Monday, February 28
time
12:03 PM
Friday, February 25
i read a few entries from journals i exchanged with friends in the early 90s. i wanted to write back and forth but never managed to finish any of them. i did remember by reading, how different i was. i don't remember if i had concrete dreams back then. i do think i had more energy and innocence was bliss. oh wait, that should be ignorance. hmmmm... i used to write short paragraphs that were almost poems and they are still quite good. i would not feel comfortable putting the same words down today. have my thoughts become shortcuts? ----- tomorrow there's a beauty sale at the office. while i have about 30 bottles of nail polish, half of which i have not opened, i will continue to purchase more. and while i have about 10 different perfumes, i cannot resist new bottles. in the face of mortality, shopping helps. if i was to become immortal, i don't think anything would help. talk about a nightmare. who would want to live "forever"?
12:21 AM
Wednesday, February 23
"Today is 'yuanxiaojie,' or the Lantern Festival, which marks the end of the Chinese New Year celebrations. Often compared to Halloween, children go out at night carrying bright lanterns in shapes of animals. Traditionally, the festival also served as a day for romance. Matchmakers busily paired chaperoned couples, and those with the brightest lanterns were deemed good prospects."
5:57 PM
serendipity
4:56 PM
Sunday, February 20
the gates... intellectually i like them. free art even the homeless can enjoy, brought millions of tourist $ into nyc, gives "art" prominence, doesn't hurt anyone (unless one of them crushes innocent bystanders), project has a clean aesthetic. the execution didn't live up to the hype. first of all, they remind me of buddhist flags/structures, shinto i've been told. this is nice except the orange also is exactly like the "under construction" orange you see everywhere in this town. there is something clunky about their base. the hundreds of people walking, gawking, taking pictures didn't help either. i felt like a fly summoned by fly paper. "one of us" it's strange. on one hand i like their simplicity, or i feel like i should like it. yet i feel like something is missing. perhaps christo and freaky wife should have revised their idea over the past 26 years. i wonder if they did. ----- in other news, i have been battling a bad cold.
8:43 PM
Monday, February 14
a few days ago i started reading The Lovely Bones. it's such an intense, down of a book. i have to finish it but then i must find something "happy". happy! oh, and i don't know if i'll ever be able to watch an awards show again. the grammy's, the oscars, all the other trophies... they must be excuses to air commercials. no value otherwise. when i'm king merit will matter.
11:31 PM
happy hallmark day!
12:27 PM
Wednesday, February 9
happy chinese new year!
last night mom and i rented "i, robot". will smith wasn't the best choice. he seemed a bit minor for the part. he's pleasant enough but christian bale would have rocked. afterwards we caught the last 3/4ths of "tom and viv", a movie about t.s. eliot and his wife. i have to rent it to catch the beginning. i had no idea he was such a horrible character. he was so cold and managed to isolate himself in a cocoon of selfishness and vanity. of course hearsay is difficult to judge and the movie certainly was skewed against him. still, i've loved his poetry for years and now i find it hard to swallow. i read online he wrote in his will a clause that forbade any official biographies to be written about him. personal life should not interfere with an artist's merit. yet we all have moral responsibilities. to be a genius doesn't excuse miserable behaviour. ok... it excuses it but it doesn't erase it. i'm glad i'm alive today, in this time. the past wasn't easy for women. i take it for granted, how much freedom i enjoy.
3:27 PM
Tuesday, February 8
i came across an interesting article today: read and see
it's strange the author views it as busy work for the old women. it could be in the whitney museum i think. why ask "why"? just because they're geriatric vs. hip kids in williamsburg?! maybe the art world in australia is much more rigid. but when you can have trash bags in a clear plastic box and display it as art (damien hirst did this - i detest him), why not have this amazing display be recognized as "art"?
regardless, i think i know what i'll be doing in my old age...
4:30 PM
Friday, February 4
very well written site w/ not so great quality photos of romania. i miss being there. check it out
6:48 PM
