Yearly Archives: 2009

Art Basel Miami

Last Tuesday I did yoga.

Wednesday afternoon I went to Miami for Art Basel. KR and I got in and met Nato and Brock at this party in the back of this confusing hotel, the free drink options were vodka or wine. Then Dan showed up. Then Dan and I went to this bar. Then Dan went home.

Thursday I went and saw the show at the Wolfsonian. It was really incredible. Everything came together really nice. Then we went to NADA. There were work cocktails that evening, but I wasn’t too chatty on account of wiling out the night before.

Friday we went to Art Basel, Pulse and the Rubell collection. That night was the big opening at the Wolfsonian. I was doing impromptu tours of the museum to people that I sorta recognized and people that I wanted to meet. Leslie Hall performed and people flipped out. After I tagged along to some fashionista parties with some Canadians.

Saturday morning KR and I helped lead a kids craft workshop for Kid Made Modern. It was a big success. There was an artist’s talk for everyone in the show that afternoon. I watched SNL, then went out to Mac Deuce and a couple of club places.

Sunday we hung out by the pool and did no more art stuff. Some Creative Time people joined us. That evening I went to their party on the ocean front. There was a lot of room to stretch out, so we did a lot of weird dancing.

Monday the weather was the best it was the whole trip so we seriously hung out by the pool. Mojitos and martinis all day.

Film

Apocolypse Now Redux — watched on HBO when I couldn’t sleep. I’d seen it before. Thought it was funny that Dennis Hopper played a photog in the movie, then saw a gallery of his photography later that day.

Greedy — Kirk Douglas is rich old uncle Joe. His no good family wants his money. Michael J Fox and Phil Hartman up in it too.

2 weeks ago was the FEAST fundraiser. There were prizes, beer, and dancing. A lot of dancing.

Some of us Hit Factorie members met with the directors of BEAM Camp. Hopefully we can get up there this summer and work with the kids.

The work week was short. I kept busy working on the Kid Made Modern site, while KR working on launching the Book Dept. blog.

The weekend was long. Thanksgiving was a hit, at the church again. Lots of food, puzzling, confessionals, Kyle as Bubbles the turkey, drinking, and lingering clean up. I spent the rest of my days either being lazy or going to bars.

Film
The Violent Years — Stupid Ed Wood movie. Fell asleep.
Girl 6 — A Spike Lee joint about phone sex. I think I saw this on TBS a long time ago.
Crimes and Misdemeanors — A Woody Allen joint about affairs and such.
I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang — Another depression era movie. This fella wants to be an engineer. But he gets mixed up in a wrong place, wrong time situation.

2 Saturdays ago I met A&W, Emily and Bill for lunch, then we all went to the studio for a Brock art project. Then to a place called Big Wong for dinner, then drinks.

Last Thursday morning I boarded my monthly flight to Chicago. This weekend focusing on the marital union of Sam and Bethie. Met up with Laura for lunch and took off to see some art at the new wing in the Art institute. There were some Zoe Strauss pictures in the photo gallery and I felt like a real deal art collector on account of having a print from her. My favorite thing was a big log by Charles Ray. Overall, good addition. I hope they someday get an installation of some sort in that giant lobby. Then I went to the Cultural Center, where I most enjoyed the Project Onward studio/gallery. That night I met Sam and we headed over to Salerno’s for some pizza with a bunch of wedding party gals.

Friday we practiced the wedding and then practiced eating. The miniature cheeseburgers were quite popular. Best toast award was giving to Sam’s dad. Met up with the gang at this dive bar downtown. I had somewhat of a hard time enjoying myself because I was worried I might have too many beers and be hungover for the wedding day.

Saturday I woke up rested and not hungover. Met Oscar the baby (very cute). Helped Dave get dressed. Went out to Bethie’s aunt and uncle’s house for sandwiches and groomsman photo taking. Then onto the wedding. It was a full blown catholic affair. Since I was all up in the thing it went pretty fast. This band they had going made it seem way more dramatic than the usual mass. I think that other churches should adopt this soundtrack approach they’ve taken. Bethie wowed everyone with her dress and composure. I was expecting a lot of choking up, but it was minimal. Sam and I resisted our usual observational humor routines. Then sparklers, party bus, picture taking downtown. The Reception at this super fancy hall downtown. I gave my toast and I admit it was pretty intimidating, following Bethie’s smooth talking confident father, the room was massive and beautiful, and a lot of guests. I was told I did a fine job. Lynnie the MOH was very nervous, but barreled through and did a great job. We ate until we could stand not dancing to the live band that seemed to add a new member with each song. We shut that place down and went to a bar where I had a beer and realized I didn’t need anymore. It was one of those nights where you are just scrambling to soak up all the fun to be had.

