What people see in the moon (and what I thought of Monday)


So I learned that, like Americans used to say they see a man’s face on the moon, Koreans used to say there was a rabbit using a mortar and pestle to make rice cakes, or doing this other thing….


Loving the city

Shane and I had a fun adventure Saturday. Our only plan for the day had been to attend the opening reception of an art exhibition in which my friend and former coworker Kate Vikstrom is showing some paintings.

My favorite of Kate’s watercolors at the show:

katevikstrom1Shane’s favorite from the show:

katevikstrom2At the gallery, we realized we didn’t really know each other’s tastes in art, since we cannot afford to buy any art, so we played a game trying to guess which paintings we’d purchase if money were no object (besides Kate’s work, of course, because no question we’d buy our friends’ art before anything else).

This was my choice (by Rebeca Roman), which Shane poopoo-ed:

rebecaromanAnd this was Shane’s (Pink Meadow by Malgorzata Mizia), which I also liked:

miziaWe also liked this other one by Mizia:

mizia2So in a nutshell I like some abstract works while Shane prefers more representational, but we can meet in the impressionistic middle.

Before and after our visit to the gallery, we walked on the Highline, which was quite crowded with tourists. My favorite part of the Highline are the benches in water:

highlineOn the same Chelsea street as the gallery was this Banksy:

banksynyaccentAnd down another street nearby, this new Banksy collaboration with Os Gemeos:

banksy&osgemeosAnd some other art nearby:

hot sheepWe ate at restaurant in Chelsea called The Park, where I had a couple swanky cocktails. Then we walked in search of dessert, not realizing that two places I have been wanting to try were just a few blocks from the end of the Highline in the West Village: the Wafels & Dinges truck and the Big Gay Ice Cream Shop. I had been instagramming too much, so Shane wouldn’t let me take photos of our desserts, but they were delicious. Just as we finished our Liege waffle with spekuloos (gingerbread spread), we walked a few steps to find Big Gay Ice Cream, where we simply had to try the Mermaid (vanilla soft-serve with key lime curd).

Art + cocktails + dessert = great time in downtown NYC.

Visible outcomes is kind of a dumb name

And yet, that’s what this is about, right?

Yesterday, I goofed around most of the day, as you can see from yesterday’s two video posts, but I did finally clean the apartment. Talk about visible — we had black dust on our feet, and the only place I can think it came from was the NYC air, since it accumulated mainly by the windows. The apartment looks amazing now, so I am going to try to clean something at least every other day.

You’d think if I were that compulsive and that into visible results, I’d clean and organize stuff more often. But in fact I’m quite slobby, even slobbier than my husband. It’s to the point where he has designated “clutter-free zones.” I try, of course, but usually that means moving stuff off the dining table before he gets home from work. Hey, let’s not be negative here — that’s a big deal!

It’s better to Netflix than spend the entire day playing Facebook games, especially if I’m watching documentaries and TED Talks, as I am wont to do, so at least I can say I learned something. A middle school kid I’m friends with on Facebook (through church, don’t ask) said Candy Crush is stupid and asked if she’s the only one not playing it. I know lots of people not playing it, but I do play it, rather obsessively. I play the app on my phone (five lives) and on my laptop through Facebook (five more lives). And while I’m waiting for my lives to refill, I play other King games like Farm Heroes Saga or Pet Rescue Saga or Papa Pear Saga (though the last two I can’t play anymore because not enough ‘friends’ play it to help me unlock more levels). Maybe Candy Crush is more successful because it’s not called “Candy Crush Saga.”

She’s right about it being stupid, and she’s right that everyone seems to be playing it. I actually feel embarrassed to play it in public, particularly when I see other people doing it. The ones who play it while walking are the really embarrassing ones, so I always pause my games as I transfer from bus to train. But why? Why should I feel ashamed of playing this game? At least I am not engaging in some other, more destructive compulsion, like picking at my scabs or scratching my hundreds of mosquito bites. Which, if I’m just watching Netflix or reading or sitting on public transportation, I might just do. Don’t judge me!

And while I plead for non-judgment, I simultaneously judge those who pay for more lives or boosts. But I believe in karma, so I’m going to try to withhold that judgment, else one day I’ll be paying for some imaginary stuff on the Internet and remember that time I once laughed at people who did that.

If you’ve ever been addicted to Facebook games, you should watch this Candy Crush addiction fake movie trailer; it’s got some dumb parts, but it also has hilarious bits: