…and back, away and back. How can I feel like I’ve been so far away when I haven’t gone anywhere? I still can’t really get into the swing of posting from the house, especially when there are so many irritating little projects to tug at my attention.
This weekend was big on the meat and the magazines. On Saturday thornyc, bad_faggot and I hit the BBQ block party and then wandered around Madison Square Park, which lake a number of the other small parks in Manhattan, is experiencing a bit of a comeback. Pictures will be posted later. Most of the BBQ was excellent, with the exception of the “pig snoot sandwich”, a few flavorless cracklin’s in blah sauce dumped on potato bread. Providentially, a two and a half block long hindu parade passed by, reminding us of the brisket we had so sacrilegiously consumed moments before. While wandering around I spied my hair and facial hair role model seated on a park bench and we managed to plunk ourselves down nearby and light up our pipes, much to the amusement of a number of onlookers.
Next we sped off uptown, where Thor had gotten tickets to a program of shorts at the G&L film festival. Most of them were dismal. The most interesting was a brief documentary about a guy who has modified his body by pumping two pounds of silicone into his dick. It contained footage of windmills.
Afterward we had burritos in Chelsea, and I dragged him to a benefit auction I had some work in, to raise money for Richard Foreman’s work. Thor was good sport, hanging out for an hour or so, leaving me to make my way back to Brooklyn under my own steam.
Sunday, bad_faggot drove me over to the Elizabeth Ikea, where I fell victim to the carefully designed retail environment and ended up in the sort of shopping haze that eats up time and energy. We escaped late in the day and then duplicated the experience at a Home Depot and a Lowe’s on Staten Island (Lowe’s now officially wins, by the way). I got to see someone’s mom’s house.
Monday became all about installing all the IKEA purchases and then sorting through the enourmous number of magazines, comics, zines and such that have accumulated. My reward was the shocked laughter and outbursts of amazement that accompanied bad_faggot’s discovery of a particularly choice bit of ephemera that’s been sitting around in a box for a decade. The down side is that all of this stuff is slow going, and to really do it right, I would need to let the house get much messier than I’m prepared to do right now. So the sort is provisional, and hopefully I can schedule a more detailed version later.
Current box tally: 18 left out of 200 some odd originally.