Mit Funktionsfaser Polycolon

I went to New York City with different bits of the family last month, and we did touristy things like see Spamalot, which was surprisingly great, and take pictures in tiny cafes, and go to Rockefeller Center. We did uninhibited touristy things as well, like take digital camera footage of Other and my dad running down the steps of the New York Metropolitan Library, screaming and waving their arms as if they were being chased by ghosts. (Other checked a lot off of his list.)

We also went to the Lou Reed's New York photography exhibit in a tiny gallery downtown, which I'd heard about on NPR months before. This was entirely due to Other getting a library card and figuring out where the place was and how to get there while we were at the play. I don't know why, but it just didn't seem possible to me to actually look it up and then go there. When he called from 40 blocks away, having found the place and gone there, my first response was to tell him that I couldn't come because I had to see the part of the family I basically hadn't seen at all.

But I did end up going and seeing the exhibit, which was great, and eating at 10th Avenue Pizza, which was great, and when I thanked him for making it all happen, he replied, "Doin' stuff!" which was my motto during the time when my friendships with the high school people were going to hell. We had all these great ideas - well, ideas. We talked about having a band, and travelling, and writing things to submit for publication, and we did nothing but sit at Denny's or Friday's (or Denny's then Friday's) drinking coffee and pissing away the meager paychecks we hated working for. The switch from talking about stuff to actually doing it was pretty much hopeless.

Even though I am really doin stuff now - making stuff, writing, purchasing plane tickets and renting cars like an actual adult, all that - I still seem to feel like there's some kind of membrane between me and the world. The Lou Reed exhibit was the beginning of poking my fingers through it, but it's not gone. I am working on it.