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Feb. 12th, 2005
I see orange people
Feb. 12th, 2005 07:19 pm( Yesterday morning was really crappy. Well, mildly crappy. But I was in a crappy enough mood that I called the day a wash and went to sleep at noon )
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This afternoon I took a nap and had a dream about my friend who is pregnant and how her grandfather killed this little girl by having her strangled and eaten by a boa constrictor and then throwing the body in a swamp in an elaborate plot to get his wife back. He wasn't convicted b/c there wasn't enough evidence, but years later he killed himself from guilt. This was a disturbing dream. Let it be known, also, that I don't know my pregnant friend's grandfather. My friend was also smoking a lot and I was upset because of the being pregnant.
Last night I had a dream about knitting and going to a knitting class with my friends S & V, and having a stodgy, old Watcher-type as my instructor. We disliked him so much we got him fired despite his tenure. Then we were flung into some eighties Rob Lowe/Robert Downey Jr./ Ally Sheedy type movie involving vespas and cocaine and wacky polka-dot ties worn with fedoras. I have no idea what that means. There may have been church involved as well. In the knitting part, of course.
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This morning I woke up at 5:45 when my alarm went off. I debated whether or not I wanted to go to work and realized that whenever I thought about going to work today I got a tight unpleasant feeling in my chest, so chose not to.
But my body works in mysterious ways, and I realized that while I didn't want to wake up to go to work, I kind of did want to wake up. Eventually. So I lay in bed a while and thought about my (diet coke soaked) bills and, using the illumination from my cell phone to find the numbers, called my banks to get a feel for my financial situation. As it turns out, I'm broke. But I knew this so it's no big. I'm not so broke that I can't afford rent/bills (though I may be in credit card debt for the rest of my life)/ occasional nights out with friends. Situation normal.
By the time all that was over it was about 6:30 and I realized that what I wanted to do was go see the unveiling of The Gates in Central Park. For those of you who don't know, The Gates is a massive art exhibit that spans the whole of Central Park. I knew about it in passing, but I read about it in lj last night, and it seemed like too cool an opportunity to pass up. I mean, I was awake, it wasn't freezing out, and I had easy access to the park, where I could easily be by 8:30 when they did the unveiling.
So I went. You can read about the overall project here and here What's really cool? Those articles are actually from the future, unless I took a 26 hour nap instead of a two hour one. But my computer says it was two, and Ginger wouldn't lie.
Anyway, it really is quite spectacular. The gist of the exhibit is that this artist couple set up these tall orange archways - gates, if you will - about twenty feet high and nine to eleven feet wide over every single walkway in Central Park. And this morning, at eight thirty, orange banners/curtains were released from were they were rolled at the top of every banner so that they fluttered down about ten feet.
SO COOL!
this is why I love New York. Because for all it's jaded-ness and problems and stupidity there are these incredible opportunities to witness something a little bit magical. On a grand scale. I felt this way when I saw the Queen Mary 2 last spring and I felt it again today. It's a good feeling.
Anyone in the New York area, I would definitely recommend giving it a look-see. Just for the novelty, if nothing else. giant orange curtains spaced about every ten to twenty feet on all the Central Park walkways (except the Mall/Promenade/Literary walk, though I kind of didn't expect them to be spaced there). 7500 total.
After meandering about the park for an hour or so, watching the volunteers pull down the curtains so they fluttered in the breeze I decided to make my way down town while window shopping on Fifth Avenue. I was thinking of skating in Central Park, but the rink didn't open 'til ten (and by the way- Trump is such a whore. Is there anything he doesn't put his name on?) and the guard was kind of a jerk so I window shopped. Went to Boarders on 57th and Park, but they didn't open 'til ten. Wandered around looking in all the jewelry store windows and feeling a bit of smug superiority. Created little smug scenarios in which I walked into Cartier or Bvlgari and the sales people were all snobby towards me and I whipped out my mondo diamond/ gem knowledge and my impressive employers, and made the sales person cry and feel like a peon for daring to judge me. It was fun.
Then I went looking for MoMA which, apparently, isn't on 52nd between Sixth and Park (which is three block span). After that I decided I didn't want to go to MoMA after all so there. I had already had a Modern Art experience this morning, thank you very much, and if MoMA wanted to be all elusive and not where I thought it was, well, fine. One less patron today. I hope your happy.
So I came home and knitted while listening to the first two disks of Storm Front
( KNITTING!!! )
So, long entry, but there was much to share. The little things of note in my life: Whole Food is the greatest supermarket ever. They sell a creamy butternut squash soup that is very delicious & healthy. Also, a tasty vegan peanut butter, which, go figure; I still haven't started going back to karate. Bad AC! No cookie; I'm doing okay at double checking which is great. I expected my q/q to go down, but I think I am not just horrid, which I feared, so that's a treat; when my tummy was bothering me, my friend Y got me a ginger ale when she went for lunch. I love her so much. She is such a sweetie; I would like some new fic, please; Remember psycho E and the house selling debacle? I'm invited to her oldest son's wedding. I really like the oldest son, so that's very cool. It's in August; Apparently, when I was six months old, my parents went to a holiday party to which I wasn't invited so I was dropped off at a friends house. I was so well behaved and cute that everyone wanted to hold me. They still call me the Christmas Baby and talk about me. Hee!
