so i am in the motherland! i am in somervile massachusetts, waking from a second night of sleeping on a king size bed that can fit at least four more comfortably ( i can sleep in any direction roll over and still be in the middle of the mattress) last night i went out for beers and basketball and baseball with some old friends from high school and was told that it sounded more like i had spent the year in "shicaaaahgo" not south carolina from the "accent" i was throwing "aaaaahrrround". i was told i sounded MIDWESTERN.
great.
talk about codependency...
apparently this is what goes on when nervously drinking beers and negotiating (omg people. omg so awkward) social interaction.
good job guys on the secret infiltration, i guess i have to work twice as hard to get back that previous nervous accent found in the gahbage, pahking lahot, and ofcourse my rum.
also the commuter rail passes close by this house so i still hear trains not quite as frequently as in the spiz, and not late at night but enough to cause me to take note and smile to myself...
today! i may play bocci in the park, visit my hs history teacher who opened a vintage shoppe in cambridge.
tonight! i want to go see larkin grimm play some venue up the street! there is also a free show at urban outfitters.
tomorrow! i will try to knit with strangers at some coffee place also up the street, eek!
this weekend! sheep and woolwork festival in western mass!
all summer! praying for ted kennedy...
but mainly i will be wishing you were here with me spewing funny confusing accents all around.
brine and arzi! more pix messages of miami pleaz! that one of bubby made my life. she is so crafty!!!! sushi? tastey? ocean? pretty? show me!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Organs or New York hates me and my organs
I put my organs out on the street. It was harder than I thought it was going to be.
Lungs at the Myrtle Avenue stop, Bushwick, Brooklyn
Uterus on 13th Street between 2nd and 3rd Avenue, my first apartment
Intestines on Grand Street near the FDR
Stomach on 2nd Avenue, next to B and H Vegetarian Restaurant
Heart in Washington Square Park under a bench
Liver on Bowery across from Bowery Poetry Club
Pancreas at 53rd and 5th subway stop, where I worked for two years
Intestines on Grand Street near the FDR
Stomach on 2nd Avenue, next to B and H Vegetarian Restaurant
Heart in Washington Square Park under a bench
Liver on Bowery across from Bowery Poetry Club
Pancreas at 53rd and 5th subway stop, where I worked for two years
It rained for two days straight once I glued them down, pounding my internal organs over and over again with tiny raindrop fists. Of course, it figures. Did I expect them to stay there unmolested? It wouldn't be New York. I came back to the Myrtle platform later that night and the lungs were already gone. It would be fitting if it were removed by an MTA worker who thought it was a bomb-- someone "saw something and said something." I got a call from Cliff today and he told me that the one across from Bowery was smashed by someone-- they cut open the organ and took the vial with the scroll. I can only imagine the fate of the other five. Either way, I have received no responses, even though I created an email for that purpose and put it at the bottom of the scrolls. New York ignores me again. How appropriate.
And yet, it was still a nice experience putting them out. I ran into the guy who I subletted from on 13th Street as I was defacing his front steps with my uterus. I went to see the Olafur Eliasson show at the MOMA, which was incredible, while sticking my pacreas to the station. I ate cabbage soup (my favorite) at B and H while installing the stomach next door. I dropped Cliff at work at the BPC and then installed the liver across the street. A very organic process, a testament to why I did the project in the first place.
For the full set of pictures check out the Organs set on my flickr: flickr.com/arielleangel
And yet, it was still a nice experience putting them out. I ran into the guy who I subletted from on 13th Street as I was defacing his front steps with my uterus. I went to see the Olafur Eliasson show at the MOMA, which was incredible, while sticking my pacreas to the station. I ate cabbage soup (my favorite) at B and H while installing the stomach next door. I dropped Cliff at work at the BPC and then installed the liver across the street. A very organic process, a testament to why I did the project in the first place.
For the full set of pictures check out the Organs set on my flickr: flickr.com/arielleangel
Back in The Spiz or Nothing can vanquish the tulle
I am back in the Spiz for one night only, sleeping on "my" mattress in "Nicholas's" studio. I can't tell you how strange and surreal this whole thing is. It's just emptiness up here. I am in Nicholas's room and feel none of his energy. This place is so new besides that it has none of its own energy yet-- nothing has stuck. It's very eerie. I guess when I left this place a couple weeks ago, I really left it, physically and emotionally, and now coming back-- it just feels like there shouldn't be anything to come back to or something. And there isn't, but there is, also. It's kind of like seeing the dead body of someone you used to know.
There is some testimony to our presence here. I took a shower in "Derya's" bathroom (as it was the only one with a shower curtain) and I tracked out a fragment of hot pink tulle on my soaked heel. Hers is the only apartment that has been thoroughly cleaned, I believe, but no amount of scrubbing can vanquish the tulle. The cardboard telephone that Nicholas made for the Cannon's show is sitting on his counter (off the hook) and Arin, the guy staying temporarily in Derya's apartment swears that Rachel's apartment "smells like a woman lived there." Somewhat ironically, "my" apartment is locked. I did want to go in there, and it feels strange to be locked out of it, and somewhat fitting, but it's ok. These rooms feel equally sterile at this point.
One strange thing though: Hub-Bub has a smell. It smells like newness, like fresh paint and expectations. I smelled it when I first moved in and for the first week I lived here, in this building, all alone. It characterized my first few weeks here, my first impressions, my first feelings, the excitement of escape from New York and of this new place. I did not smell it once I became accustomed to this place, once it became home, a place to deal with and sort, and I completely forgot about it after that. But coming back here, the smell is new again and it brings all the same feelings and impressions of last summer, as this summer begins anew and I am similarly displaced, embarking on a new and unfamiliar route.
I miss you guys, I really do.
There is some testimony to our presence here. I took a shower in "Derya's" bathroom (as it was the only one with a shower curtain) and I tracked out a fragment of hot pink tulle on my soaked heel. Hers is the only apartment that has been thoroughly cleaned, I believe, but no amount of scrubbing can vanquish the tulle. The cardboard telephone that Nicholas made for the Cannon's show is sitting on his counter (off the hook) and Arin, the guy staying temporarily in Derya's apartment swears that Rachel's apartment "smells like a woman lived there." Somewhat ironically, "my" apartment is locked. I did want to go in there, and it feels strange to be locked out of it, and somewhat fitting, but it's ok. These rooms feel equally sterile at this point.
One strange thing though: Hub-Bub has a smell. It smells like newness, like fresh paint and expectations. I smelled it when I first moved in and for the first week I lived here, in this building, all alone. It characterized my first few weeks here, my first impressions, my first feelings, the excitement of escape from New York and of this new place. I did not smell it once I became accustomed to this place, once it became home, a place to deal with and sort, and I completely forgot about it after that. But coming back here, the smell is new again and it brings all the same feelings and impressions of last summer, as this summer begins anew and I am similarly displaced, embarking on a new and unfamiliar route.
I miss you guys, I really do.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Dispatch from CPS
So I'm in Chicago. My flight for London doesn't leave O'Hare until Monday afternoon, but I came into town four days early specifically so I could go to work with my friend Mike, who teaches Biology and Environmental Science to high school sophomores in Chicago Public Schools. We've only had two classes so far, but its already been quite a morning. Some exemplary pieces of dialogue:
Student: Mr. K, what are we doing today?
Mr. K: We're taking a quiz.
Student: Boy you trippin! Don't play no games!
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Student: Mr. K, its boring.
Mr K.: You've only been in class for 4 minutes.
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Student 1: Mr. K, I got a question to ask.
Mr. K: What is it?
Student 1: Can humans be asexual?
Student 2: Yeah, when they gay.
Student 3: No, its like the virgin Mary!
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Pregnant student: So carbon dioxide is the stuff that gets up in your house and you die?
Mr. K: No, that's carbon MONoxide.
Pregnant student: Oh, cause I think people is getting confrused about that.
Mr. K: They're getting what?
Pregnant student: Confrused.
Mr. K: What?
Pregnant student: Confrused.
Mr. K: What?
Pregnant student: [silence]
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Student: Mr. K got a big head!
Mr. K: I have a big head?
Student: yeah
Mr. K: You think my head is literally too big for my body.
Student: yeah
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Student: Hey Kosko, "Ever since I can remember . . ."
Mr. K: What?
Student (slower, ala 36Mafia): "Ever since I can remember . . ."
Mr. K: I'm not popping my collar today, get back to work.
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Mr. K: Work on your diagrams!
Student: I just pasted this.
Mr. K: You have to do more than just glue pieces of paper to another larger piece of paper.
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Student: Mr. K, you too strict!!
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Student: Mr. K, you a bad teacher!!
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Mr. K: Do you think I sit home at night trying to figure out how to make you guys my friends?
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Student: [unintelligible mumble]
Mr. K: I have no idea what you just said.
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Student (pointing at me): Mr. K, is you two kin?
Mr. K: ALL WHITE PEOPLE ARE NOT RELATED.
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Also, Derya, have you seen Jezebel's Sephora Spy column? I know, I know, I have serious problems. But I love this shit.
Student: Mr. K, what are we doing today?
Mr. K: We're taking a quiz.
Student: Boy you trippin! Don't play no games!
-
Student: Mr. K, its boring.
Mr K.: You've only been in class for 4 minutes.
-
Student 1: Mr. K, I got a question to ask.
Mr. K: What is it?
Student 1: Can humans be asexual?
Student 2: Yeah, when they gay.
Student 3: No, its like the virgin Mary!
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Pregnant student: So carbon dioxide is the stuff that gets up in your house and you die?
Mr. K: No, that's carbon MONoxide.
Pregnant student: Oh, cause I think people is getting confrused about that.
Mr. K: They're getting what?
Pregnant student: Confrused.
Mr. K: What?
Pregnant student: Confrused.
Mr. K: What?
Pregnant student: [silence]
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Student: Mr. K got a big head!
Mr. K: I have a big head?
Student: yeah
Mr. K: You think my head is literally too big for my body.
Student: yeah
-
Student: Hey Kosko, "Ever since I can remember . . ."
Mr. K: What?
Student (slower, ala 36Mafia): "Ever since I can remember . . ."
Mr. K: I'm not popping my collar today, get back to work.
-
Mr. K: Work on your diagrams!
Student: I just pasted this.
Mr. K: You have to do more than just glue pieces of paper to another larger piece of paper.
-
Student: Mr. K, you too strict!!
-
Student: Mr. K, you a bad teacher!!
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Mr. K: Do you think I sit home at night trying to figure out how to make you guys my friends?
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Student: [unintelligible mumble]
Mr. K: I have no idea what you just said.
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Student (pointing at me): Mr. K, is you two kin?
Mr. K: ALL WHITE PEOPLE ARE NOT RELATED.
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Also, Derya, have you seen Jezebel's Sephora Spy column? I know, I know, I have serious problems. But I love this shit.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
testing, testing
yes? how do you like this? tell me as i can't quite decide. type face? you guys want a serif for the body text?
tell me. color suggestions are also welcome as i am fighting serious neon urges right now.
also-
tell me. color suggestions are also welcome as i am fighting serious neon urges right now.
also-
GIT READY! HERE WE GO!
(i am completely lost with out each of you)
(i am completely lost with out each of you)
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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