On friday night, Kiff, his cousin Dawn, and I went to see Bodyworlds 2 at the science centre. We got back late and i was hankering for something to eat that in no way resembled meat. We hopped to the store and got some minestrone soup** to heat up when the phone rang:
Me: Looks long distance. I bet it is a crank call from a happyrobot person: Is this a crank call from New York?
Stu: Define crank call. Poooooony (in the background. "i love you pony!"). Oh. that is john. He doesn't even know you. We are wasted. And hanging outside the knitting factory before a show. What are you up to tonight.
Me: I went to see dead bodies preserved in plastic. Stu: Um. Wow. That's weird.
Me: No - it is part science, part art. A really big show by this austrian guy named Gunter von Hagen. My friend described it as "the work of a madman", and she was right. All these sliced and plasticated bodies - you can see the nerves and tendons and organs. It is just wild. I mean, it hardly registers as a dead body. But it does make you think. How we are just meat.*
Stu: (background, someone shouts: Poooony!) I am here with Honky. We are gonna see a show. You should come to New York. We are drunk! Me: I want to come to New York. And get drunk with all of you. Stu: Eve and Mina and Kristen are coming in March. You should come too. Me: maybe I will.
*I didn't really say that, exactly ** the soup sucked. It was hard not to think about the bodies while eating.
Saturday night kiff and I went to Wendy and Joey's lunar Year of the Dog gathering. There were awesome treats to be had (potstickers, dogbone-shaped cookies) and some good folks.
Saturday - saturday was stunning and warm. Lunched with elanamatic and the dude. Went shopping in Kensington Market. Biked around with sun on my face. Winter is very mellow this year.