it all started when i arrived at the chinatown bus stop. i was sitting in the waiting room which smelled like urine, waiting for amanda, when i saw this petite girl walk by. her face was very familiar, her black pony tail bounced in a familiar way and i remembered seeing eyes like hers before but i couldn't place her. as im staring at her, she starts staring back at me. we recognized that we both thought we new each other and thus must know each other and ran towards each other in confusion. while i was running it hit me. she was my first cities class t.a., misa. we caught up-- she is working with pose, a bridge group for colleges. it was so nice to see her and tell her about old professors and hear about life after a cities degree (she had worked as a paralegal for a while at an international law firm but hated it). she caught the one o'clock bus and i waited for the one thirty.
when we got to new york the f wasn't running downtown so we had to go way uptown to get the q and take it back downtown. we arrived at faccia's close to five. she opened the door in her smock because that afternoon she had decided to paint her wall with clay. when we got in the apartment the living room furniture was pushed in the center of the room and the walls were three different colors of clay. not, each wall was a different color. every wall was all three colors. we were hungry so we heated up a cabbage casarole she was inspired to make after eating sheapards pie at a friends, but she didn't have meat so she recreated it with vegetables and seeds. she finished her project and we went to the MoMA.
the exibition was beautifuly and interestingly displayed. we arrived at the front of the building where there was a single video projected. as we walked around the side of the building we passed a gyro/shwarma cart that smelled amazing and made a note of it. on the side of the building two of the videos were being screened at the same time and the simultaniousness of the stories became clear. we watched the entire video cat power was in and it actually made us dislike the videos themselves because it became clear that these were not normal people. they were beautiful people doing normal things. so this was not the city being projected as a reflection of itself. it had a sort of modeling agenda. but anyway...
we went to the sculpture garden where four screens were projected. the sculpture garden was amazing because there was this weird stuff on the ground that children discovered made an "out of this world" sort of sound if you ran and scuffed your feet simultaniously. it was entertaining to watch these little beings get such a kick out of themselves while making such a comical noise. after watching them for a while, amanda and i realized that nothing was stopping us from doing it except age and expectation so we started and it was as good as it looked. elaine and some very strange (stranger than elaine even!) woman showed up and brought faccia dark chocolate pudding and key lime pie. amanda and i tried it but said, "no, thanks, we are getting gyros!" and we did. on our way out of the sculpture garden we saw a woman yelling at (presumably) her child for the noise-making so we scuff/ran our way out of the garden to the gyro stand.
amanda and i split a gigantic plate of meat, rice, lettuce, tzatziki and pita for 2.50 each (so much cheaper than copenhagen so i had to put the price in). it was un-fucking-believable. we had lost faccia so she called and we met up. elaine needed the bathroom so we went to the hilton and watched all of the guests come and go. i have never seen so many high heels in my life. it was a beautiful, almost hollywood, sight. needless to say we did not fit in.
once we were warm and everyone had used the bathroom we took the a train to brooklyn, switched to the f and got off at high street to go to the women's party. the party was for the closing of an arts collective faccia is friends with. they are being evicted and wanted to throw one last party. when we got there there were at least 100 women there. i'm going to go out on a limb and say they were all gay as well. the activity for the night was turkish oil wrestling. we were crammed into a tiny room to watch the show and all i could see was random limbs covered in oil shooing into the air and then back down again. it was hel-ar-ious. after a couple hours of not being able to breath, amanda and i pushed our way out to the bigger room and saw faccia. after some introductions we left. when we got outside there was a line around the block. it was unbelievable.
i met my friend claire (a bryn mawr alumn) at dizzy's for brunch and we caught up. another cities major and another look into life after college (she is working at a paper store). after brunch we were really full so the three of us met up with faccia and elaine to take faccia's friend lou's dog, abbey, for a walk in prospect park. she was beautiful and i ran with her until we were out of energy (well actually she could have kept going but i was pooped). we brough her back to lou and he told us updates on the killer coke campaign (he started it), fed us his birthday cake and he reminded me of the guy in "on beauty" but i kind of think all academics will have that effect on me now. his wife was just in bolivia and i really wanted to meet her but, alas, she was not there.
