those of you with keen cultural concepts as to what's happening in the world will probably realize that this post is a touch dated. i'm sorry, i wrote it and then failed to glance at my computer in moments of some serious eurotrash pausation. regardless, ensuing subject, always apropo.
like.........a Chat Pack: it's this great little set of cards packaged by adults with special needs out in the midwest somewhere that's just a set of cards with random questions on them that you can pull out when a dinner party suddenly gets incredibly bored with what you have to say. they're fun to ask people, and they're even more fun to just ask yourself, obviously.
last night, at a friend's, i was looking through a chat pack i found in the dining room and was asking myself the questions. i came across this one: "what's the longest line you've ever stood in been for?" (or something along those lines) and i skipped it. being that i hadn't grown up in the Soviet Union, i simply had no recollections of standing in line for anything.
today i went to see the McQueen Savage Beauty show at the Met. i heard the lines were to be reckoned with, so i got to the museum at 9:27, what with it opening at 9:30 all. i then proceeded to wait in line for two and a half hours to walk into this exhibit that made me realize, once again, what a mere mortal i am. it's like really, God, i had to stand in line for that???
honestly, i think Mozart almost lost his spot in terms of ranking right up there in terms of how close to the Big Guy one can get goes. the man was a mad freak genius superstar. i don't get it - how are all the rest of us completely missing the mad passion gene that makes life worth living???? weird. i mean, it gets me thinking - what could i, from this moment until the end of my days, possibly do that would bring people out in droves like that????
brainstorming to commence...now. i guess.
here's the line:
like.........a Chat Pack: it's this great little set of cards packaged by adults with special needs out in the midwest somewhere that's just a set of cards with random questions on them that you can pull out when a dinner party suddenly gets incredibly bored with what you have to say. they're fun to ask people, and they're even more fun to just ask yourself, obviously.
last night, at a friend's, i was looking through a chat pack i found in the dining room and was asking myself the questions. i came across this one: "what's the longest line you've ever stood in been for?" (or something along those lines) and i skipped it. being that i hadn't grown up in the Soviet Union, i simply had no recollections of standing in line for anything.
today i went to see the McQueen Savage Beauty show at the Met. i heard the lines were to be reckoned with, so i got to the museum at 9:27, what with it opening at 9:30 all. i then proceeded to wait in line for two and a half hours to walk into this exhibit that made me realize, once again, what a mere mortal i am. it's like really, God, i had to stand in line for that???
honestly, i think Mozart almost lost his spot in terms of ranking right up there in terms of how close to the Big Guy one can get goes. the man was a mad freak genius superstar. i don't get it - how are all the rest of us completely missing the mad passion gene that makes life worth living???? weird. i mean, it gets me thinking - what could i, from this moment until the end of my days, possibly do that would bring people out in droves like that????
brainstorming to commence...now. i guess.
here's the line:
