artsy

today started well, spot and i had a slow breakfast at the cafeneto and i hopped a bus to herzeliya. my mom's plans didn't fall through, so we filled the car with petrol and returned to tel aviv, taking a bus from the parking lot to the tel aviv art museum.

not including a lunch break to a nice coffee shop on ibn gvirol, we spent three or four hours moving from exhibit to exhibit, some of which were truly stunning.

(a) nasal
i find it interesting that a lot of world-renowned artists seem to have issues with painting a decent nose. those that do succeed do it in interesting ways, especially with regards to (b)

(b) light
i know that real artists spend years studying and practising playing with shading and colour flow. i know. but that doesn't stop me from staring in awe with a stupid look upon my visage, wondering how in hell they manage to get that sort of thing right.

(c) power
some things were just plain weird (but in a good way!), and some of the work was simply magnificent.

we stopped at a coffee shop for a diet coke - my mom was having a moment - and then drove back to herzeliya. we took out the shoe polish and i began scrubbing the wheel where i touched on sunday, and after a lot of effort i figured out the method and i managed to get it all off.

i chilled reading a book and eating pistachios for a while, then decided that it was too hot and took the bus back to tel aviv. i was in a good mood waiting for the bus, happily bouncing, and due to space limitations (it was horribly packed) i had to stand up most of the way, so i figured i'd read my book in the aisle - bouncing a bit less.

by the time we'd gotten into the city, i'd made a bit of headway and hadn't once so much as lurched - i was feeling quite proud that i'd managed to keep reading with both hands on the book, while all around me were stumbling for the driver's klap-voet. we pulled up to the curb, and the lady next to me began shouting for the driver to open the door.

now this may not have happened exactly as it did if a couple of stops before the driver hadn't forgotten to open the doors: the woman shouted and then cursed about him being a retard. suddenly the cry went up (myself included) for the driver to open it, a frenzy of activity that fell on apparently deaf ears - i was convinced the girls next to him were a source of distraction. i wouldn't have blamed him if they were.

eventually (just before the light turned green), some old man came and stood next to us, and said quietly "i don't think this is the stop. i think it's on the next block."

i couldn't stop smiling and laughing at myself (and everyone else), for the guy was totally correct and the driver wouldn't have been allowed to open the doors even if he had heard us. how embarrassing :P

i went home and then joined the kid and a friend of his for ice-cream. we learned the story of where pavlova got its name, and sat down for a serious political debate. when the traffic cop rolled around and shouted "whose car is this?!", about ten people (ourselves included) jumped up to get out of there. i'd warned the kid's friend not to park there...

i was dropped off at a corner where spot and his girlfriend were waiting, only to run into ze germans (one of them's just moved to the neighbourhood) and help one of them find a decent parking. we said goodbye, spot and gf and i taxied to a hamburger joint, for a long argument over an idea i've been toying with. pity i wasn't in the mood to eat anything.

when we were done, we walked down to euphoria, for more chatter (now to crap hip-hop) and a drink. people only began arriving at 2am, when we were leaving, which sucks. we walked home, i showered, attempted once again to find the source of the smell emanating from the kitchen / laundry room (didn't succeed last night), and am now crashing.