Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
a girl about town

First of all, i didn't see the real world reunion, but I am with Kristin in that Tonya still (and forever after) sucks. But I think she was a little harsh on the new Counting Crows album. I think tracks 1, 2, and 7 are very good. Maybe that means that the other 12 are comparatively sub-par - but to come upon 3 new great songs is gift enough from Adam and the boys.

So the girl about town sits down to catch up on her blog although she knows that morning comes in less than six hours. I feel like most nights have been running later than my usual 5:36 express from Grand Central. Last week brought the Whitney opening. Like most openings - it's better to snack and mooch the open bar rather than fight the crowds to see the art work. Just like MoMA, I need to schedule another trip there to see what it was I should have been seeing in the first place. Also, art openings come hand and guilded hand with cocktails; but for me, I don't like looking at art or having to sound articulate for that matter half in the bag. So I like to keep the two ordeals separate. I also can't look at art when I am hungry, my attention span is simply incapable. In A Moveable Feast, Hemingway has a long passage about how he preferred to look at Van Goghs on an empty stomach, how the saturated violets and colors some how soothed and nourished him. I think he was over-glamorizing and trying to make his poverty sound macho - sort of like, if he were more successful and tying down a healthy salary you know he'd be drinking whiskey and eating cream sauce dinners in Paris, but alas, he was nourishing his soul on fine brushstrokes. How civilized?

This weekend I went boating on the Hudson - past West Point and about two hours up from Ossining and then back again. I enjoyed getting some sun and just generally kicking back. I opted not to swim in the river water, but I did take a dip in the nice and antiseptic pool at the Courtland Yacht Club. The whole day was super relaxing. When we got home, I watched as much of AI as I could stomach and called it a night.

Sunday - oh the adventures John and I had in SoHo, Chinatown, and Little Italy - en route to killing time and meeting Nates at JFK. We took a long ride on the A train, but made it somewhere to some far off burrough and met Nathan's plane. Thankfull, he had the wherewithall to spring for a cab back to Manhattan. We set up shop in a hotel room near Times Square and went down to a Chinese place in Murray Hill for cheap Tsing Taos and noodles. Then we loaded up on 40s of Corona, took a new subway line (the N & R - new to me) and went back to the hotel, drank too much, played cards and eventually flopped into bed. I slept a little late and waltzed into SoHo with the rest of my lazy and tardy officemates.

On Monday, I went in and talked to my returning from vacation boss - mostly about me, my objectives and what have you. Hanhardt fed me some compliments and we're scheduled to have lunch and a "career session" soon. After an hour with my boss I met Nathan outside for what will be my third lunch in three days at the New Era Cafe (highly recommend it to the SoHo window shoppers). We chowed, I drank some OJ to replenish my poor and exhausted body, and we bought him a map to navigate the long journey to the upper west side.

Today brought Andrea after her MoMA interview. I took her to New Era and then to Rodeo (where we ended up meeting quite the entourage - but a happy six-some we were!) and then to a garden party on the way-upper east side at the Cooper Hewitt Design Museum. Who knew this would be such a scene - but my oh my, it was. it was a lot of fun, a pretty corporate crowd - but something I'd return to in the future. Then off to Grand Central with Nate and John (it's so nice to have commuter friends) and then back here to Ossining.

It has been a busy few days - two LONG days of work ahead and then a weekend where I get to play all again. Plus Sunday marks the season opener of Sex and the City ~ so my plans are cemented that night (how excited am I to see Sarah Jessica's new nose and Miranda's new baby??). Well, all the same, it's been a nice week and my social life needed the solid, electrical kick in the ass to get its groove on. I feel like a New Yorker again and tapped into an art world and it's so so nice to be in colorful company. Ah, to be young in the city. Sometimes only cities - where everyone is working and professional can make you feel energetic and young. I have lots of new links and cds to discuss and post - but we'll settle here for the time being, bedtime calls.

thank you dear readers, keep checking and I promise to update this more frequently.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:18 PM