Speaking of fringe science, I spent a better part of the rest of the evening trying to use my mind to spin this tiny paper umbrella underneath a wind shield.
I went to the dermatologist and in the waiting room they had a tv showing a promotion on loop advising me to get a GOLDEN FACIAL. That must cost extra, right?
...and to watch all the joggers go by with all their crazy, varying strides and feel like we were watching some wild, cartoonish parody of animals interacting around a watering hole in the African veldt.
Back in Whistler later that evening, Grant and I were eating dinner outside when we watched a stumbly drunk dude briefly slow down and and artfully pee his name in excellent cursive before lurching onward. Nicely done, Brett!
Busy day! Went back to the hotel for a nap.THIS, by the way, is the hilarious / terrifying entrance to my hotel: Hotel upstairs, MEATSHOP downstairs!.
Sure, you're welcome to stay here. As long as you can overcome your fear of the obvious horror-movie danger of us murdering you in your sleep and SELLING YOU AS FOOD in conveniently-located meatshop downstairs. Haven't you seen the movie, Hostel, you idiot?
They also had this insect which is the most-interesting / terrible thing I'd seen in a long time. A Peanut-head bug! From Wikipedia: "In several countries, such as Ecuador, Colombia and Venezuela, there exists the myth that if somebody is bitten by the machaca, he or she must have sex within 24 hours to prevent an otherwise incurable death. The insect is actually harmless to people."
So amazing / horrifying! (Dear non-vegetarians, I hope you remember this photo next time you tuck into a delicious crab and/or lobster! Ew! Ew! Sea bugs!)
On Saturday afternoon, Ellen invited me over for a hang at their new West Village apartment. Despite living in NYC for 16 years, I still get lost in the West Village all the time. I called Ellen for assistance on the way, "Where are you?" she asked, "I don't know how this is possible," I reluctantly replied, "but I swear I'm at the intersection of Wavery Place & Waverly Place!"
Ellen and I hung out for a while, shooting the shit and watching Youtube videos. Hans was acting a little funny. Later, I found out it was because he was waiting for me to leave so that HE COULD PROPOSE MARRIAGE!
She said yes! ;) Congrats, Ellen & Hans! (And sorry to all you other fellas everywhere!)
"Moscow-based art-collective, Voina painted a penis on the Liteiny Bridge in St Petersburg. Evading and fighting off security, the 65-metre high image was completed just before the bridge opened, as it does each evening to let ships pass through. The penis "erected", directly facing the St Petersburg headquarters of the FSB, the KGB's successor. The group called the artwork Dick Captured by KGB." - From The Independent
...and sitting around with this guy having late-night talks about life. (Later in night, while I was sound asleep, the bus driver had to brake quickly and it caused the fruit basket Jon is resting his arm on to fall upon my head!)
...and other important things like this sketch for a Halloween "cape" that hides a sneaky disguise on the inside. The wearer can squat down, reach their arms behind and pull the cape apart to reveal a hidden disguise secreted away inside that allows them to pull a garbage bag around and over themselves transforming the wearer into what looks like a giant Hefty bag filled with trash! Then when someone walks by, you can jump up and scream "I'M NOT TRASH!" Urban ghillie suit!
Even when you win, you lose. (Incidentally, the face I'm making here is the same one I made each year when the elementary school photographer told me to "smile" for my class photo. Haha).
I take a lot of photos to jog my memory and remind me what I was up to on that day. Sometimes though, I take photos and have NO IDEA what they are about. Like this one. Ummm, heating up some water at 6pm?
On the walk home we met these really drunk English guys who had both gotten their hair braided and one of them got a henna Mike Tyson face-tattoo! Excellent!
On Friday morning, I opened the door to my office and was hit in the face by a wall of steam! The radiator valve had somehow gotten turned and the tiny room was like being inside of a cloud.
2001's Sashimi Tabernacle Choir! "Sporting over two hundred and fifty computer controlled lobsters, bass, trout, catfish and sharks, the Choir performs a repertoire ranging from pop tunes to classical opera."
Local papers are awesome. Front page news = "Picnic a comfortable way for new students to feel welcome." Complete with "Man on trial in rape case" leering at the kids enjoying their comfortable picnic.
On Wednesday afternoon I moved a painting in our living room and found that someone who had been in our apartment in the last two years had secreted away a mystery bag of drugs and/or anthrax. (Turned out to be the former, btw.)
