9-6-13 - Back to the Apple
Yesterday after "work"...


I walked to Roosevelt Island. A sign alerted me that I was walking over the Welfare Island Bridge, which was a little depressing.


The parking garage I walked through to get to street-level was frosted with birdshit and also depressing.


I went to the Roosevelt Island Gristedes, which is owned by crazy/scary/non-Ari Spool mayoral candidate John Catsimatidis. He was trying to get me to impulse-buy Susan Komen/Maria Sharapovna gum.

The energy on the one road that loops around Roosevelt Island was a combination of a Park Slope playground and a hospital hallway. I wanted to check out the Four Freedoms heliport but I was on a pretty tight schedule, so I caught the tram back to the city.




Hlebo and I are re-blonding our hair this weekend, so I went to Ricky's to get new dye. While I was there I spied on a woman who was trying to bite Liv Tyler's style.


I met up with Matthew on Canal St. There were a fair amount of shows in the SoHo-L.e.s.-Little China astral plane. They were all crowded and steamy and didn't have bars. If I was the Bill Cunningham of downtown art I would say the name of the game was stacks, poles and towers, each possessing a degree of fragility/vulnerability that tall things generally ward away; that the majority of every wall was white and the art was concealed by the enormous crowds, sometimes to their detriment.


At Suzanne Geiss they were playing a silent video of Georgia Sagri in a romper performing in her "Williamsburg" rooftop bunker.

After we maxxx'd out, Matthew walked over the Williamsburg Bridge.

They'll sell happy meals to just about anybody.

Current mood: vivacious
Jazz song: Sathima Bea Benjamin -- I'm Glad There Is You