Good Things and Bad Things
I've had a quite a day today.
It started out really well. I was on the radio. Although, I doubt if anyone I knew heard it as it was on Gayday Radio, and, well, my gay social circle is somewhat.....tiny. Needless to say, people would have heard it, as, let's face it, there are....well...gay people in London, who listen to the radio, AND it won digital station of the year at the Sony Awards, so technically, I'm hugely famous. Sam, whom I met at The L Word convention, needed someone with a Gaydargirls profile, someone who was single, and someone willing to go on the radio. As I can (technically), check all three boxes, and because I love being on the radion/TV, I leapt at the chance. After talking about my profile, I was told that I had to choose between three sets of questions. The first, was if I was just looking for a shag (so well put I thought), the second, if I was looking for something more serious, and the third, if I wasn't really looking for anything. I chose the second of course, and had to answer questions about what I look for in a girlfriend. It was, in ways I shalln't discuss, quite enlightening actually. Then I had to say why someone would be interested in me, which Sam kindly started off for me by saying I was, "Tall, slim and a bit of a hottie." I like Sam. At least she didn't say that I look good from a distance. Anyway, I said that I was a really good person, so you get the whole package, or something equally stupid. I wasn't expecting that question, and am no good at selling myself on a personal basis, so that's probably why my profile hits are still under 40. Or maybe, I do only look good from a distance. Try squinting. That helps sometimes.
So! Then I went in to the centre, to do bits and bobs, and thought about how much I love chimneys. I know, it's a bit of a weird thing to love, but just look at them!
I started to wonder what it was about them I loved (aside from the sheer aesthetic symmetry of them), and suddenly a man called Donald Judd came into my head. Now, I was only made aware of this man last week, at Tate Modern. Here are two of his works:
The use of space as part of the piece of art. This is interesting that this has come to light now, because of the book I talked of in my last entry. This whole 'space' thing is highly underated. We all know about white space in graphic design, so why can't the same principle apply to all creativity? Such as architecture, or, chimneys. I love it. I think I've finally cracked the reason I find them so eye pleasing. I'm happy for this.
Then, I went to Green Park, to track down the art gallery I talked about a few entries ago, where they used to have the most amazing paintings. I had finally, after four months (actually, after 7 years really), made the trek to go and ask who the artist was, and I was excited. I was also going to buy a coffee at what used to be my Starbucks, on Dover Street. I loved working there. I got all nostalgic (there it is again), as I came out of the tube, and walked down Piccadilly. I used to have to open at 5.30am, and at 5.15am, the street was mine. The sole.....soul on it. The most peaceful time for London; magic. Anyway, I passed by Cafe Nero, where I saw this:
I love shit like that. So, I then walked down the street, turned the corner, expecting to see Starbucks, and the gallery, only to see this:
Gutted? I think so. How depressing. I can't talk about it right now, I'm far too upset.
After regaining my composition, I went down to the Museum in Docklands, to see the Sugar and Slavery exhibition. I love Docklands. It's so grand. There are a lot of bricks, and I like that. The exhibition was good, but not as good as expected. Of course, it was harrowing, but I thought it could have included more information. Maybe I should read a book about it instead... Well, after that, I walked down the stairs, a little disappointed, and a bit in my own thoughts, when I turned the corner and lo and behold - there was a Docklands during the war exhibition! Fantastic! So, I spent the next hour happily gazing at posters, films and artefacts. I wonder what it is that I find so fascinating. It just blows my mind. I won't linger on this, as I'm sure that most of you already stopped reading.
Here are a few of the tracks that were playing in my ears on this good day:
Burning Up - Alpinestars
Dub be Good to Me - Beats International (Cassette Jam Remix)
Rufus Wainwright - Tiergarden (Supermayer Remix)
I'm a Freak - Fukkk Off
It was a good day. I am going to my parents house tomorrow. My Mum is making a surprise for dinner. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but you know what? In the big picture; life is pretty goddamn brilliant isn't it.