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... just saw carlos d djing in the lobby of the guggenheim...
guess thats what being in nyc is about.
felt pretty good about it.
sadly, had to go alone, which was the most bizarre/sublime part of it all.
what a detached evening of strange intensity
good music, sterile art...
we pay to be let into famous buildings with pieces of the past, yeah
fuck you micheal de certeau; the best view of human existence is from above, not amidst
marvelling at masses from above; such a strange luxury (swelling of crowds)
and childish catlike mimicry of weaving and tangles
too much money spent for not enough payback
and wind penetrated the layers of my coat and my coat and my coat and then my dress
and leaned into it was violent and induced tears
but the gallery was nice...
oh, nyc.
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[21 Dec 2005|04:22pm] |
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doing homework that i have to email to my prof. today...
totally forgot there were guys working on electrical things related to our house (until they flicked some circuit breakers and i lost power to my computer without having saved changes for the past couple pages GODDAMN)
...to quote dear jon blake fostar, the cracked out guy in my sound class. (he's got the most impressive 'goddamn' that i've ever heard)
so hanyways. back to the 'ol em ess word. blinking cursor glory
fuck
ps- my computer's date and time is set to something weird so whenever i try to update my journal it tells me it's impossible because i'm trying to post in the future. yes, well.
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[15 Dec 2005|12:19pm] |
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howdy! hope y'all are feeling nice and hale today. i know i am! good, good.
so, i meant to actually do some work last night but instead graison (reclusive dear down the hall) came storming in gently offering alcohol and sonic youth (thurston moore playing a five buck show in the east village); obviously, since today is reading day (and i have no exams) i was like yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
due to the whole not having class today business.
drank some makeshift gin and tonics (pulled out of his inner coat pockets in brown paper bags; hidden impossibly on his skinny body! stealth) and trudged through the avenues (numbers and letters) until alphabet city into the east side... it was somehow sold out; apparently a very small venue. leaned on lamposts sulking and hoping to get let in, then decided to wander around.
found a ukrainian coffee shop with a table that was actually a ms pac man/galaga table... played, drunk, hilarious... combatted thawing of freezing, intoxication (not extreme) and shot of caffeine... silly silly. oh, oh graison. joked about ukrainian heritage (turns out he's more ukrainian than i am) and then decided to take a romp through our neighbourhood of ukrainian restaurants and bars. got some beer at sly fox, a sleazy bar notorious for not carding. it was ukrainian too, apparently. felt pretty good about that. then we wandered on back. pleasant walk and i've never been even remotely drunk in such cold. (mid 20s farenheit; think thats like -5? maybe? )
pleasant pleasant. asleep by three and somehow managed to wake up naturally (forgot to enable alarm on cel phone) at 9, so was only a bit late for my recording suite over at the tisch fuck building. good job, me!
sincerely,
andrea
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[11 Dec 2005|04:59pm] |
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so apparently the NYU hockey team is on quite the winning streak! haven't seen a game yet, but i've heard they've won all the home games so far...
lalalalalalalalala
procrastinating! i've hit the point in motivational low where i'm just not passionate about any of the projects i'm doing right now so they are all going to be horribly half-assed.
( the year in review, stolen from anne )
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[06 Dec 2005|01:19am] |
( because this is all i do these days )
stolen from annnnneeeee
ps- all sorts of crazy threats from the uni that stipends and job offers will be revoked from grad students who don't resume teaching before wednesday; my french teacher still will not go back. what a fighter.
ps- after our class met in a bar somewhere this afternoon so he could chat with us for a while, i went to the post office to take care of some business... on my way back, sought out the elusive Marc Jacobs store in Soho; I have actually gone out looking for it in the past with the address in mind but never found it... stood in front of it for a long few seconds pondering the address of the unmarked store beside it before realizing i was standing right in front of it... so stealthy. lots of rich blonde twenty somethings. one lady looked familiar ie famous, but don't they all here.?
marvelled at some cute flats, but thats all one can ever do there, ce n'est pas? felt out of place in my unshowered glory; polar fleece, hairy hat... that's right, bitches.
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[04 Dec 2005|08:59pm] |
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i love this shit. i am becoming internet-happy and procrastinator extreme in my pining for home days. i only have one weekend left in the city and then home for me it is...
shit, son...
( music stupid meme type thing )
ps, did i already say i bought a dress the other day? yesterday i mean? it is consuming my thoughts. (lame, i know)
it is getting altered (no charge by the lady who made it) right now but i can pick it up later in the week.
it is kind of holiday ish and kind of empire-waist ish vaguely jane austen simplicity influenced i'd like to say. basically i'm rambling.
