reprieve
wow, i am exhausted... i guess i kinda went gangbusters on fun this weekend, and i was so feeling the effects all day today. i was painfully dreading heading down to pianos on the lower east side after class, but fortunately jenny and i are of one mind, and we simultaneously double-flaked. it was perfectly-timed. plus, i have to plan "carl's crawl" for tomorrow, a task which entails making dinner reservations and planning which bars we are going to hit on st. mark's place. (i think every other storefront is a bar with a neon guinness sign, so i don't think there will be much heavy-lifting on my part.)
while i am excited that the social calendar is filling up quite effortlessly, i do need to make sure that i set aside a couple of days a week to spend with myself. i am a creature who enjoys/relishes/craves quiet evenings alone with my current book or my reality-tv-show du jour. on the mbti, i am an introvert to the extreme, which doesn't necessarily mean i'm quiet (i get a lot of raised eyebrows about that), but it does mean that i draw my energy from being with myself. i need that time to recharge and reboot. it is what it is.
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i love how i left my house this morning having thrown into my timbuk2 my "essentials" for the day: moleskine (check), pen (check), passport (check--you never know when you have to flee the country), book (check), ipod (check). i walked down to 52nd and 6th to grab lunch at global kitchen, where i used to eat every workday for four months, and only then, after having walked 2 miles through central park, did it occur to me that i forgot my wallet. good thing i happened to have $20 in my pocket. unfortunately, i had to schlep all the way uptown, then head back down to go to the edvard munch exhibit. for a second i considered just junking the idea, heading home and passing out for a couple of hours before class, but i'm glad i didn't because 1) today was the last day of the exhibit and 2) it was really wonderful!
now, i am by no means an art history major, but i do like edvard munch's aesthetic very much. the style is very similar to the impressionists, with the flattening of forms, visible brush strokes, and use of light, but instead of "depicting what the eye sees," munch paints what he feels in the moment, which gives his paintings the quality of a memory--sharp, focused subjects that fade into dark haziness. i also liked his series entitled "the frieze of life" which explores four inevitable phases of human existence: love, fear, death, and anxiety. his analysis of love, particularly in "the kiss," seemed to come straight out of our group dynamics text: "while the fusion of man and woman represents the ideal of unity, it also signifies the loss of individuality and one's existence and identity--it hints of death itself" (he's a little dark; moribund). munch sees love as a "battle" between men and women, and he portrays women as slightly dangerous in their sexuality.
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archie jones is in his car, attempting to kill himself. mo marches up and pounds on his window: "We're not licensed for suicides around here. This place halal. Kosher, understand? If you're going to die round here, my friend, I'm afraid you've got to be thoroughly bled first."
it was after this line in white teeth that i decided that i was going to love this book, even if i hated it.
while i am excited that the social calendar is filling up quite effortlessly, i do need to make sure that i set aside a couple of days a week to spend with myself. i am a creature who enjoys/relishes/craves quiet evenings alone with my current book or my reality-tv-show du jour. on the mbti, i am an introvert to the extreme, which doesn't necessarily mean i'm quiet (i get a lot of raised eyebrows about that), but it does mean that i draw my energy from being with myself. i need that time to recharge and reboot. it is what it is.
***
i love how i left my house this morning having thrown into my timbuk2 my "essentials" for the day: moleskine (check), pen (check), passport (check--you never know when you have to flee the country), book (check), ipod (check). i walked down to 52nd and 6th to grab lunch at global kitchen, where i used to eat every workday for four months, and only then, after having walked 2 miles through central park, did it occur to me that i forgot my wallet. good thing i happened to have $20 in my pocket. unfortunately, i had to schlep all the way uptown, then head back down to go to the edvard munch exhibit. for a second i considered just junking the idea, heading home and passing out for a couple of hours before class, but i'm glad i didn't because 1) today was the last day of the exhibit and 2) it was really wonderful!
now, i am by no means an art history major, but i do like edvard munch's aesthetic very much. the style is very similar to the impressionists, with the flattening of forms, visible brush strokes, and use of light, but instead of "depicting what the eye sees," munch paints what he feels in the moment, which gives his paintings the quality of a memory--sharp, focused subjects that fade into dark haziness. i also liked his series entitled "the frieze of life" which explores four inevitable phases of human existence: love, fear, death, and anxiety. his analysis of love, particularly in "the kiss," seemed to come straight out of our group dynamics text: "while the fusion of man and woman represents the ideal of unity, it also signifies the loss of individuality and one's existence and identity--it hints of death itself" (he's a little dark; moribund). munch sees love as a "battle" between men and women, and he portrays women as slightly dangerous in their sexuality.
***
archie jones is in his car, attempting to kill himself. mo marches up and pounds on his window: "We're not licensed for suicides around here. This place halal. Kosher, understand? If you're going to die round here, my friend, I'm afraid you've got to be thoroughly bled first."
it was after this line in white teeth that i decided that i was going to love this book, even if i hated it.
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