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I don’t know how to put this but if you are still checking this site, you are missing the fun!
http://www.culturalspelunking.wordpress.com is where its at!
Update your blogroll, or your google reader, or your memory bank. All the cool kids are doing it.
(And it’s prettier)
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Ariel said it best ladies and gentlemen, a whole new world. Or at least…a whole new URL.
If it was a boat I would break some champagne on it, but as it is a new and improved and appropriately named version of this blog, I will just continue to drink my unbroken cup of carrot orange juice-http://culturalspelunking.wordpress.com
New, improved, in a more attractive layout (I am feeling rather claustrophobic bound in my these intense grey side bars, anyone else?) and with RSS capability (if you’re the kind person whose into that kind of thing). Better in almost every way.
So go there, not here. Startinggggggggg…..now!
After a harrowing day yesterday, I felt that fortune had smiled upon me when I found myself miraculously free and in my own neighborhood by 7 pm. Being that Thursday nights from 7-9 just happen to be free admittance, I decided to scope out the provocatively titled “Younger Than Jesus” exhibit at the New Museum. “It will be so cool,” I thought of the uniquely, attention-demanding museum which decorates the Bowery. Every time have I walked to work and passed it in the last couple of weeks I have given it a mental high five, like, “Hey you, can’t wait to come for a visit. For free. Some Thursday soon.”
My time had come and I was drawn in by the Urban Outfitters of Museums.
Image courtesy of the New Museum
Look at it, all “not fitting into the aesthetic of the surrounding neighborhood but in a cool way,” with architecture that smacks like gentrification on cocaine. I was pumped. Ready for a cultural espresso shot to a busy day.
Now, I try not to make general, sweeping statements, like: “the hipster art world can take its vague and hyper sexualized art and stick it up its ironic ass,” or “that looks like the contents of a goodwill bin, strewn across a table.” They are unprofessional (and I take professionalism seriously when it comes to sounding like I know what the hell I am talking about) and pigeon hole the entire exhibit.
I had the pleasure of checking out the first event of Celebrate Brooklyn the other night, David Byrne from the Talking Heads live (and free) in Prospect Park. After arriving haphazardly, sans food, jackets, or any compelling need to be able sit where we could see, my friends and I landed a spot on the grass in the amphitheater. From there we couldn’t see the band, we could, however, see the back of all the idiots standing in front of us so that they could see the band. And then it dawned on me, the fans of The Talking Heads really, really can’t dance.
Please enjoy the parts where Yuna, Julian, and Jim are cracking up, and the part when the guy in front of me scratches his butt.
Yes, that’s right. On the way to a mom and pop Lower East Side paint store, the lovely Amanda Baker and I stumbled upon a classic looking little coffee shop, called the Classic Coffee Shop. Before our room painting adventure, we decided to stop into the little nook for a refreshing beverage.
“Egg Creams” we said, in a puzzled manner after reading the sign. “What the hell are they?” Baker, being a Queens native and a smart cookie in general, is my go to for such information about little New York fun facts like this. When she said she didn’t know either, we decided to buy one.
Another blog about why I love college. And about why I love New York. I’m like a freakin’ broken record over here.
It is always interesting, seeing how you react to transitions in life. There is always the way you expect yourself to react, and then the real way. I guess there is also the memory of it later too, but let’s stick to present tense.
The transition into summer has been relatively smooth (aside from the actual moving, which I am working on blocking out of memory) but like everything else in life it has had its ups and downs. Some ups have been getting enough sleep, actually going out in this lovely (today rainy) spring weather, getting to see my family, and getting my hands dirty on some researchy things.
Both of which seem to be themes of my time in San Diego.
Please, soak up the adorable with this moment of gratuitous, estrogen-fueling fun. Meet Chase Fisher.
The charming offspring of my dear friend Hannah and her husband Travis. He is seven months old and extremely cute. He even sat through Star Trek and made plenty of noise, but didn’t cry, which I thought was impressive.
Also, check out the blog of my dear friend Shelby, who is super awesome as well as super pregnant. The blog is about both her crafty fabulousness and her experiences as an expectant mother, as she and my friend Tomas wait for little Kaleb to make his debut.
…who loves aviation and whom I love (and am trying to tempt to come to New York). A take-off clip from LaGuardia, taken illicitly during the time when “all electronics must be in an off position.”
That’s right Bryson, I broke aviation laws for you!
Also: everyone check out this little lady’s very own blog, which spouts wisdom about her excellent experiences in Berlin for the last year and is quite hilarious. Go. Read. Comment.
Well, as always, the thoughts of other cool things I could be thinking about/exploring/blogging about are piling up. So I shall wrap up my Tennessee findings with these things that I learned and experienced.
1. That Dolly Parton is a businesswoman/media mogul extraordinaire who deserves great respect and discussion for more than just her physical standout qualities. New York magazine agreed the other week when they wrote this article, which I highly recommend if you get a minute. Dolly is the snap! She has written 75 albums, risen from the daughter of a sharecropper who couldn’t read to a multimillionaire off of talent, savvy business skills, and character. If that isn’t the American Dream, I don’t know what is. One of the many projects she has in Tennessee (other than Dollywood) is called the Dixie Stampede, a dinner show, much like Midevil Times, but with horse trickery. By all means, check out the flip clip (and please enjoy Melanie talking like Strong Bad in the background, it was kind if a phase of the trip/our lives):
Another installment in the Tennessee findings. Though I have been in San Diego for days I am still not done expounding on the slice of American culture I experienced there with my family. So these posts continue, making a little collage of my findings, a decoupage, if you will.
Next up to bat, the Sevier County Flea Market. Enter the flip clip:
Kevin and I exploring some flea market finds…
And Jesse Williams, who pulled us over to talk about his newest record deal. Please pause to appreciate the moment when he asks us about our country music knowledge. (more…)
