smarty

I went to a symposium today, scheduled in conjunction with the Foto exhibition at the Milwaukee Art Museum. The papers presented at the symposium were interesting, and the exhibition was amazing. I'm going to go again soon, and I have renewed my commitment to saving money so I can go to Prague soon. The exhibition is about Central European photography, you see.

I would write more, but I was starving after the symposium and somehow ended up buying lasagna and pinot noir for dinner, so I am going to go lay down and wait for the two glasses of wine to wear off. I am über classy.

i am so pretentious

So last week, I finally switched my Netflix subscription from my parents' credit card to my own (sorry Mom+Dad, I'm only a year or so late!), and I realized that if I'm gonna have to pay for this with my own hard-earned (maybe just 'earned') cash, I should actually, like, watch movies and return them and get more movies and stuff. Maybe this is what Mom+Dad meant by "learning the value of money"?

Anyway! I am horribly pretentious, and Nathan has been talking about foreign movies, like, NON-STOP*, so I was all "I should watch me some foreign movies," but I haven't really been watching movies for the past year or two, so I kind of drew a blank when it came to choosing actual movies. I stared at my queue for awhile, reordered it a little (read: put all the "Real World You Never Saw" DVDs at the bottom, I mean, deleted them, I mean, never had them in my queue to begin with!), and then just added Godard's entire oeuvre, because that is how I do.

The point of all this? I am apparently going to be watching this movie tomorrow/Wednesday before work. Exciting?


*apparently not too pretentious to say AND write "like" CONSTANTLY.

rainbows everywhere

It was snowing when I got out of work tonight and still snowing when I got out of the subway 45 minutes later. New York in a snowstorm is beautiful, peaceful. I walked up the hill to our building slowly, surreptitiously catching snowflakes on my tongue. I stood outside the building for awhile, watching the snow lit up by streetlights. Everything was quiet; the street was still. I looked up, let the snow fall on my face. I stood and watched and heard myself think.

tiiiiired

I had a baguette for dinner, accompanied by Boucheron, which is French goat cheese, or CHEVRÈ or possibly CHEVRÉ, whatever, the point is that I am a pretentious motherfucker who also eats like a fucking seven-year-old. I mean, I basically had an ungrilled cheese sandwich for dinner, and it was awesome and French so fuck you. It would've been accompanied by a lovely Burgundy as the cheese man at Citarella (I only shop at pretentious grocery stores) suggested, but I should be sober at least one night this week.

Not only am I classy as fuck with my baguette and my chevre (fuck that accent mark) and my prodigious swearing, I am also determined to ascend to new levels of nerdiness (geekhood?). I was watching Lord of the Rings last night and reading bash.org as I have been for the past million hours and decided that it is time for me to build my own computer. Then I spent about an hour talking about Linux and Google and stuff with John Paul, and I decided what I need to do is build a computer and partition it to run Linux and Windows. Or maybe just Linux, because the extent of my hatred for Windows knows no bounds.

[heard outside my window: huge crashing noise followed by "I should fuck you up"--probably not cause for concern right?]

Okay, anyway, this is where I'm glad I have awesome nerdlinger friends, because while I'm sure I can build a computer from scratch, I don't actually know how or have any real idea where to start. Well, buying a motherboard? I'll need that.

[my cat just jumped on the couch and climbed into my lap and started purring and OMFG IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE]

Uhh yeah, so... I aspire to be a bigger geek. Build a computer, learn Linux, learn Final Cut Pro, learn... I don't know any programming languages and that makes me feel... well, I don't think about it that much, but I want to write code. It seems like it would be fun.

...I don't know. My mom called earlier. She was watching some TV show, apparently, and she goes "I have a quote for you--'Everytime I punch someone in the face, I'll think of you.' I heard that and thought of you, because of the punching in the face and all." Uhh because that's my idle-threat of choice, not because anyone punched me in the face or anything. That would be fucked up.

My aunt is visiting this weekend, and I could not be happier. It's going to be so damn awesome. I already basically have the weekend planned out, but leave a comment if you can think of anything I shouldn't miss.