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[04 Dec 2005|03:28am] |
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first snowwwwwwwww!!!
AHIIIIIII SHII SIII aiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiyiiiiii
number fingers thawed nicely by warm computer. thanks, computer.
just realized i haven't named this guy.
thanks, Max
(after a long random free association starting from bobcat)
Max you are. well, thanks for that thawing, max. much love to the world!
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[30 Nov 2005|05:19pm] |
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last day of november. madness!
17 days until home. i should make a list of all the things i need to do before then. will make it seem like a lot shorter, i'm sure.
thrilling.
scrabble and flaxen hair?? sounds idyllic...
edit- grandmaster flash, yeaaaaah.
i definitely just wasted at least an hour browsing celebrity playlists on itunes. i want to be a celebrity so i can publish one and people might actually read it/be amused. lame gorillaz' definitely the funniest.
so maybe i should actually do something
i tried watching a pirated Jarhead (hilarious. some guy in a theatre holding a crappy digital camera, obviously. he keeps breathing loudly or shifting. god.) but i got distracted, clearly.
oh well, back to the itunes homework
also: whistler is getting a tube park! thrilling! they will have 8 'lanes', all of varying 'difficulty' (ie green to black diamond. i'm excited)
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[23 Nov 2005|10:46am] |
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24 days until home!
edit:
supposed to snow tonight. YAAAAAAAA
i am going to wake up early (snow "before dawn") to see it first fall. i am determined. i need to see clean snow.
prodded a dirty ice puddle this morning. that was pretty exciting too.
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[11 Nov 2005|02:29am] |
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disillusioned and drunk
and twitching face and rhythmic tendanices
garbage stuffed between metal and metal
and metal reflecting uphill climbs and impending lights
(the subway rats perform acrobatics)
and we stood waiting with rushes of air:
I was calm.
cinematically overloaded with loud noises in a silent place and
strange encounters with unexpected decay
with colour fields of strange strange
family is in town.
twenty blocks away on park
and park
and thereare NO PARKS HERE. c'est une image faux.
il n'ya pas des arbres ici. ils sont plastique.
pulsating and swollen and highly repetitive; i agree
the stolichnaya delivery happens tomorrow at noon; don't be late!
goddamn the phonies in this town.
re-reading holden C and i goddamn love it.
(how many goddamn holdens do you know?)
vocalisations and silence.
stuff to do, stuff to do. isn't there always? when public image is concerned.
sleep and stuff to do. and what a strange evening of exhilaration and bitter.
bitter.
bon soir, le monde.
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[10 Nov 2005|01:35am] |
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no joke, i really did.
i thought it was some sort of weird fruit, or a dog toy or something, but when it squashed open and bits floated around the puddle (and i inspected it closer in curiosity, until i realized what it must be) i kind of freaked out.
i am in a state of psychological shock. a little bit. (i stepped on a crumpled piece of garbage accidentally and freaked out.)
but in hindsight its kind of sickly funny. surreal.
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got some cool rainy pictures i think. a little bit.
maybe. maybe one or two.
maybe. BRAINNNNNNNN
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[01 Nov 2005|02:56am] |
guess what- today was hallowe'en!
i skipped french and instead took the subway to Queens to buy a toilet bowl with Quinn. (studio art major. don't question it.)
the best idea ever... saw the city from afar and felt refreshed.
then did nothing other than swim kind of for the rest of the day. (don't get me wrong; that only took about 45 minutes, but i just spent the time before and after doing relatively nothing.)
checked out the Greenwich Village halloween parade; the streets of the village were teeming with creatures and spooks. so many weirdos and interesting costumes. quinn freaked out with close spaces of crowds though, so we left pretty soon.
9pm; got a falafel with roommate who is back from pennsylvania land. falafellllllllllllll
went into her place of work where the cute blonde slavic-looking drummer was working, and he played hot hot heat; so high school! get in or get out! lovely or pretty, its still my city
there is someone shouting outside my window. shouting in time to the fischerspooner in my three am headhpones. fischerspooner played a show here tonight. expensive though. fuckers.
random hall bitch (pet name for all the hall bitches) was like "oh, i'm going to a bar in soho" and if you heard someone say that, wouldn't you be like "fuck that shit, i'm coming!"? well, thats what i said. pretty much. well, she invited me first. (i'm not totally shameless)
so basically we went to this tacky bar in soho (kind of tacky) where her friend was friends with the manager, so we got a lot of free drinks and no-carding blind eyes. sweet. got hit on by not one, but TWO weird french guys! so cute! oh man i love it
life is weird. got fucked up with dazed drunkenness. never the tipsy buzzed drunk, but the so much that just soaks in at a weird pace so i just feel fatigued. which was the case.
met this random girl who was friends with Hall Bitches friends who was in high school but older than me... she goes to some prep school... by this point it was like 2am and we were kind of like "ummm, monday night, kind of want to go home" but she was desperate for some hookah, so she was like "IF WE SMOKE HOOKAH, I"LL PAY" and so of course we were like "y'okay"
ate the best hummus and pita ever there. drank a cheesy cocktail as well. something involving peach schnapps. I laugh loudly at the thought.
some weird guy on the street said to Hall Bitch on our way home "hey, you in the brown- i like how yo hair bounces!" and i was like HAHAHAH WALK FASTER and we broke off from the weird gangy types who were trailing us.
