This weekend was all Ivy League, all the time, brought to you by MIT and Columbia University. Whatevah. I went over on Saturday night to the annual steer roast rager at MIT's Senior House, which is like a huge co-ed fra-rority(?). Whatevah real wavy. The party is somewhat infamous because chemistry nerds can invent their own boutique psychedelic drugs, and they do. Locals unaccustomed to these new substances sneak in, take these drugs and then freaking die or come close, acting terrible and then complain about it. Wild!
Anyway, I was there because Brian was DJing for Das Racist. Beautiful. Fun. They were followed by Big Digits, who I love seeing out at bars, but so rarely see perform.
Anyway, I was there because Brian was DJing for Das Racist. Beautiful. Fun. They were followed by Big Digits, who I love seeing out at bars, but so rarely see perform.
a babe in the green room
Das Racist on the MIT Senior House
"ONLY LIFE CAN KILL YOU"
OK but honestly, this shit eclipsed everything else on Saturday and I still want to talk about it. In between bands, the CUTEST nerdy babes came out in these flannel get-ups and very matter-of-factly announced that 20 years ago that day, their favorite band Nirvana performed on those very steps in pouring rain. As tribute, they performed this interpretive babe dance to "Lithium." I fucking LOVED it because they meant it, and it was totally shallow, but also absolutely straight-faced and seemed as intentionally momentous as so much bad art tries to be. The difference being, of course, that this is a party, not some shmuck's art project, and being about the party it could also be frank, sharing frivolity and histrionic nonsense.
I mean, they love Nirvana, get it? Let's take drugs.
Max
Ike
Big Digits
TD
SUNDAY: COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY MFA THESIS EXHIBITION @ FISHER LANDAU CENTER:
Yesterday I went down to New York with Ellen to see our friend Sam Ekwurtzel's thesis show. If you are in NYC, get to Fisher Landau in Long Island City and see it. Quiet confrontations with objects of the world, awful and awe inspiring simultaneously. Situations presented that I stumble across and murmur unto myself, "fuck. everything is eternal and thus, eternally fucked." When he's doing his best, I feel both overwhelmed and incredibly light. Sam's material adventures perform these mysteries with minimal, at times severe, seductive derring-do.
11:34
clock rolls at the same speed and in the opposite direction as the moving treadmill, thus remaining in the center. The clock keeps accurate time.
the two-monitor video
Later:
beautydude Matthew at after party, Larry Lawrence
Sam's sweet dream
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