Why support groups are horse shit, and new cars are not

Remember how last week I wrote that I don’t mind going to support groups? Well, I kind of mind going to support groups now. It’s like with a new relationship – it seems bright, and novel in the beginning, but then his socks stink and it starts getting real. Nobody’s sock stank at the support groups mostly because we all wore shoes, but it sure started getting cumbersome. That’s because, you see, I expected to hear something new and groundbreaking. All they had were the same stories about life you see on the news, you hear from your friends, you...

On threesomes, and superheroes

This past weekend I got to think about threesomes. But first I got to attend Gowanus Open Studios. And these happen in New York fairly often, and in different neighborhoods. Like apart from this one, I’ve also gone to Bushwick Open Studios, and DUMBO Open Studios. And what these mean is artists in that particular neighborhood quite literally open their studios, and you get to walk around, look at their work, look at their stations, have a chat with an artist, or not, and maybe buy their work. I never have any intention of the latter, but when I see...

Art is weird and it’s a good thing. Or is it.

I don’t know about you but I like art in all it’s shapes and sizes. Even the art I don’t like, I still like. Meaning I appreciate the fact for its existence because that just means there’s somebody out there who needs it. And if there’s demand, there should be supply. I learned this in my economics class. Education is important. That also means there’s somebody out there stranger than me, and that’s reassuring. There’s at least two people who went ‘listen, I’ll put this into a pile right here, and give it a vaguely sexist name for no reason’...

On going to Barcelona, creepy antique photos, and some good rap

OK, so a lot has been going on and most of it was actually positive. I KNOW. When does that ever happen. So that’s my excuse for not being here because I was literally pulled out of my head, where I like to spend most of my time, and into real life. And it’s nice, I’ve been busy with work stuffs, meeting other people stuffs, doing fun things stuffs, doing not so much fun things stuffs, you get the idea. But tomorrow I’m flying to Barcelona. And we had another ‘massive winter storm’ hit New York today, so instead of...

New York – it’s a state of mind

So we had ourselves a three-day weekend, and it was nice. And you just have to appreciate your day job, what else would fulfill that satisfaction of getting away from it. Lots of free time, kittens, and fatty food that doesn’t make you fat – that would probably do the job, but hey. Saturday was somewhat of a cold day, so I got to stay home, sleep in late, and just kind of be lazy. See winter is tricky like that, you hate it with a vengeance, but it’s a super convenient excuse to just chill out for a sec....

My first, and last Burlesque show

You guys, this Wednesday was Valentines day, and it’s probably the most bipolar holiday ever. Depending on whether you’re single, or in-relationship status, you were either super bitter, or horribly ecstatic. I was neither because I had to work on a fairly complex excel spreadsheet that literally took me all day. Granted I do like working on those, so I guess that would lean me into a relationship-ecstatic status. My fingers gently typed away those weekly summary numbers, while excel took them in and grew larger and larger, until we both lost track of time, and span off into an...

On art shows, doodles, and how to make a fortune

Yesterday I got to attend Outsider Art Fair, and it was great. Today is the last day, so maybe like bookmark it for the next year or something. I found out about it through the Facebook events feature, which I like immensely. It gives you suggestions based on your interests and about 90% of the time they’re spot on. Which is also really disturbing, but mostly very convenient. It was located in the Lower West side of Manhattan, but I’m not sure if they keep the same location every year. What I am sure about is we were too damn...

Paris has my stamp of approval

So, I went to Paris this past weekend. And I’m not going to lie, it was great. My Ukrainian origins might have something to do with this, as we consider ourselves somewhat European, and being in Paris also felt like somewhat home. First things first, traveling is stressful no matter how you put it. As I found myself hyperventilating at one point or another. Airports, security, customs, herds of people, time tables, and rotating schedules. Honestly, I think all of it works by the sheer will of God, or careful planning and execution, either way. I did successfully make it to...

I’m going to Paris mofos!

So I haven’t written any posts for a while, and I did it on purpose. It’s a slick publicity move. Which is meant to keep you intrigued. Where you intrigued? Not really? Thought so. It was more like the usual adult life taking over. And I let it for a while, but I’m done now. And I’m back for good. A few things I have to tell you. I went to the Armory Show on Thursday, and it is probably the largest gathering of contemporary art galleries showing in New York. It’s also probably one of the fanciest. Because the...

What is MoMA PS1

I started writing this post about last Sunday since probably last Sunday, but never got around to finishing it. It still seems kind of relevant, so I might as well finish it now. I promise to be more disciplined in my blog writing. Maybe. Sunday was the first sunny day in a while. And people took to the streets. Literary almost everyone I know suddenly decided on the outside activities of different sorts, just to be out in the air, and in the sun. It’s like we’re goddamn flowers, which actually above behavior sort of suggests we are. And I just called you...