Week of Gluttony and The MOMA

My cousin from the Bay Area came in last Tuesday and left today. I've been in NY for over a year and she was the first family member to visit me. We didn't get along well as children, but as we got older, we became closer. She's my introspective cousin, the one that asks the right questions to get me thinking and to keep me grounded. She's also ridiculous at times so she keeps me from being uptight...I've noticed that this city has made me lose my patience and laid-back attitude. I wish my family were here to keep me in check.

We spent a lot of time eating and walking around the city. She ended up spending Thanksgiving with her friends and I ended up with my friends (and their friends). Thanksgiving isn't really a holiday of giving thanks...it's more of a day to stuff your face until you can't move anymore. But since I'm on the subject of giving thanks, I'm thankful for having a caring family, loyal friends, and good health, and to live in a country that affords its people opportunities to make something out of nothing. With all the suffering going on in other parts of the world, I'm lucky to be here.

So enough of the cheesiness. I went to the MOMA last Friday and saw some interesting exhibits (some weren't suitable for children).


From the fourth floor looking down to the second floor. People were sprawled out on the circular couch and watched the film projected on the four walls.

The film had random scenes, like this one of feet. I don't like my feet. I don't like people looking at my feet (unless they plan on massaging it). So I definitely didn't want to see giant feet on the wall.

Then there was this naked woman with an orange bush floating in the water. Seriously, if you zoom in, you'll see an orange bush.

Giant nipples with blood running down the chest.

My cousin and her friend were listening to creepy messages in the earphones. The man's voice sounded like a killer from a movie trying to brainwash his victims.

When I die, I want to be cremated and have my ashes tossed in the ocean so a surfer can get my ashes up his nose. But if I had to be buried, I'd like to wear roller skates and have my dog be buried with me.

That's good advice.

There's a bunch of chairs and one chair is missing the seat and back. What do you think it means?

I wonder when men are going to wear butt tight bell bottom jeans again.

A chicken can live with its head cut off as long as its jugular is still intact. That's one of the many useless animal facts I know. I could also tell you that after a male hippo beats up another male hippo, it defecates and swings its tail back and forth to spread the poo, marking its territory.