meanderings

i'm not quite sure i have this figured - a moment ago i looked at the pink clouds through another window and viewed two comments on josh's last post - one by a person named gary and one by myself - in any case, am working some on the blog since josh is using the master business planner book (thanks patty gentry) and i am oozing about still in a bit of malaise - it's finally the weekend for the rest of the world so oh hell

today we saw a nice exhibit at the contemp. museum in st louis - a nice bunch of artists doing different things with portraiture, mainly, and a bit of cindy sherman - but the artists doing different degrees of posing their models, or allowing models to be posing, or themselves becoming their own beloved models (these were the weakest for me, pictures of the artist as lonely artist, camera shutter cord and all so visible)

the best was a split screen video of nightclubbers, individually staged in front of a bright white screen, dancing at buzzclub in london, barely 20s mostly it seemed, with tired beers and all had cigarettes and funky h and m outfits - one woman whose outfit, a belly-button baring dress, turtle-necked, was so confusing, made me confused about anatomy - how the hips or legs could possibly have been moving in cooperation with the belly button - she was shy at first with her arms behind her back then got into it after the first explosive breaking point in that track

they were all discomfortingly like kin

and we ate at a nepali restaurant started by a man with a master's in social work and public health who was tired of seeing so many fat and heart-diseased folks - more or less a less-spicey version of much east indian food i've had, but quite welcome in this week with no name