Sunday was brunch and I spent the rest of the day lazing around waiting for my flight home. Foods consumed Sunday: coffee, muffin, McDonalds, cookies, Doritos, ice cream. Persons observed at the airport: French cowboys.

Film
Adventureland — I thought this was one of those Seth Rogin stoner movies, but he wasn’t even in it. I really liked it!
Gold Diggers of 1933 — Old musical about the depression. Not bad. Didn’t finish it though.
Trailer Park Boys — Movie of this Canadian TV show that’s pretty funny.

Baseball fans. 11:00am. Bud Light tall boys galore. Took me about 45 min to walk the 3 or 4 blocks to work, and it involved some underground maneuvering. I kept thinking — “wow, look at all these people gathered here, what if it was for something that actually affected their lives?”

Addendum:

If Only Voters Were as Diligent as Sports Fans

Whenever I hear sports fans on talk radio or personally chat with people about sports both Spectator and participatory games the depth and breadth of the conversations are not surprising. As a teenager fan, I knew the batting averages of half the players in the American League. It is the American way.

This mental diligence does not carry over, by and large, into their role as voters. Compare the differences.

1. Sports fans do their homework. They know the statistics of the players and teams are deeply involved in analyzing strategies and tactics on the playing filed. To them the game is a study not a hunch or knee jerk reaction. The looks, smiles, big salaries and rhetoric of the players mean nothing unless they are based on performance. Fans also look forward, thinking about foreseeing and forestalling their opposing team’s adjustments and responses.

The same cannot be said about most voters. Half of them do not even know the name of their member of Congress. Half of them do not even come to the game on Election Day to register their opinion.

2. Fans hold the hierarchy responsible from the players to referees (umpires), to the coaches, managers and owners.

Voters, on the other hand, have allowed top down forms of no-fault government. This is true even when votes are not properly counted or elections are stolen. Presidents, Governors and Senators, Representatives are rarely held accountable for their most series boondoggles, failures or wrongheaded policies. Smiles and rhetoric go a long way on the likeability index in contrast to studying their actual voting records. Voting records recede into the dark mists while the propaganda materials of the politicians shine in the bright lights.

3. Fans analyze reasons for defeat or victory not just on what happened in the ninth inning or in the last two minutes of the final quarter. They understand that the seeds of winning or losing are planted throughout the game.

Voters just look at the final voting count at the end of Election Day. As a result, they miss the dynamics before elections to understand what were the influential factors. Focusing on the latter had led some scholars to conclude that Al Gore cost me more votes than I cost Al Gore in the 2000 election.

4. Fans evaluate the dual performance of the teams offensive and defensive. They know that both who made it happen and who let it happen are keys to grasping the game. They know when a team beats itself.

:Voters almost always focus on which Party or elected officials proposed a policy or a nomination. Rarely do they criticize their favorite Party for not stopping bad bills or judicial nominees.

5. Fans understand that chronically losing teams need different players and managers. Beyond just booing loudly at their home team, they have many specific ideas about replacements and which positions need fresh talent.

Voters, many of whom are on automatic because they are hereditary Republicans or hereditary Democrats, seem resigned to the same field year after year. After ten years of losses to the Republicans at the local, state and federal level, Democratic voters still meekly go to the polls sensing they are voting for the least worst choices. Instead of asking “why not the best?” voters too often appear resigned, not demanding a new game plan, new players and managers.

6. Sports fans complain loudly, and engage in robust arguments with opposing fans. They have a long memory. I know because my small Connecticut home town was split down the middle Red Sox fans on one side and Yankee fans on the other. The Red Sox fans never let us forget that their team gave the Yankees their best early players, including Babe Ruth.

Except for one or two fervent issues, voters tend to give politicians a free ride about dozens of other positions that may affect them adversely in their daily lives and dreams of a better future for their children. Single-issue voters are easily captured by politicians who support them on that issue and are allowed to escape accountability for dozens of other subjects.

