Who's The Boss?
On Saturday was Lubrica Mi Vida, an art exhibit at the Ashley Gallery in Northern Liberties curated by a Mr. Damian Jared WeinKrantz. I have been really excited about this opening because one of the exhibits featured a picture of me.
When asked for a piece to be exhibited, my friend Julia came up with something centered around Bruce Springsteen's Darkness On The Edge of Town, but really it was more about obsessing about old records and the things we project onto people. I've tried explaining this to people, but it never comes out right. It makes sense when you see it though. I love when things don't have clear direct meanings, things you have to think about to enjoy. I guess it works on two levels though. Mostly it was just me on the cover of Darkness On The Edge Of Town instead of Bruce. Julia, me, and three more of her friends posed for this project. It was a good time.
So Dominic and I drove into the city early Saturday night to meet up with Shannon, her sister, my sister, my mom, Julie, Mike, Rob, and Nipsy. All the exhibits were really good. I enjoyed Alina's a lot too.
After the show, we went to Standard Tap for dinner and then to the 700 Club where Julia was DJing. For dinner I had this incredible Portabello sandwhich that was seriously the best thing I ever tasted in my whole life. And at the 700 Club Julia spun mostly hip hop.
Julie, Mike and I left around 1am and I stayed with them and then headed to my Mom's house in Yardley on Sunday for dinner with her and my sister.
This weekend Julie called me shady and I'm not stating this to be all whiny in my journal, but she said it because I didn't say that Rob was coming to the art show Saturday in front of Jill. But she said I specifically discluded him from the list of people I mentioned.
Looking back now it seems unneccesary, and a little like I went out of my way to not include his name, but at the time I guess, it was just out of habit. Because I feel like I would talk about him all the time if I talked about him at all. But then after that, I started noticing other examples of my shadiness, of me purposefully not sharing information. Just like stupid stuff, like Mike and I were watching Press Yr Luck on the Game Show Network on Sunday and I didn't answer one of the questions that I knew, but when Mike asked me if I knew it I said no. Just because it was easier to say no then to say why if I knew the answer, didn't I say it. Because that was something I didn't know.If I want to know where I get it from, I can start with my Mom and my Sister, who are shady. So was my Dad. But at least now I am aware of it.
When asked for a piece to be exhibited, my friend Julia came up with something centered around Bruce Springsteen's Darkness On The Edge of Town, but really it was more about obsessing about old records and the things we project onto people. I've tried explaining this to people, but it never comes out right. It makes sense when you see it though. I love when things don't have clear direct meanings, things you have to think about to enjoy. I guess it works on two levels though. Mostly it was just me on the cover of Darkness On The Edge Of Town instead of Bruce. Julia, me, and three more of her friends posed for this project. It was a good time.
So Dominic and I drove into the city early Saturday night to meet up with Shannon, her sister, my sister, my mom, Julie, Mike, Rob, and Nipsy. All the exhibits were really good. I enjoyed Alina's a lot too.
After the show, we went to Standard Tap for dinner and then to the 700 Club where Julia was DJing. For dinner I had this incredible Portabello sandwhich that was seriously the best thing I ever tasted in my whole life. And at the 700 Club Julia spun mostly hip hop.
Julie, Mike and I left around 1am and I stayed with them and then headed to my Mom's house in Yardley on Sunday for dinner with her and my sister.
This weekend Julie called me shady and I'm not stating this to be all whiny in my journal, but she said it because I didn't say that Rob was coming to the art show Saturday in front of Jill. But she said I specifically discluded him from the list of people I mentioned.
Looking back now it seems unneccesary, and a little like I went out of my way to not include his name, but at the time I guess, it was just out of habit. Because I feel like I would talk about him all the time if I talked about him at all. But then after that, I started noticing other examples of my shadiness, of me purposefully not sharing information. Just like stupid stuff, like Mike and I were watching Press Yr Luck on the Game Show Network on Sunday and I didn't answer one of the questions that I knew, but when Mike asked me if I knew it I said no. Just because it was easier to say no then to say why if I knew the answer, didn't I say it. Because that was something I didn't know.If I want to know where I get it from, I can start with my Mom and my Sister, who are shady. So was my Dad. But at least now I am aware of it.
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