Oh, SOHO...
Oh, NYC. the more i love thee, the more i feel desperate to get home. i need a balance. i need to aproach the city from a state of deatch once again . goddamn. winter break!
irony: standing in duane reade (pharmacy) getting some juice... staggering people in costume, but christmas stockings hanging above the cashier. kmart cleared out the halloween decs way before halloween to make room for christmas shit. hilarious really.
GOODNIGHT WORLD. HAPPY HALLOWE'EN.
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[26 Oct 2005|05:07pm] |
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oh my god these headphones constantly amaze me. prior to this, i hadn't really noticed major differences in quality between headphones, but there is an astouding clarity to these headphones; i will listen to albums i know fairly well and hear different parts much more clearly, or greater distinctions in the mix. or perhaps my ears have been honed hardcore to be extra sensitive after having taken half a sound class! go me
bjork is just hardcore
god i love her so much
the other day i was feeling really reclusive and antisocial so in between writing essays, i went to the library and watched music videos in one of the little booths. (chris cunningham dvd... he did a lot of aphex twin, and the video for 'all is full of love' by bjork and it was just so beautiful... )
my god she is just so sweet. i love her speaking voice as well.
that's about all i got right now.
autumn in new york IS pretty beautiful; i think i'm gonna go check out the pre-sunset light at battery park tomorrow. i haven't been down to the tip of manhattan yet, so i look forward to seeing the water. i took some photos this morning after class (instead of studying for french midterm... and last night instead of studying for french midterm i sat in Stairwell B litsening to some guy practice guitar [he didn't know me and my roommate were listening; it was beautiful]... that was at 2... i had an 8am... oh life is good
really this week is progressing quite nicely. i need to get out more and take photos and walk around and stuff. if i don't hit up battery tomorrow, i am going to go to walk west and into the west village/chelsea. i got lost in soho this morning (kind of; knew vaguely where i was in relation to a certain point but was constantly surprised by which way i turned out to be walking... damn you, crazy streets of the village/soho!)
thrilling, thrilling. i'll tell you what's thrilling is the wind here- you just walk through it and it HITS you and if you open your mouth wide and inhale it rushes into your lungs so quickly!
www.flickr.com/photos/demers
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[17 Oct 2005|11:28pm] |
bored... revert to meme...
( the truth, bro )
thrilling. almost done leonard cohen's Beautiful Losers, a ridiculous passionate vulgar religious book and the writing style is amazing crazy crazy
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[16 Oct 2005|12:16am] |
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god- i live for extremes.
worst night of nyu yet (shots of vodka with sex and the city with the hall bitches) and stupid hit like a wall and hiding under beds.
(it was pretty hilarious to roll out of bed half naked this morning to find last night's vomit in the bath tub. forgot that happened, but I remember an extreme sense of relief. Goddamn. I hate throwing up. Goddamnit andrea.)
nursed a disgusting hangover today. most bleak i have ever been. ate alone at esperanto, my eat-alone-haunt. it is so good there.
i considered having a nap. i stole a shitload of music- yeah, ourtunes... seriously, i didn't even feel guilty. it is ridiculous!! I will go out and buy some things (ie new broken social scene) but whatevs- the other shit I had no intention of buying in the first place, so whats the harm? Noone's losing money... but goddamn. ugly cassanova! and lots of jazz; I am so un-listened in jazz. easy as a click of the mouse.
stumbling upon someone's lord of the rings soundtrack i figured that was definitely what i wanted to do. so i dragged some text books to the library with the intention of reading while watching it and such (oh, the memories) but realized i had forgotten my keys and ID in the room. (locked) so basically i couldn't get into campus buildings, or my room. so i was like FUCKKK
so i sat in the park for a while; cheered up people watching, gave a bum a fiver in a daze, felt dissatsfied. counted the parents (parent weekend; I love meeting people's parents. it amuses me.) and impulsively decided, despite huge lack of motivation otherwise, to check out chinatown. wandered there and back, bought some moth ball smelling kung fu shoes, wandered...
