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Sat, January 13
Hip Hop Hasidim
My brother just posted this old video he made in high school and it is OFF THE HIZNOOK. Click here:
. (He's the other main hasidim guy who isn't rapping. The rapper is Dan McCabe.)
Speaking of hip hop, I took such an amazing dance class today at Broadway Dance Center with my friend Amanda. I couldn't believe this was a basic class. We danced to this new Ciara song called "That's Right" which moves at warp speed. I love this teacher! New hobby!
In the late afternoon, J, his sis, and I went to the Turkish and Russian baths on 10th street. Unfortunately, it is just as skuzzy as I remember, but they did redo the "radiating heat" room in nice tiles, so that's something. I always run into someone there. This time it was a co-worker, whom I did not recognize because a) she wasn't wearing glasses b) we weren't in the ladie's room at work (where we always run into one another) and c) she was in a bikini.
I signed up for one of the massages because it was relatively cheap and my lower back was sore from all that pop-locking in class. Yes, I realized that the massage table was placed strategically over a bed that I guess some of the staff use when they sleep over at the baths (or for guests?), and that it smelled a little bit like cabbage in there. But I have to say, I left the room feeling like jello. I hadn't had that good of a massage since...well, on the beach in Mexico. Ok, I am spoiled.
Went to El Cid for dinner last night. It is one of the first tapas places in the city, that opened way back when $6 was a lot to pay for a small plate of meatballs. We got serenaded by a Spanish music trio, and they sang our favorite Spanish song, to which I still only know the words, "Ai ai ai ai!" Oh well.
Going to see "Americans in Paris" at the Met tomorrow.
Oh, and did anyone read that New York Magazine article about the new Warhols? I just don't see what all the hype is about. I mean, c'mon, the guy indulges in making (what he calls) "hamster nests" in hotel rooms. "To make a Hamster’s Nest, Snow and Colen shred up 30 to 50 phone books, yank around all the blankets and drapes, turn on the taps, take off their clothes, and do drugs—mushrooms, coke, ecstasy—until they feel like hamsters." He also creates works of art out of his own phlemn: "I was sick, and I’d just wake up with a chest full of phlegm and spit all over the paper and make circles, you know? I’m not quite sure what I’m gonna do with those yet, but I like the way they’re coming out." Umokay. Something about him seems less like "cool rebel anarchist" and more like a kid brother just trying to get attention by picking his nose and wiping it on you so that you yell "Mooommmm!"
Posted by lexzog at January 13, 2007 11:15 PM
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