from parody to measurement

the exhibition last night was a parody of high-society, and very amusingly so. the photography was wonderful, or more to the point, the make-up and attitudes of the israeli dj's being photographed were interesting and fun.

$1000 for a print? i don't know if that's a fair price, but there were a couple of them that i'd definitely put on my walls.

lake and i had coffee afterwards on a street-corner, she told me a story that made me really glad that i've never been to mount hermon for snowboarding. i've heard from a number of sources that it's not a good experience.

a horrible costume idea: dressing up as a giant turd in order to tell everyone that you're "the shit". that just ruined the expression for me, and it was one of my favourites :(

i spoke to my lawyer yesterday, and in sharp contrast to the agent she's still earning her fees - she got the papers directly from the seller's lawyer and is arranging all the grudwork with the registrar. she's awesome :)

i spoke to the plumber this morning, and i'm going to have to order the tiles and the shower doors three weeks before he arrives to check everything out. i find that a little... inconvenient.

that reminds me, lake and i walked past a shop window and she asked me what i thought of the giant, archaic bathtub with gold feet - i said the first thing that came to mind.
"it's absolutely perfect for slitting one's wrists in."
i could never be comfortable in a tub like that.

puscifer - queen b. is really freakin' cool. indigo children's been in my head for the last twelve hours.

i'm off now to measure the apartment.