
This Sunday my friends and I were supposed to go apple picking.
The weather, however, did not cooperate. With mounting dread as the
weekend approached we realized that the forecast for rain on Sunday
was,in fact, inescapable. On top of that, apparently another friend's boss,
upon hearing she was going to do something fun for Sunday, made
sure she came into work, instead of "goofing off".I agree that this
is evil behavior. So in the end it was just my friend Signe and me.
We decided that it would be easier to take Metro North. Luckily Metro
North has an amazing deal where for $27.50, you get a round trip ticket
to Beacon and a discounted ticket to the museum.
I love leaving from Grand Central Station.It makes me feel like I should be wearing a
hobble skirt,heels,a silk blouse,a wide picture hat,and clutching a morroco leather carrying case, from which I extract a hankerchief after I kiss a man in a tailored wool suit goodbye. Signe and I made the best of the ride with card games. We played crazy eights, egyptian rat screw and speed, with Signe making up for my sadly deficient card game knowledge.There was a strange family on the train with us who we kept bumping into.It consisted of an Austrian or possibly Scandanavian accented older man, a little girl and an older teenage girl. The little girl was a super live wire, the older man was kindly, but weird, and not exactly in touch with reality. He seemed very invested in convincing the little girl that we were not taking out a pack of playing cards, but that rather it was a pack of cigarettes. I think we might have interrupted a conversation in which the little girl was trying to convince the older man that cigarettes are bad for you.
Most of the train was apparently going to Beacon as a well. We moved away from the strange family and found a group of two cute guys, who were unfortunately attached
to two cute girls who were going as well. We eyed them and wondered if they knew any card games.
When we got out of the train we were greated by a rainy farmer's market and pumpkin festival. We went into a old stone boat house for pumpkin squash soup and chili.
The first thing we really engaged with a simple examination of sculpture and
art which consisted of yarn stretched in different locales and corners of the
the museum's cavernous rooms. The artist was Fred Sandback.
In the DIA Beacon cafe we chatted with an art student from Columbia University.
We all found each other attractive and he promised to write our e-mails on a dollar
bill which he promised not to spend. I am afraid that he did not keep his promise,
and that I am going to get an e-mail from random employee at Seven-Eleven telling me
that they just found my e-mail on a dollar bill.
Aside from Bruce Nauman's " Body Pressure"the basement of DIA beacon is the realm of ghosts and haunts.
Bruce Nauman's "Body Pressure" now hangs in the entrance to my apartment
right behind the door. I have yet to invite visitors to practicipate,in "what they
might find to be quite an erotic exercise"but I am looking forward to the
opportunity. I took quite a chunk of Body Pressures in fact, so if anyone want to set up an "erotic exercise" please let me know.


