I just took a thoroughly random, spontaneous, and selfish trip to New
York. By myself. Sure, I've been talking about it for ages, but
I didn't actually believe I was going to do it. Much less purchase my
ticket, make all the arrangements, and leave, all within the same
week. However, in the spirit of the aforementioned selfishness, dear
readers, all you're going to get this week is bullet points. But I had
an amazing weekend, and here's why:
Huge bowl of Japanese noodles trumps jet lag every time.
My My MetroCard.
Burning Brides and My Morning Jacket at the Bowery Ballroom.
Wild mushroom omelette with Peter on Union Square.
Falling into trance in the presence of Pierre Huyghe's art.
Exploring Matthew Barney's transformed Guggenheim, being momentarily
seduced, coming to my senses, realizing I still think he's full of shit.
A Good Humor bar in Central Park.
The Future of War conference at The New School.
Don't Try This at Home screenplay reading.
Buffalo mozzarella, grilled asparagus, prosciutto.
Laptop at Joe's Pub.
The Libertines at Luxx.
Bagel at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge.
The beautiful blue sky above the World Trade Center site.
Intricate ballpoint ink drawings at K.S. Art, including a Katia
Santibanez that is now mine all mine.
Spring rolls, cubed beef, Vietnamese coffee.
Willing myself down from the coffee at Housing Works Used Books.
Chasing two people dressed as giant chickens down Houston in the
company of 1000 other hipsters and jammers.
Echoboy at the WFMU Record Fair at the Metropolitan Pavilion.
A Stella with Brian.
Pad Thai, edamame.
Wishing on the first star in Tompkins Square.
Having the wish come true.
Sam the Butcher omelette.
Reading T.S. Eliot aloud in The Strand.
My Morning Jacket
WFMU Spring 2003 Record