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

Bicycle Wheel

 Tired of the daily slog of this blog.

But loving having contact with Lara. 

I wish Lara had been with me today when I had this roasted vegetable quinoa salad, although I had just put my fork in when I had to run out for a kid-related issue.

Later, I went out for exactly 30 minutes to see my friend's boyfriend play in this ambient chaos ensemble.  Yes, that is a bicycle wheel.

Which reminds me:  

I've been listening to Culture Shock 1913, a local NPR broadcast--which you can listen to if you click --on the impact of early modernism:  the riot at the Rites of Spring, how uncomfortable Freud made everyone with his sexy talk, what a scandal Duchamp's Nude Descending a Staircase caused, among many other things.  Two questions:  How would have I reacted to it all?   Would I have been living in New York?--Maybe in Greenwich Village, which was at the time scandalously bohemian.  I like to think so.  And I think about the fact that my grandma was alive in 1913 and four years old. 

Can this kind of scandal be something I can recreate in my own tiny way?  Like in my art?

Lara, is that dumb?  Is anything artistically scandalous anymore?

I'll Miss this House: Withdrawal from Habit

I always enjoy watching the play when the lights come on in the house.

Lara, I went to two hours of Habit today, one not long after I'd returned form work.  I then came home to interview our guest blogger over the phone and then went back for the last hour . . . of the entire week--the very last performance ever.

The crowd was probably near capacity tonight.  Clumps of people stood at the windows watching the action inside, the imploding lives of characters who have run out of options and can't leave their crappy house, the characters who have to relive this story over and over again for an eight-hour stretch, the characters who have to utter the same heinous lines, unable--according to the rules--to add or subtract a word.

Today, I noticed a fresh baked pan of brownies on the counter, the Duncan Hines mix had been used.

I saw a character say one of his lines while chewing a piece of Halloween candy.  (In the script, the characters feel compelled to decorate--however garishly--for every holiday so as to better "fit in" in what we assume is their lower middle class housing development.

Yesterday, I watched a character lop off two words, finding himself unable to repeat one of these sentences again

I really got to know the script.

At promptly 9:00 pm the lights in the house went dark.  The play was done for the day and really done.  I would not be going back.  S and I milled around for a little.

While doing so, I ran into one of the actors from the other cast (their are two that take turns performing).  I told him how much the play had started to mean to me, how much it began to be woven into the fabric of my own life.  He was visibly touched--unless he was just acting.

I'm assuming this week will be one of withdrawal for me.  It might get a little painful.

The actors finally get to break the 4th wall.  The director is on the left.