love me, love me not

[yamamanama]

I’m not sure what Josie’s tattoos are. Josie has hair in layers of blonde with a streak of palely bright lavender, of orchid purple.

I arrived early enough to check out an art gallery on Newbury Street. All the art is by Timmy Sneaks. Well, some of the art in the back room might not be; it wasn't labeled. But it probably was.



"OFF!"


Blue Dreams


Butterfly Effect


Can't Feel My Face


Chaos Theory


Do What I Want


Extraterrestrial


Eye on the Prize


Honestly, Never Mind


I Was Just About To Leave




















Look!


Mirror, Mirror


Original Drawing


Original Drawing


The Pay Off


Too Many Thoughts


Also, fuck you, Blob.

I got ceviche for dinner. Very early dinner. 4 PM dinner.
It was sea bass ceviche, with bell pepper, onion, chili peppers, cilantro, passion fruit, ají amarillo (that is to say, a type of chili pepper that shows up a lot in Peruvian and Bolivian cuisine), and lime juice (obviously). No tomatoes, so they’re probably not Ecuadorian. In fact, the owners are Greek, Georgian, and Iranian (or Tajik, which is basically “Iran, if they were a secular state that is every bit as dogmatic and repressive”).

A guy read Slaughterhouse-Five for his book club and wanted a picture of my t-shirt. He’s also read Cat’s Cradle. I read a lot of his books back in high school: Sirens of Titan, Mother Night (well, I didn’t read that until the summer after my first year of college), Cat’s Cradle, God Bless You Mr. Rosewater, Breakfast of Champions, Galápagos, and Welcome to the Monkey House. I have Timequake but haven’t read that one yet.

Hannah has a tattoo of various Miyazaki characters, including Jiji, a dust spirit, and Totoro.

We got:
Dich, teure Halle from Tannhäuser by Richard Wagner.
Statues and Stories from The Light in the Piazza by Adam Guettel, which is a musical and not an opera, but it does have operatic influences.
Omar is an opera by Rhiannon Giddens about a Fula Muslim scholar from Senegal captured and sold into slavery in South Carolina.
in the scene he sung (Psalm 23), he’s in prison and is offered to translate the Bible into Arabic, but instead he writes about how he wants to go home.
Home is Home.
In un coupé? and Addio dolce svegliare from La bohème by Puccini.
Somebody, Somewhere and How Beautiful The Days from Most Happy Fella by Frank Loesser, another musical. How Beautiful The Days was sung from the balcony.
Surprisingly, we didn’t get any excerpts from A kékszakállú herceg vára.

There was a woman on the green line, dark-haired and pale and freckled, with a choker of metal disks each with a sun motif, a glass vial in a metal holder, and of figurines, helix bracelets, safety pin earrings.
There was a guy on the red line with a shirt depicting an open washing machine, a sock waving goodbye to its companion getting beamed up by a flying saucer. His daughter (?) bought it for him as a gift.
Sully had a thought once but Google is being uncooperative as it is wont to do.

burning question: Are you really going to take medical advice from a guy named BitcoinCrusader? Or, really, advice on anything? Well, not you as in the person reading this. I’m being rhetorical.

Comments

[chimney_swipe]

interesting art. also, hello, I just added you. Hopefully that's alright. :>

i loved reading the small, interesting observations, interactions, and details. i appreciate things like that in writing. anyhow, i look forward to reading your entries more!

[yamamanama]

Indeed it is, and thanks.

[cruelladelaura]

That looks like such an interesting art show!