feel the beet… everywhere
Molly took me to see this outrageously hilarious duo called the Wau Wau Sisters. It’s hard to describe and best witnessed live. All I have to say is that I never wanted to be like anyone else until I saw these ladies. If only I could spin in the air, sing, drink, and be funny all at the same time. Alas, I am left to drinking and occasionally being funny.
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Ars Nova Theatre
511 W. 54th Street
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To my incredible shame, after four years in New York, I had not been to MOMA until this past Saturday. Previously, I have compensated for this with frequenting the MOMA design store. Anyone who says that shopping is incomparable to art is wrong. The range of emotions that you experience partaking in the latter is, of course, far superior. But what about the lull of possession? The desire to consume? The anxious tremor of the machine as it prints a receipt with an imprint of yet another useless possession? Or useful? Who says that shoes are less valuable than feelings? Not if they are on sale! Thanks to the pair I was wearing, the impaired escalator to the sixth special exhibits floor was a breeze. Read more…
Also deemed the “best place to cleavage-watch.” Wright certainly couldn’t hope for his prominent spiral balconies to be used for such an activity and, in the company of five men, what else could I do but partake?
Aside from “boobwatch” initiated by the ever-ready Fischka, there were other things to look at. For example the David Smith sculpture exhibit, which reminded me of my one time boyfriend who made decorative trinkets out of cutlery. Read more…
The fabulous Myer Lemon and I recently spent an evening at the symphony. What fun. Lincoln Center overall is extremely confusing. There are the remote opera houses, the two movie theatres, Juilliard, and a range of random buildings standing about without purpose and thus presenting plenty of opportunity for getting lost and missing your show. And all the buildings, I feel, are equally nondescript. I’ve been to many of them several times and have a hard time recalling where they are and how they look on the inside. I guess, I am a poor theatergoer and culture event seeker. But Myer Lemon has faith in me; that’s why she called me the night before the show in panic and sought my company.