half-jokingly thinking, “You know, if NYC is going to be both expensive AND filled with weirdos, it’s not worth it… it was one thing when it was cheap and full of weirdos…” And then I had the rush of hatred fill me, as I started to think about how differently things would have played out had a person of color or homeless person or anyone not white, male, and in a suit, been doing exactly the same thing…

And, I don’t know. I don’t think you’re really supposed to think that anymore.



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My video from Miami

February 11, 2013 at 11:39 am (Uncategorized)

You know what I never posted?

My video from Miami. Geez. Way to go, Amy.

Here it is. My one comment is that it runs a bit faster when it’s just looping on an ipad, so if the timing seems slow viewing it online, it is. But so it goes.

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