this weekend i spent entirely way too much time being away from sweet, sweet air conditioning. this did however give my pale dried winter skin a chance to be exposed to the sun.
friday night i went to orchard bar with the ghostland boys and sweat my body weight both on and off the dancefloor. mostly off, as i am a poor dancer. sarah played one of their songs and it was fun to watch them watch others dance to it in a place where no one had heard of them until just last week.
saturday i sat in the direct sunlight and 103 degree weather, slowly getting covered in dirt from the baseball field at mccarren park, helping catherine sell her wristbands and cozies. i got one with a giraffe on it.
flashback: when i was little i had a giraffe stuffed animal, it's the first stuffed animal i remember having. my brother had a snoopy which my mom put it in the washing machine once. apparently snoopy wasn't meant for the spin cycle so it's missing an eye and it's head is duck taped on, but he still has it!
today i went back to brooklyn in the hopes of finding that perfect summer sundress at beacon's closet. i walked out with a tank top and headed back to the fair to say hi to catherine and check out the other booths. i ended up buying a jay ryan print (from the man himself) of one of 14 posters based on the artwork for andrew bird's album
the mysterious production of eggs. i like to see how people interpret music visually. i wonder if jay ryan were to spend an entire year illustrating this album over and over again, how many times the theme would change. i'm not suggesting this is a good way to spend a year, i'm just saying...it would be interesting. to me.
i think i read somewhere, or had a dream once, that every year this one guy sketched a portrait of his wife, so by the end of their lives her aging was documented in charcoal. i don't know if this is depressing or romantic, but i'd like to see that.
back to today. the sweat. oh the sweat. i took the L to 14th back from brooklyn and transferred on to the F to head back downtown. home. air conditioning. it awaited me. i listened to my iPod and got to tribeca before realizing that the F was not actually the F today. after finding my way back home and rehydrating i headed over to a friends family apartment which overlooked the gay pride parade on lower 5th ave. it was a huge colorful celebration which i documented poorly from 8 flights up.
and by the end of the weekend i was reunited with my air conditioner...
awwwwwwww airconditioning. i am THIS close to buying one of those.
Posted by: wes | June 27, 2005 at 12:34 PM
your blog is the coolest. i can't find a damn dress either. one thing you forgot to do this weekend was go to arlene's grocery and see derek james. he's the bomb, girl. check him out: www.derekjamesmusic.com
he's the equivalent of finding that perfect summer sundress in brooklyn. well, sorta....
Posted by: Valerie | June 27, 2005 at 02:24 PM
There is a photographer who takes a portrait of his wife every year on her Birthday. He has been doing it for a couple decades. I forget his name. But in a row you can see her transform from a young woman to a middle aged lady. its kinda scary how she looks young for many years, then all of a sudden, each passing year is more and more noticeable.
Posted by: Greg | June 28, 2005 at 12:04 AM
So... Are the Ghostland guys doing another show before they go back to TX? Or are they done and gone, already?
Posted by: J | June 29, 2005 at 09:57 AM
love your blog...beacon's closet is looney, we were there on Saturday. We managed to knock over all the vinyls, classic slapstick dominos, but no one noticed it was so crazed. Had to buy a beatles boxed set with a fancy pants book...clothes were just too much of a struggle...can't imagine going into the dress section. they were insane in there
Posted by: MAKAR | June 30, 2005 at 11:48 AM