7. Fans are never satisfied observe Yankee fans for example but voters settle for very little and let their expectation levels run down year by year. Their cynicism makes them say that they’re not turned onto politics which is why politics has been turning onto them very disagreeably. And the golden rule of this brand of politics becomes “he who has the gold rules.”

One thing is for certain. If fans were as serious about politics as they are about sports they, as taxpayers, would not be paying for stadiums and arenas that should be paid for by private capitalists and the wealthy owners of professional sports teams.

By RALPH NADER

    Annual Halloween party.
    Watched some marathon.
    Partied.
    Had cold.

Film
The Reader — I think this was an Oscar winner of some sort. I liked it in spite of being one of those movies set in Germany but everyone has sort of an English accent. Also, the 2nd movie I’ve rented lately that has Kate Winslet sex scenes.

Intacto — sort of a psychological thriller about luck

The Public Enemy — real old movie. I really like the shots and sets. Hate that old movie slow dialogue.

The Women — no men in this old movie.

Frozen River — down and out people.

The President’s Analyst — wacky 60s movie.

In TV Program News
I’ve found some wifi in my apartment so I’ve been glued to hulu, mainly:

    30 Rock
    Parks and Recreation
    It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Thursday I sang the happy birthday song 3 times. Once at work. Once at a bar during happy hour. Finally at Kyle’s birthday.

Friday I went home from work early and watched a bunch of tv shows and movies.

Saturday I walked around Williamsburg. Received a text from Molly and within the hour there was a flash mob meeting of the minds. Rainy Saturday afternoon seemed to fuel everyone’s desire to day drink. Considering I’d eaten only ice cream for lunch, I was home ready for bed around 8pm.
Sunday the gang gathered again for Hit Book, “Friends” edition. I meant to go out after but encountered a banking error. I biked on home and cooked up some of my ignored CSA share and listened to TBSOWFMU. It was all for the best.

Film
Drag me to Hell — Seriously.

The Brothers Solomon — Sort of funny at times.

Brokeback Mountain — These two fellers who happen to be cowboys and gay and homophobic find each other. Sad.

Transformation: The Life and Legacy of Werner Erhard — This guy who did these seminar events called EST in the 60s and 70s. Mostly they screamed at people and told them the were assholes.

TV Programs I’m Following
Bored to Death
Mad Men
Community
also, Eastbound and Down

Took it easy all week in anticipation of the weekend to old Windville Chicago Illinois. No problems getting there. Took the rapid transit over to Sam and Bethie’s. Bethie and I were ladies who lunched, shopped, and had an afternoon drink while talking current events. Went to the Rainbo that night for a couple of beers.

Friday olde Dave and Mike rolled in, we did some hanging out and liquid lunching at Sam’s. Then to the pizzeria. Blume met us there. Then it turned out the wedding people where there as well. Then to a bar and met up with the rest of the wedding peoples and olde Josh Lake was there. We exhausted that bar’s resources and went to a second bar and everyone agreed it was hazy after that.

Saturday we had some breakfast at the Hollywood Grille and pretty much lazed around waiting for the big AdeleMark wedding. Great wedding! Cool setting, good people, nice foods, plenty of drink, lots of dancing. Even ping pong. Some of us went to the Hideout post reception to show off our formal wear to the common folk.

Sunday came around and I had to go back to New York City. Where I live.

Film
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? — A lot of screaming.
Little Children — I’ve already forgotten what this was about. Something to do with bored suburban stay at home parents and a pedo moving into town. I think I liked it.



2 weeknight meetups last week. Social salons.

Friday I hopped in a minivan with Bill, Liana, Kyle, Emily and Zach to watch movies on the way to the beach in NJ. It was Bill’s birthday bash. Over the course of the weekend about a dozen or so other people came and went. There was swimming, chili, dancing, puzzling, a play, dramatic readings, singing, mafia, cards, mussels, bikers, joggers, phone calls, charades, apocalyptic moons, portraits, gossip magazine, studying, breakfasts, lunch, dinners, drinks and more. Good times. No regrets.

Film
The Killing of a Chinese Bookie — John Cassavettes has to kill this chinese bookie.
Rosemary’s Baby — Mia Farrow has a baby.
Sweet Movie — Very bizarre