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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 nice day to play hooky - or - everyone forgot to tell me the office is closed

For those of you outside of and far away from New York, you won't fully appreciate the magnitude of my next statement - the heat has broken, finally. A breezy day in the 80s and a lazy Friday (everyone seems to be treating 4th of July like a week-long patriotism extravaganza) is exactly what I needed and it seems this city as well.

A great lazy 4th for the Ossining crew. Ran some much needed errands, took my cousins out to lunch, and spent the afternoon stewing in the pool and fulfilling a desire, what Sheryl Crow aptly yearned, "I wanna soak up the sun." Played it safe wth spf 30, so I don't look too much like a tomato.

My aunt and I have planned this day for a while - work until early afternoon and then play in SoHo - go out for salads, the Swatch store nearby, and then even one last romp in Lee Bul's interactive karoke chambers at the New Museum before the exhibit closes (the NYT warns, very soon). I stood outside the locked door of the office a spell, and impatient, went across the street to browse (and ultimately make some purchases at Ann Taylor loft). Came back and finally got let in (it is 11am after all) to learn that no one is working today - so I can come in, arrange my Fellini papers and sort out the Ted Perry stuff before I return to MoMA on Monday...

it's good. I need a little time to collect my thoughts, send a few emails, and not be distracted by the hustle and bustle of this transit-central of an office, and the afternoon will be a real treat.

I had to buy a new metrocard today, so it's official, today is my 30-day anniversary as a stand-in New Yorker.

Good "Weekend Section" in the Times this morning... PS 1's Mexico exhibit and Joan Mitchell at the Whitney (an especially well-written review, from which, I am appropriating the phrase: in the pink of health). Check it out if you can.

Happy 5th of July all, since patriotism has swelled to the point where a one-day BBQ and fireworks day has stretched into a several day, red-white-and-blue boasting extravaganza.
posted by lmjasinski at 10:43 AM