sainteve (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sainteve) wrote,@ 2009-04-16 12:53:00 |
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NYC is my husband
I know I've said it before, but New York is probably the closest I've come to a long-term husband besides someone I was with in the 90's. Like him, it's sexy but overbearing and has a certain grounding feeling that's comforting even though I want to run away a lot. Unlike him, it's not verbally abusive, but that's already getting way beyond the initial metaphor. I'm probably a bad candidate as a wife, in any case, and since I fancy smart guys, they're all too bright to try hanging on at this point. So, the city it is. I come back and it's "reality" in a way that nowhere else really is.
Manhattan Mini Storage is my friend. She holds all the secrets I tell people about, anyway. I am visiting her today with wedding stuff after a successful installation at The Shunt Vaults in London for Spill Festival's Visions of Excess. Flowers, rings, vow sheets, lights, and so on. The laundry was a trip this time round. i usually have fabrics hanging from the ceiling and draped on walls to create a kind of chapel bordello effect. This time the fabric was so moldy smelling, and it was only hung from the ceiling by our fab collaborators, Bernadette Louise and Geordie Blake. The room was vastly improved by our lovely Spill Fest assistant, Nao, who vacuumed the space and helped us clear stuff out, but it needed way more than we could do (or be willing to do) in a day.
At Shunt, we did see a big juicy rat run under the suspended, soundproof-ish room where Nicole and I did our respective performances. We were close to an outside door and I guess it was scared by the trucks that zoom in that tunnel. My eyes were just widened by seeing a fat one so close, indoors (though we were duly warned). And then my phone buzzed in my pocket and I nearly hit the ceiling - complete with that special rat-screamdance that anyone can recognize without ever seeing the culprit.
The computer is the therapist. Poor, overworked 'puter. Though, she did acquire a shiny, black rhinestoned mouse to zhuzh up the tower (thanks, Nic).
My human friends are angels.
xo,
g
I know I've said it before, but New York is probably the closest I've come to a long-term husband besides someone I was with in the 90's. Like him, it's sexy but overbearing and has a certain grounding feeling that's comforting even though I want to run away a lot. Unlike him, it's not verbally abusive, but that's already getting way beyond the initial metaphor. I'm probably a bad candidate as a wife, in any case, and since I fancy smart guys, they're all too bright to try hanging on at this point. So, the city it is. I come back and it's "reality" in a way that nowhere else really is.
Manhattan Mini Storage is my friend. She holds all the secrets I tell people about, anyway. I am visiting her today with wedding stuff after a successful installation at The Shunt Vaults in London for Spill Festival's Visions of Excess. Flowers, rings, vow sheets, lights, and so on. The laundry was a trip this time round. i usually have fabrics hanging from the ceiling and draped on walls to create a kind of chapel bordello effect. This time the fabric was so moldy smelling, and it was only hung from the ceiling by our fab collaborators, Bernadette Louise and Geordie Blake. The room was vastly improved by our lovely Spill Fest assistant, Nao, who vacuumed the space and helped us clear stuff out, but it needed way more than we could do (or be willing to do) in a day.
At Shunt, we did see a big juicy rat run under the suspended, soundproof-ish room where Nicole and I did our respective performances. We were close to an outside door and I guess it was scared by the trucks that zoom in that tunnel. My eyes were just widened by seeing a fat one so close, indoors (though we were duly warned). And then my phone buzzed in my pocket and I nearly hit the ceiling - complete with that special rat-screamdance that anyone can recognize without ever seeing the culprit.
The computer is the therapist. Poor, overworked 'puter. Though, she did acquire a shiny, black rhinestoned mouse to zhuzh up the tower (thanks, Nic).
My human friends are angels.
xo,
g
