Friday, July 01, 2005
Slow dayPottering down to The Glass House Thursday night was an eye-opener. Some spectacular works on show, and all the more amazing that Mr. Logan actually lives there.
Played and lost a game of Chasing Rufus and Finding Phil on the way to Asylum where I bumped into Charlie and his informed commentary on Swiss Gameboy 8-bit music. Got home, and when I awoke at 8am something was wrong. For the past 4 weeks I've been plagued by incessant traffic noise and police-sirens outside my window. The windows open (and they must be open during summer) in such a way that sound is reflected straight into the apartment and I'm bombarded with every word, footstep, door closing, and engine rev that goes on down there. Come Friday morning I thought the windows had been closed because there was relative silence. I was of course still drunk, but more importantly I was deaf from Asylum. Idiots and competitions rolled into one. What could be better? |
