Experimental, Jet Set, Trash and No Star: Donizetti, Fugazi

The Weekend:  

Gawked at New York Fashion Week.  These pictures are of fashionistas on the plaza.

Went to the opera, the Met's production of Donizetti's The Elixir of Love

Spent a lot of time pondering an obsession of mine from age 19.  I was thinking how important it is to pay attention to your early obsessions--the ones of your youth.  They are significant.

Walked into a gallery and saw a '72 documentary of Los Angeles made by a British architectural historian.

Went to the New Museum's not quite open exhibit of all early '90s art.  (The title of this show is my post title which is also the name of an album by Sonic Youth.  I'm reading a bio of SY right now) Decided I would not be taking my kids.

I also, during the big storm called Nemo, sang at Punk Rock Karaoke (a fundraiser for the ABC No Rio Zine Library) the crowd pleasing "Waiting Room" by Fugazi.

My Novel:  29,251 words

Penultimate: Journey to the End . . .

New Mus window artist with phone gazer in leather.  Please note the book on the table.

I did everything I wanted to do today (given the fact that I woke up quite sick)--including visiting the New Museum for the last day of the Bowery art and artists show.  The show included adorable little pen and marker drawings by members of the Ramones (Dee and Joey, respecitively) that I badly wanted to photograph.

So tomorrow is the last post of our GITP year.   I can't tell you what a privilege it has been to blog with Lara all year.  As I've said before, I merely ride on her coat tails.  

Btw:  this is our 666th post.  

Tights:  black with polka dots

Inspiration:  Ramones-inspired biker jackets, Bowery street art

Looking forward to:  blogging with Lara tomorrow for the last time in 2012

The view from the street

Keith Haring's old red door.  Don't touch.

Someday you might be famous enough the museum goers will only be allowed to look--not touch--your door.

A touchable door near the Yippie Museum

Christmas is now today's trash.  Sad

ExistentialLIST

1.  Started the day at The Secret City.  The theme of "Ancestors."  Katherine Gleason presented her work on Alexander McQueen; Susan Birnson had everyone taste her canned cherries and apricots (lemongrass, etc--turns canning on its head); we saw Toshinori Hamada present traditional Japanese dance; we listed to Andru Bemis and his banjo, and The Secret City Singers sang Sweet Honey in the Rock.  

2.  Went from there to the dramatic conclusion of the marathon Moby Dick reading.

3.  Headed to the New Museum for the vintage Bowery artists exhibit and Rosemary Trokel exhibit.  Have you heard of her?  I hadn't.  And I have a hard time finding a good link to her online.   There was also a tattoo artist tattooing humans in the New Museum's window.  

4.  The conclusion of our year-long GITP blog experiment looms.  I'm still not sure what all these posts have added up to, if the daily blog practice has helped me in any way.   Still feel in so many tight places.  I still haven't accomplished many of the goals I set on 12/31/11 with Lara.  In fact, I feel like I've barely made a dent.  

Hard Core Blogging (When the Flesh is Weak)--And Two Pairs of Tights

This relentless obligation to check in here everyday and post something ANYTHING has been good for me. Tonight I'm doing it while sick with a migraine which a medicinal latte did not vanquish, Lara gave me the phrase "hard core blogging," and as we approach our TWO-MONTH anniversary tomorrow (have you entered our tights' giveaway?), I have to say how much she inspires me and how everyday I try and be as awesome as she is.

 Last night, I attended the member's opening of the New Museum's Triennial with fellow librarian, M. There was a deejay and free glowing twizzlers. We climbed the seven flights of the museum, and looked in the galleries and the people in them. I remembered suddenly why I live here.  I don't get out enough.

 When we started this blog, we had no ideas for it other than we were going to somehow write ourselves out of the tight places we were feeling we were in. I'm still in that place, but now I have a better idea of what can be possible in it.

  

Photos #1--Taken last night at the museum opening.  The girl had braids, too.  I tried and failed to photograph a pair of gray tights with a narrow red stripe up the back.

Photo #2--M with a twizzler.

Photo #3--Tights at OWS Occupy Town Square last Sunday.  WHERE did she get these??

 P.S. Davy Jones! I saw you in reruns only (in college--VCRless--I got up at 6 am to watch you), but I always loved you and your band! RIP.