man what a radical time today. down to pioneer square for first thursday and all the people in this square (like, a square within pioneer square, assholes) where they were all selling their home-made art and the asshole guy wanting to charge us $15 for parking when across the street there was parking for $5.
wanting to kiss a boy who was sleeping behind his table of handmade postcards, the way he laid there, hands folded on his stomach, the scratchiness of his 5 oclock shadow around his sleepily curled lips.
watching the pigeons dance around 3 feet above the ground and the guy next to me talk to them to impress his gf while i sipped my coffee, which reached the perfect temperature, finally unclouding my still sleepy eyes.
wanting to buy 4 different things, taking cards and hoping to have the skrill in the next month or so to buy the painting with the birds!
and the one that said "keep still please".
also, i noticed that the photographers were kind of assholish while the kids with their collages/paintings on boards and wood and most not even on cardboard were really gracious and interested in talking about their work.
and then we went to the international district and ate at saigon bistro which totally lived up to vika's saying it had a good reputation. tofu dishes as far as the eye can see and such amazing vegetables and fresh spring rolls like a motherfucker.
the creme brulee was ok, but i wouldn't necessarily recommend it. overall, though, great meal.
then to the seattle art museum for the abstract art exhibit.
i started crying while looking at the klee picture because it was so immediate and i could see the strokes he made and it was so small and intimate and i may start crying now.
and i am not even all that into klee necessarily.
and there was joseph cornell and kandinsky and also a few rooms with pre-renaissance art and it just blew me away. while was looking at the paintings all i could think of was how the longing and desire for communion with god is such a human instinct, that people have always wanted the holy and that any art, whether the artist is an atheist or not speaks to me at that level.
a desire for holy connection, whether with other people or something else.
that's how art hits me.
and then to cantebury pub or whatever it's called on 15th for drinks and pool (i watched, jon and vika played), and good music.
and then jon and i staying up too god damned late playing dominoes and drinking wine.
jesus, i have to go to bed.
i am moving back to oakland so that i can do this every fucking week.
i just can't wait to be home.