after the dog walking, we headed back to faccia's, grabbed our stuff and went home.
amazing weekend.
when we got to new york the f wasn't running downtown so we had to go way uptown to get the q and take it back downtown. we arrived at faccia's close to five. she opened the door in her smock because that afternoon she had decided to paint her wall with clay. when we got in the apartment the living room furniture was pushed in the center of the room and the walls were three different colors of clay. not, each wall was a different color. every wall was all three colors. we were hungry so we heated up a cabbage casarole she was inspired to make after eating sheapards pie at a friends, but she didn't have meat so she recreated it with vegetables and seeds. she finished her project and we went to the MoMA.
the exibition was beautifuly and interestingly displayed. we arrived at the front of the building where there was a single video projected. as we walked around the side of the building we passed a gyro/shwarma cart that smelled amazing and made a note of it. on the side of the building two of the videos were being screened at the same time and the simultaniousness of the stories became clear. we watched the entire video cat power was in and it actually made us dislike the videos themselves because it became clear that these were not normal people. they were beautiful people doing normal things. so this was not the city being projected as a reflection of itself. it had a sort of modeling agenda. but anyway...
we went to the sculpture garden where four screens were projected. the sculpture garden was amazing because there was this weird stuff on the ground that children discovered made an "out of this world" sort of sound if you ran and scuffed your feet simultaniously. it was entertaining to watch these little beings get such a kick out of themselves while making such a comical noise. after watching them for a while, amanda and i realized that nothing was stopping us from doing it except age and expectation so we started and it was as good as it looked. elaine and some very strange (stranger than elaine even!) woman showed up and brought faccia dark chocolate pudding and key lime pie. amanda and i tried it but said, "no, thanks, we are getting gyros!" and we did. on our way out of the sculpture garden we saw a woman yelling at (presumably) her child for the noise-making so we scuff/ran our way out of the garden to the gyro stand.
amanda and i split a gigantic plate of meat, rice, lettuce, tzatziki and pita for 2.50 each (so much cheaper than copenhagen so i had to put the price in). it was un-fucking-believable. we had lost faccia so she called and we met up. elaine needed the bathroom so we went to the hilton and watched all of the guests come and go. i have never seen so many high heels in my life. it was a beautiful, almost hollywood, sight. needless to say we did not fit in.
once we were warm and everyone had used the bathroom we took the a train to brooklyn, switched to the f and got off at high street to go to the women's party. the party was for the closing of an arts collective faccia is friends with. they are being evicted and wanted to throw one last party. when we got there there were at least 100 women there. i'm going to go out on a limb and say they were all gay as well. the activity for the night was turkish oil wrestling. we were crammed into a tiny room to watch the show and all i could see was random limbs covered in oil shooing into the air and then back down again. it was hel-ar-ious. after a couple hours of not being able to breath, amanda and i pushed our way out to the bigger room and saw faccia. after some introductions we left. when we got outside there was a line around the block. it was unbelievable.
i met my friend claire (a bryn mawr alumn) at dizzy's for brunch and we caught up. another cities major and another look into life after college (she is working at a paper store). after brunch we were really full so the three of us met up with faccia and elaine to take faccia's friend lou's dog, abbey, for a walk in prospect park. she was beautiful and i ran with her until we were out of energy (well actually she could have kept going but i was pooped). we brough her back to lou and he told us updates on the killer coke campaign (he started it), fed us his birthday cake and he reminded me of the guy in "on beauty" but i kind of think all academics will have that effect on me now. his wife was just in bolivia and i really wanted to meet her but, alas, she was not there.
after the dog walking, we headed back to faccia's, grabbed our stuff and went home.
amazing weekend.
posted by Rachel at 5:26 PM
1 Comments:
well, isn't your life just fabulous and boho? i'm totally jealous. except for the cabbage part. after two weeks in dublin i've managed to avoid it, which is harder than it sounds because that shit is everywhere masquarading as lettuce.
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