ten things nineteen

1.  overheard:
-...and then they were all like 'what is your concept?' and I was like 'um, I want to make paintings and sell them to tourists for lots of money' and then they just looked at me and I was all 'what, do you want me to say something about Foucault or some shit like that?'
-god, I'm sick of art talk. let's talk about something else.
-yeah. ok.

(pause)

-have you ever really been in love?

2.
3.  i have never felt more athletic than i did when ice skating with my south african friends.  they were falling all over the place, trying to keep their balance on the slick "devil water" and i was just laughing and laughing.  then i did a triple sou cow.  and made a field goal.  Heart of Darkness, what?!

4.  head-bare, un-locked even. shorn on a whim.

5.  big shout out to all my peeps in the financial aid department of Indiana University.  go Hoosiers.

6.  my local grocery store, which is a total scene.  people really get checked out, if you catch my drift.  but no one really eyeballs other people.  they  size  each other up based on the contents of their carts.  twelve TV dinners and a can of kidney beans?  walk on by.  herb-infused olive oil, organic strawberries, and dental floss?  ooh can i get your number, baby?  meanwhile Freemasons Beyonce remixes bump from the massive speakers in the bakery, the disco balls in the wine aisle spin and spin, and i hide the beef jerky i just put in my cart under a wedge of camembert and bag of baby carrots.

7.  i can't hear the ocean from my flat and i can only see a sliver of it between the skyscrapers. but at night if i open all the windows and turn out the lights i can smell it loud and clear.

8.  working at the gallery, which sounds so glamorous.  i love it when i have too say things like sorry, i can't make it to lunch.  i'm at the gallery on thursday.  some days it is all studio visits and long brunches with artists and Ziggy Stardust and gold foil screen print tees and Brie, but more often than not it's more like four hours of hot gluing plastic tubing to a sheet of newspaper followed by a few hours of sitting and staring and waiting for the phone to ring.

9.
boss: I know you didn't ask for pork on your sandwich, but I got it for you anyway. Did you eat it?
me: yeah
boss: I really just wanted to see if you were Jewish. Turns out, you're not.

10. The Collector (and the Art Mob), Terry Allen

His lonely
is only
A blank space
in the hallway
On the wallway
Between the hanging
Of paintings
Of lonely
that ain't lonely
At all...
Well...the Art Mob's out tonight
Yeah...the Art Mob's out tonight
Ahhh...you better look good
Yeah...you better act right
'Cause,
the Art Mob's out tonight
(repeat)
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa



 

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