Happy Thanksgiving…
But I’m early on that, so lets recap the week. Friday, date night, dinner at the always satisfying Punch. Good ass tuna.
Then We Hit Harry Pooper, which I enjoyed, except that the direction felt different, like Hogwarts wasn’t as big of character.
Saturday, we hit the incredibly interesting Obsessive Drawing exhibit
at the Amercian Folk Art Museum. Them boys were fucking crazy! This
shit was like 25 feet across.
And these fill ins just looked like they hurt.
This was all tiny bubbles!
A whole quilt made out of wonder bread bags?
Or condoms?
Wozer, check out that pencil.
That night, I went to check out The Graham Smith and Stylofone at the
slightly shady Bar 169, but I got there too late and missed GS. Thayer
didn’t mind, and Derek was just chillin’.
Stylofone did its thing with Willie Beamin’ drumming it up.
In between sets, we went to get a beer and found a treasure trove of 88 Topps Baseball Cards just left on the street.
So we raided. Thayer and Derek got pocketfuls, I got a whole box, and Graham here took three, for his friend, he claimed.
When we came back, the crowd wanted some, these two kids went as far as
eating the 17 year old gum. And hit the curb spewing, too.
Then I got a random call that Joanna was leaving for New Orleans, and
tonight was her going away party. So I shuffle over there, and who do I
see but the one and only Tim Keiper. Still drumming (tamborine is not
pictured, but was present).
The party was hot. Lynn sisters and Seth.
The lady herself.
Briony and Melinda, so non chalant.
Georgia makes a first appearance.
Three fourths of the Lynn progeny.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Jampacked And Loving It…
Jenna and I went out and enjoyed New York to the fullest this weekend.
On Wednesday we checked out the Black Keys at Irving Plaza.
They fucking rocked, kicking ass in their duette way. But their openeing band was just basically glorified elevator funk.
Check out our new hats.
And happy veteran’s day, btw.
Friday we did the classic dinner and a movie. Rothmans Steakhouse
treated us quite deliciously, with a scrumptious desert special of
decadent chocolateness.
Then we checked out kiss kiss bang band which, if you just fully fully suspended your disbelief, was rather enjoyable.
Saturday, Rooney came into town once more.
So jenna and I sailed the seas of teenage girls, and lived through their siren-like screams in this musical odyssey.
Rooney rocked it, but damn, you forget how young you once were until
you stare in the face of the junior-high school crowd at its most
throngiest.
Saturday, it was time for my MOMA. Yup, I have not been since the
remodeling, so we figured it was about time to culture ourselves up.
And I must say, they have a mighty little collection over there. Les
Damoiselles.
Stary Night.
Some excellent Kandinskys (I think he is my favorite painter of all. There, I said it)
Shit, I don’t have time to post them all, but hot damn! Monet, Dali,
Cezanne, Klee, Calder, Miro, Matisse, De Chirico, Boccioni, Brancussi,
Magritte, Duchamp, That canny Mondrian…
Life affirming art. The real dilla.
And at night we attended the premier of “Walk the Line,” the new Johnny
Cash movie with Joaquin Phoenix and Reesy Witherspoon, which had a
sctrict non photo equipment policy, so no blogging there, have a macro
face picture instead.
Whew, told you it was jam packed.
My Penis Girl and Other Stories…
We went to see Michael Leviton with his ukulele again. He did his thing.
And who did we meet there but the other couple borne from working together, the almost edible Howard and Carolina.
Not to mention the young lady who inspired me to photoblog in the first place, Meredith S.
On our way out we treaded through Julie Taymor’s New York set:
She changed three blocks of the Lower East Side sixties psychedelic mayhem.
The next day my girl, maybe in an homage, who knows, dressed herself up as penis.
And
just yesterday, thanks to Sarah H over at Nerve, I got to go to the
premier of Sara Silverman’s movie “Jesus is Magic,” which was okay,
more standup special than movie. Afterward, we joined Noah Matt and
Althea at Patsy’s for some dinner. 
And today, not one hour ago, I fulfilled my civic duty, followed the signs.
Found my district.
And pulled the lever to governmental participation.
On a side note, I have just found another amazing work time waster. Remember the wonderful random confessions of Not Proud? Well how about the same sort of deal for Wesleyan:
The Anonymous Wesleyan Confession Board.
They get catty, inane, smart… so much fun. I might even have to add post.
Who knew the English language would have a push toward gender neutral pronouns?
Birthdays, Cousins, And Fountains Oh My…
As I said, Halloween was my birthday, and I got taken out to the
marvelous Esca, a Mario Batali owned eatery that specializes in fish.
The service is slow and snobby, but they made me a special desert and that was nice.
And I got totally hooked up with the presents: the complete run of the
New Yorker (that’s right, the whole shebang, 1925 until now on 8 DVDs)
and my sister surprised me with some PSP action, which might just make
me a video game junkie yet again.
A few days later my Cousin/Landlord Stickney convinced me to go out to
dinner with him and my cousin Gaby, who I have never really met. My dad
had a slight falling out with his brother, so there’s this whole branch
of the Stephens that are a mystery to me. And even though I had pinched
a nerve and didn’t feel like going out, im glad I did finally have a
real conversation with my cousin.
And soon after my birthday, came Jenna’s, on November the fourh. It
took me a while to think of a good gift, but I finally decided upon a
digital camera. Thus, the first picture.
We got her cupcakes at work.
And Pat turned the big three oh the next day. So many scorpios.
Jenna’s crazy friends took her out later that night, and I’ll spare you the ANTM videos they shot.
Work also had a non birthday party, and we took a red picture.
Then we chilled it on Columbia on Saturday,
And we randomly had a Bomba sighting, with thespian girlfriend Laura (I think that’s her name).
And you can’t end a week without a fountain shot at Lincoln Plaza.
I guess everyone just keeps getting older, right?
I have not been able to stop these days, so here it is, my overdrawing portraits:
Me (just can't get enough)
My Brothers Luis Jose and Tommy.
My Sisters Phoebe and Caitlin.
My Dad.
My Landlord Uncle Stickney.
One big happy family. Don't worry, more coming, they are fucking addictive.
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