NYC pt2

had lunch with S. Saw her new fancy offices, pretty sweet although they had those low wall cubicals that seem to be all the rage in corporate land now. I don't get it. I guess it means don't pick your nose or look at porn at your desk!
had a great conversation with her. sometimes I think she is making my job much harder and sometimes much easier?? I don't get it. She's awesome.
From there I walked up fifth to the Guggenheim to spend the evening with performance art. I was once again pretty early so I spent some time at the Met. I wandered around the Renaissance rooms and checked out the Fra Angelico show. Crazy monk painter in the late medieval/early Renaissance. One real stand out painting is Jesus with red eyes sweating blood. some crazy shit. There hasn't been a large show dedicated to him in the US since 1959. If in NYC go and check it out. They were also in the early stages of setting up the big christmas room. Which I love! Big tree, gothic ornaments. crazy, creepy statues. good times.
Went on to watch Marina Abromowiz perform. She was recreating Vito Acconi's Seedbed piece from the early seventies. It was interesting until millions of people showed up and proceeded to block the view, take up space, talk and in general annoy the fuck out of me. I was very amused by all the young "art school" kids looking serious and writing in their journals. Oh I remember when that used to be me. The mismatched fashion, the distinct lack of bathing, the seriousness. oh wait, that's me now!
(I'll spend some time later discussing Marina. I had to return Sat night to watch another performance with my Harvard class.)
I took off and headed back to the west side. Crazy me. I walked from the Guggenheim at east 92nd and fifth ave to west 71st and amsterdam. My feet were fuckin crazy hurting! but that is the fun of NYC. walking everywhere and seeing some crazy ass people. I hit the big Barnes and Noble at Lincoln Center to hunt down the book I had to read by Saturday morning. No luck. In fact I went into about 5 bookstores in the city looking for this fuckin book (because I forgot to pack it! It was sitting on my dining table) and no one had it. its fuckin NYC and they still tell you to get it from Amazon. go figure.
I treated myself to some great sushi. I tend to do this when I am out and about alone as C isn't as big a fan of sushi as I am. I could eat that shit every damn day and night!
Went looking for my old gay bar hangout on the west side. Its gone. the west side is all yuppies and pottery barn now. it used to be great restaurants and bars. Now it is all families. The gays have gone bye-bye. I think that they may have moved farther north to Morningside Heights.
Went back to L's place and rested up for a very long Friday.

to be cont...

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