That's all for now. I leave you with this:
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This afternoon I took a nap and had a dream about my friend who is pregnant and how her grandfather killed this little girl by having her strangled and eaten by a boa constrictor and then throwing the body in a swamp in an elaborate plot to get his wife back. He wasn't convicted b/c there wasn't enough evidence, but years later he killed himself from guilt. This was a disturbing dream. Let it be known, also, that I don't know my pregnant friend's grandfather. My friend was also smoking a lot and I was upset because of the being pregnant.
Last night I had a dream about knitting and going to a knitting class with my friends S & V, and having a stodgy, old Watcher-type as my instructor. We disliked him so much we got him fired despite his tenure. Then we were flung into some eighties Rob Lowe/Robert Downey Jr./ Ally Sheedy type movie involving vespas and cocaine and wacky polka-dot ties worn with fedoras. I have no idea what that means. There may have been church involved as well. In the knitting part, of course.
* * * * *
This morning I woke up at 5:45 when my alarm went off. I debated whether or not I wanted to go to work and realized that whenever I thought about going to work today I got a tight unpleasant feeling in my chest, so chose not to.
But my body works in mysterious ways, and I realized that while I didn't want to wake up to go to work, I kind of did want to wake up. Eventually. So I lay in bed a while and thought about my (diet coke soaked) bills and, using the illumination from my cell phone to find the numbers, called my banks to get a feel for my financial situation. As it turns out, I'm broke. But I knew this so it's no big. I'm not so broke that I can't afford rent/bills (though I may be in credit card debt for the rest of my life)/ occasional nights out with friends. Situation normal.
By the time all that was over it was about 6:30 and I realized that what I wanted to do was go see the unveiling of The Gates in Central Park. For those of you who don't know, The Gates is a massive art exhibit that spans the whole of Central Park. I knew about it in passing, but I read about it in lj last night, and it seemed like too cool an opportunity to pass up. I mean, I was awake, it wasn't freezing out, and I had easy access to the park, where I could easily be by 8:30 when they did the unveiling.
So I went. You can read about the overall project here and here What's really cool? Those articles are actually from the future, unless I took a 26 hour nap instead of a two hour one. But my computer says it was two, and Ginger wouldn't lie.
Anyway, it really is quite spectacular. The gist of the exhibit is that this artist couple set up these tall orange archways - gates, if you will - about twenty feet high and nine to eleven feet wide over every single walkway in Central Park. And this morning, at eight thirty, orange banners/curtains were released from were they were rolled at the top of every banner so that they fluttered down about ten feet.
SO COOL!
this is why I love New York. Because for all it's jaded-ness and problems and stupidity there are these incredible opportunities to witness something a little bit magical. On a grand scale. I felt this way when I saw the Queen Mary 2 last spring and I felt it again today. It's a good feeling.
Anyone in the New York area, I would definitely recommend giving it a look-see. Just for the novelty, if nothing else. giant orange curtains spaced about every ten to twenty feet on all the Central Park walkways (except the Mall/Promenade/Literary walk, though I kind of didn't expect them to be spaced there). 7500 total.
After meandering about the park for an hour or so, watching the volunteers pull down the curtains so they fluttered in the breeze I decided to make my way down town while window shopping on Fifth Avenue. I was thinking of skating in Central Park, but the rink didn't open 'til ten (and by the way- Trump is such a whore. Is there anything he doesn't put his name on?) and the guard was kind of a jerk so I window shopped. Went to Boarders on 57th and Park, but they didn't open 'til ten. Wandered around looking in all the jewelry store windows and feeling a bit of smug superiority. Created little smug scenarios in which I walked into Cartier or Bvlgari and the sales people were all snobby towards me and I whipped out my mondo diamond/ gem knowledge and my impressive employers, and made the sales person cry and feel like a peon for daring to judge me. It was fun.
Then I went looking for MoMA which, apparently, isn't on 52nd between Sixth and Park (which is three block span). After that I decided I didn't want to go to MoMA after all so there. I had already had a Modern Art experience this morning, thank you very much, and if MoMA wanted to be all elusive and not where I thought it was, well, fine. One less patron today. I hope your happy.
So I came home and knitted while listening to the first two disks of Storm Front
( KNITTING!!! )
So, long entry, but there was much to share. The little things of note in my life: Whole Food is the greatest supermarket ever. They sell a creamy butternut squash soup that is very delicious & healthy. Also, a tasty vegan peanut butter, which, go figure; I still haven't started going back to karate. Bad AC! No cookie; I'm doing okay at double checking which is great. I expected my q/q to go down, but I think I am not just horrid, which I feared, so that's a treat; when my tummy was bothering me, my friend Y got me a ginger ale when she went for lunch. I love her so much. She is such a sweetie; I would like some new fic, please; Remember psycho E and the house selling debacle? I'm invited to her oldest son's wedding. I really like the oldest son, so that's very cool. It's in August; Apparently, when I was six months old, my parents went to a holiday party to which I wasn't invited so I was dropped off at a friends house. I was so well behaved and cute that everyone wanted to hold me. They still call me the Christmas Baby and talk about me. Hee!
That's all for now. I leave you with this: