Monthly Archives: January 2008

My Friends

I don’t know if it’s me, but my gmail has actually been behaving very oddly the past couple of days. It’s taking forever to load, and when I try to open attachments a new window appears, which is the main mailbox, not the attachment. And there’s a message at the top of each page for gmail, saying that it will retry in x amount of seconds and you see the countdown and when it winds down to 1 sec, it starts retrying all over again. It’s crazy I tell you, crazy!

Last night I couldn’t find anything to watch on TV so I decided to give David Lynch’s Inland Empire a chance. I couldn’t get past 20 minutes. Too many distractions at home, I should have seen it in a movie theater, like David Lynch intended. I had to shut it off and I put that and the bonus disk that I also got from Netflix and put them in their envelopes for mailing today. It certainly looked interesting, but I think one needs to be immersed in total darkness in order to get David Lynch’s desired effect. After I gave up on that I was adrift in the wasteland of Saturday night television.

I watched part of Man of the Year, starring Robin Williams and Laura Linney and I once again wondered, if Robin Williams is so funny (and he is) why can’t he make funny movies anymore? I know, shades of Stardust Memories, where Sandy Bates/Woody Allen is constantly told through the movie, that his earlier funnier movies were his best. I suppose I just did that with Robin Williams, oh well. I didn’t watch the whole movie, only caught the end but I’m sure I didn’t miss too much. I also watched part of The Longest Day, which is quite long and had so many commercial interruptions it was easy to change the channel without getting hung up in the story.

Also some of Carlos Mencia on Comedy Central. He’s ok, not terribly funny, but in spots. Juan absolutely loathes Carlos Mencia. I couldn’t bear to watch Jake Gyllenhaal on SNL again singing ‘And I’m Telling You I’m Not Going’. The first time was funny, the second time worth a chuckle, but by the fourth or fifth time, it gets mighty tired. I wound up reading past midnight and wound up going to sleep around 1:30. Woke up late again which was fine since no one was expecting me to be anywhere or to do anything.

Went out, did the routine and soon was back reading papers while eating breakfast. Big snowstorm expected tonight which I’m looking forward to. I do enjoy looking at the streets, all covered in fresh snow. It looks great in the first 24 hours, then it all turns to slush. They’re expecting 6 inches or so, some places getting 10. If it’s a pain in the ass to even get out of the apartment building I don’t expect to be at work tomorrow. I don’t expect a few people to be in. Maybe the Manhattanites will make it in, but those of us, not on the island facing difficulty getting in more than likely will be out.

I watched the last half hour of The Pursuit of Happyness and I was surprised at how good it was. I plan to watch the whole thing even though I know the ending. I knew the ending before I saw the last half hour since the story was in all the financial magazines that I sometimes read. Not for financial advice, but for the suit styles worn by the business men inside. Also fixed the bugs in my photo editing program XN-View. It’s what I use to shrink down the pics and that, like gmail was all buggy last night. Now it’s only gmail. Google better get on top of it.

And here are some pics…..
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‘To Mrs. Dempster, I hope you’re felling better. xxx, Andy Warhol’
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‘Beauty is shoe, shoe beauty…’
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‘A la Recherche du shoe perdu’ by Andy Warhol
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Car Crash/Race Riot
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Cupid
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Johnny Krug
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Chopin/George Sand
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Fatima and Blue Bread…errr Beard
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Andy’s love
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Sock advert
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The show itself
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from the Sonnebend Gallery
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and today in Hoboken….
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That’s it! Let it snow let it snow let it snow!

Artists Only

Today being Saturday means I get to sleep in. I slept until about 9:00 which wasn’t too much of a stretch considering I went to bed at 1:00AM. I watched Bill Maher last night, he was ok, definitely needed his writers, and he even said so towards the end of the show. After that I watched Ringo Starr on VH1 Classic, Ringo being the subject of the Storytellers show. He was ok, an enjoyable hour spent. Of course the Beatles songs had stories I had heard before.

Mainly Ringo saying that the White Album is his favorite album but it’s also the one during which he left the band for two weeks. Perhaps it was a pretty good fortnight for Ringo. He wrote Octopus’ Garden while out of the group. Obviously he came back, then George quit for a couple of days, followed by John nine months later. Paul was the only who actually left, telling the press he quit to the dismay of the other three. Ringo didn’t get into that mess though.

Last night’s blog was a way for me to let off steam. I’m back to what passes for normal when I’m concerned. Today was a nice day. Went out, got the usual, did some shopping, dropped off dry cleaning. Came back, had breakfast, read the papers and started on some laundry. I had a sketch of a plan to head into the city and see the last day of a Warhol exhibition. Time Out NY had the gallery on 57th Street so I hopped on the bus and walked up to 57th street. At 20 west 57th, I walked in and asked the guard for the Susan Sheehan Gallery. He tells me it moved. I call up the gallery and they tell me they’re on west 22nd street now, and she told Time Out that fact, but they haven’t changed it.

I was annoyed but thanks to some transcontinental prodding from Annemarie, I hopped on a train to 23rd Street. Made it to the gallery, saw some very old Warhol drawings from the 1950’s and two early 60’s silkscreens. It was good to see Andy’s stuff and it made me glad that I went out and did something. I wandered around 22nd street and looked at some other artists in different galleries. Good stuff, a good day to look at some art. It was getting dark out and I was getting hungry so I walked over to 33rd street and caught the Path train back to Hoboken.

Made a burger and it was good. I may watch Inland Empire tonight. I don’t know what to expect but I’m sure to get something out of it. David Lynch can do that to you. I heard from Juan yesterday, he’s having a gay old time in Costa Rica. All the young men have faux hawks in Costa Rica, so he’s probably standing out with his New York City style by way of Seoul. He was planning on heading tot he beach, the Pacific Ocean, and surprisingly enough, I’m not jealous.

I took some pics but having difficulty with my editing program so I’ll post them tomorrow hopefully. That is if you want to see them.