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Life thru a lens

Had a classic New York night. Was planning to go see Zoolander, a piece of movie fluff involving Ben Stiller. Instead ended up going and seeing Mulholland Drive – the new David Lynch movie and the movie equivalent of a pan galactic gargle blaster.. Whoa! It’s two hours long and like Memento but different and more arty – very bizarre but some good random lesbian sex scenes. Still not quite sure what the movie was about.

Anyways – we all went to Von after the movie for a drink (which turned into many, for a change) when this guy leans over the bar to get his bike helmet. He seems vaguely familiar and progressively more so as he walked around the bar to get his helmet. He looked almost exactly like one of the guys in the film, the director (played by Justin Theroux). So he wanders out and I ask the barmaid if he works there, she says no, he’s an actor, just in the David Lynch movie… Bee-fuckin’-tsar! The fact that the movie was so surreal and disjointed just meant that we felt we’d become part of it. New York, eh.

So anyways I’m now dealing with a massive hangover as a consequence…

+1 month

Hard to believe it’s only been a month since it all happened. Everything seems pretty much the same as usual – apart from everyone saying “well, I’m sure it’s not anthrax” every time someone says they don’t feel well. The towers still aren’t there, although people are talking about putting up temporary replacements in the form of large beams of light. That would be cool – like the gel light I saw down at Tribe last night (St Marks and 1st), which, for a mere $1,500, produces an effect not unlike flames licking over the wall (or water if it’s projected blue) – incredibly hypnotic and beautiful.

On a more random observation note, more in keeping with how New York life really is… How come in New York bars you can, in fact you must specify the brand of vodka for your drink, but you can’t ask for Pepsi or Coca Cola rather than crappy post-mix no-brand coke?