extreme moments of love for the city- construction sites and brick buildings... the shoe stores of soho (haha, frivolity), facing the nearly-full moon over bleecker after dinner (with quinn's parents and sister) and i feel better about things.
i miss the landscape of vancouver a lot though.
parkrats, squirrels, and pigeons are conspiring together to take over the world, one park at a time.
i could grow to love this city, but there is a horrible distance still.
ladeeda time to do homeworkkkkkkkk
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[05 Oct 2005|02:07pm] |
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my roommate and i definitely slept through all of each others' alarm clocks...
definitely missed my 8am class...
teacher definitely thinks i skipped because i didn't do my essay...
bollocks... i was looking forward to being up early! i was ready to get all you can eat breakfast at downstein!! damnnnnnnnnn
tragique, oui.
instead i romped about the new york streets trying to find my teacher's office so i could deposit my essay in her mailbox. then ate a really good muffin at a random coffee ship (i like coffee ship better really) while sipping a latte outside on a bench. jolly good. then ate lunch like half an hour later. and will not eat dinner for like 8 hours. goddamn the college eating habits.
goddamn the sleeping through the alarms.
we're watching A very long engagement in french... it is lovely....
holllyyyyyyyy we should watch that together sometime like we said we were going to back in the dayyyyyyyyy of madame guibert...
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[02 Oct 2005|10:19pm] |
i bought a hookahhhhhhh... it is so cute. I am proud of it. it better last a goddamn long time.
random update:
my "socializing without substances!" has come to an end; friday night, I bought a mickey off of quinn's roommate (he has an ID...) and how sweet it was... i felt stupid feeling so excited about it, but quinn and i had fun. my roommate's mom was here (and that was very awkward; she slept in our room. she is very intense...) and so roommate+mother hung out in the room a while (my roommate always talks to her boyfriend back home on the internet... she just got a webcam... nothing gross, but just kind of weird. basically, she gets kind of nostalgic and upset whenever she talks to her boyfriend and he is hanging out with friends back home, and that is often. he has a social life plus her, but she just has him; she stays in or comes home early so she can talk to him online... its weird)
anyway so quinn has never been drunk nor had much to drink (he's more into pot..) so we didnt need much to get him buzzed. we drank in the park (yeah, reliving parts of high school we never experienced) and then prowled the streets until 3... it was beautiful. in between all that, we randomly met up with a friend of my roommate (they don't hang out anymore though due to the boyfriend issue) and some girl quinn knows from art and some people they were with; the one girl had just gotten her nipple pierced at like 1am and they were eating some food at a cafe nearby.
and LAST NIGHT which was really bad in terms of expenditure, we went to this kind of tacky mexican restaurant that reportedly doesn't card (but once IDed quinn... ahhaha) and we ate some mexican food and drank realllly good sangria, lounged around and just had some drinks. it was entertaining... expensive for such a grotty place though. that's not gonna happen again for like, weeks...
then we went up to this girl's room who lives in a residence across the park. basically, i would love my life so much more if i had her room. she has really low ceilings and her room is about half the size of my roommate's and mine, but it is so intimate and cozy and has so much character in its windows with panes and 14 floors up city view... seriously, i'm on the second floor and our windows, which are really big, look out onto a brick wall of an nyu info building. so it doesn't even matter that they are so big. goddamn.
whatevs. her room inspired me to do some rearranging today, so i have done so. so has quinn. he has raised his bed to a million times its former height, so now we can build forts underneath it. he's gonna get some bed raisers (he will need a step ladder to climb onto his bed... ha) and then we will drape sheer sheets around the edges and smoke hookah under the bed.
so cute.
so that is basically the update of my life. i don't have any film friends yet... i think i'm avoiding the cliques. they are very cliquey. people mostly bunched together already, and there are not really many film people in my antisocial dorm building. maybe some of the groups that were formed out of desperation in the beginning will start to crumble a bit and they'll be more receptive to branching out.
there is this guy in my sound class who is actually beautiful in many senses of the word. he is so quiet and aloof in his coolness though. and also he lives in a residence thats pretty far away, and basically when intimidated or intrigued by anyone i make excuses as to my reluctance... i want to get to know him though. not romantically though because he is already in a sort of relationship apparently with some guy at sarah lawrence. goddamn. (he is bi though, so that is an improvement for my sexual options here. all the ugly guys are the straight ones.)
anyways...
yeah.
gotta write an essay.
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[23 Sep 2005|08:56pm] |
think i'm going to delete this account... i pretty much don't use it at all...
for now, good bye.
email me if you want. that is better if you actually want to know about my life...
for now here are pictures if anyone is bored:
www.flickr.com/photos/demers
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