Friday, October 24, 2008

Quote of the Day (Possibly, Year!)

"For all we know, that could be a jacket from Chico's."
-G. Flamer, Princeton, October 24, 2008

Marriage Scares People

Why? Because it's scary.

This article tries to make it sound less scary, but actually manages to make it sound even scarier. The author, I believe, thinks that she is selling us on it with her "humor," which, on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd think, ranks in funniness somewhere between a wound to the nether region and the popular television sitcom, "Two and a Half Men."

Truth be told, I only read up to #2 before I got bored and distracted. I guess I have to work on my commitment issues.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Cold Ease

It must mean you're working really hard--or worrying really hard, at least-- when having a cold feels like a real vacation.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Audio Recording for the End of October

It isn't the absences. Sometimes the bathwater sits very still, holding its breath for the end of the scene. And I can see myself as if I were standing by the mirror, against the wall, no longer hesitating.

It isn't the delay. Every morning, I get down on the carpet. On my hands and knees. But if I am praying, I don't know to whom. Time is every fate it allows; mine is just one. Resist nothing. Nothing.

It isn't the darkness. The outlines of figures. The buzz of the lamps. A violet scarf curled by the side of the curb.

Sometimes I'm not here. I drive around town and forget the roads. I forget what I'm looking for, or if I'm looking.

I'm three rows away.

The leaves aren't changing.

And the moon isn't fattening.

All the fine bridges, all the angel's spiderwebs...

I know you're listening, but do you hear me?

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I'm Dead

Yesterday, I discovered a group on Facebook called "The Debora Kuan Remembrance Group." This was eerie and unpleasant on two counts:

1) To date, I have never met or known of (and by "known," I mean "found on the Internets") another Debora Kuan who spells both her first and last name the way I do. Which essentially means that this group is my remembrance group and so I must be dead.

2) There were only two members of this remembrance group, and none of them shared any memories of me.

People! I'm dead, did I mean nothing to any of you?

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Allison Schulnik's "No Luck Too"

--an exhibition of paintings and video--closes today Oct. 11 at Mike Weiss gallery in Chelsea. Schulnik's claymation film, "Hobo Clown," is at turns brooding, wistful, thrilling, coy, funny, and moving. The pathos of the archetypal comic figure has never been more engaging.

In the paintings, the impasto is so thick as to appear almost sculptural, architectural. Schulnik paints with freedom and abandon, and yet she never misses her mark. These paintings--perverted and sad and strange, in the best sense of the word--spill their blood and guts for all the world to see, and all you want, as a viewer, is to see more of what this artist can do. I was truly seduced and amazed by this show.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

The October issue of AiA is OUT

Buy it now (and read my Clifford Ross review). You won't regret it.

Julian's Man

Otherwise known as "Shining Fellow with a Necklace" at Monya Rowe gallery.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Overheard in the Ladies' Bathroom at Penn Station

Girl #1: But you would totally date him if he lived closer to you, right?

Girl #2: Oh yeah. Totally. I mean, yeah. He is soooo nice. You know? And he's soooo tall. I would totally date him if he lived closer.

Girl #1: Oh my God. He is so nice. I mean, he held your shoes.

Girl #3: Yeah, he held your shoes! That is like so nice.

Girl #2: I know! Oh my God. I told you he's really nice.