Oh, if only you had been there yesterday. I got very ambitious and decided that, for lunch, I was going to walk over to the Hirschorn Museum and look around. My usual lunch plans consist of smoking my lungs black and reading Jung while looking desperately for a newspaper so that I don't just lose my mind.
It was beautiful outside, because the rain they'd been screaming about hadn't happened yet. A little windy for someone with as much free-style hair as me, but it was a nice change from the bitter cold and rain. I managed to get to the Hirschorn in about twenty minutes, looked around at the exhibits. There's one thing that you may have heard of/seen. It's a bank of about 60 television sets that constantly run a stream of video that incorporates American Symbols (starts, statue of liberty, capitol building), the faces of former presidents, and other weird stuff. All of this is colored in varying shades of red white and blue, or are on a red, white, or blue background. The visual effect is that you are staring at a giant American Flag made out of television sets.
I went down the gift shop, and found a book I'd meant to buy ever since the first time I went to that museum. It's a little book of sketches and quotes by Andy Warhol called "Cats, Cats, Cats." A few years ago, Katie and I went to the Hirschorn, during a trip to D.C. I talked myself out of buying it then, and regretted it ever since.
"I've always just tried to do things that make people laugh."
I was so happy that I'd found the book again, and I bought it. Then, in the office, I actually read the book jacket, and found that he hadn't come up with the concept for the book. It was just some new way for the Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts to make money. They'd collected all these cat drawings by him, and paired them up with quotes taken from books he'd actually written, like "America". Warhol dumbed down for the masses. I hate the sinking feeling I get when the implications of something finally sink in. I was in possession of the artistic equivalent of particle board.
So now I feel it necessary to read at least one of Andy Warhol's books. That would be after I finish with Jung. I still like the little Cats, Cats, Cats, book, though. It's cute, it's got kitty-kats, and the quotes are really good.
Every time I walk around D.C., though, I am always asked to take pictures of tourists with their cameras. I suppose I just look like someone extraordinarily unlikely to just run off with your camera (I'm sure the severe suit jacket and dark skirt help).
We hung out with Jason again last night. It was fun, except for the end. We were at the waffle house near Dirk's store at about 10:30, and Dirk decided to walk over to his store. I reminded him how late it was, and he told me to just come over to the store when it was time to go. Jason ended up walking over instead of riding over with me, and I pulled up in front of the store.
I must have been in my car, staring at Dirk for five minutes, when he just decides to go into the back. I waited a few more minutes, until about 10:50, before I went in after him. Apparently, Dirk had been in the back room shooting the shit with a new employee. He'd completely forgotten about the time, and hadn't really noticed me parked in front of the store. Jason hadn't said anything, because Jason didn't realize that I had to be home by 11:00. And I had ten minutes to get back to our town from Dumfries, drop Jason off, drop Dirk off, and get home. Sometimes I just want to take a blunt object and dent his skull with it.
I'm not good at staying mad at Dirk for very long, though. He's too cute. So, I didn't talk to him for the rest of the ride home, but let him off the hook right before I dropped him off. I didn't get home until 11:30.
However, the lovely weather of the afternoon had become a downpour of biblical dimensions. It was raining really damn hard off and on all evening. So, when I got home, I told my parents that I'd been forced to pull off to the side of the road at one point because it was raining too hard for me to see. I got congratulated on my prudence.
Sometimes I like being me.
I really liked the waffle house. I want to actually eat there. It smelled really nice, like syrup and bacon, and the food was really cheap. It's a short-order place, so if you're sitting in a booth, you can see your food cooking. To top all that off, they let you smoke cloves.
I didn't get enough sleep, though, and I was dragging my ass all morning. It's Thursday. I'm so glad, because the week-end's coming up.
Have you ever heard of a band called "Shonen Knife"? They're a trio of Japanese (god, if I'm wrong, please don't send me hate mail.) girls with a loose grasp of the English Language. However, they insist upon singing their songs in English, with hilarious results. My personal favorite is "Tomato Head". "I drink tomato juice every night/ Why don't you get outta my sight/ Every night I sleep in bed/ I want to be Tomato Head." I have one of their CDs (they've made 3 or 4), and I was playing it this morning. Sasha glared at the stereo until I turned it off.
You guys didn't buy into all the crap and watch the Monica Lewinsky interview, did you? I hope not, because that would be self-defeating. You all bitched and moaned and whined about the fact that you were tired of seeing this garbage in the news, but you're gonna watch the interview? Are you gonna watch the goddamn made-for-T.V. movie when it comes out, as it undoubtedly will? Honestly! I don't understand people.
Actually, I meant to watch it, too. I had better things to do last night, though, and I forgot about it anyway.
The Gallery of Regrettable Food It made me laugh.
(2:35 pm)Oh, I'm so happy. Cut While Shaving has started posting entries again. For those of you who aren't up to date with the Online Journal Scene, Cut While Shaving created an uproar in August. It's a joke site, making fun of all online journals. The guy is supposedly semi-illiterate, incestuous, a drunk, crazy, a sexist, and downright ugly. People were freaking out, but it's a parody. If you can't laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?
Alex just got bitched out by Sharon for being rude to people who are calling her on the phone.
It was snowing this morning – I forgot to mention that. The whole area was....nothing, really. We didn't get that much snow where I am or in DC, but I heard that parts of MD and lower VA got 5-6 inches. We never get to have any fun.