When you walk inside Goodbye Blue Monday (a name taken from the alternate title of a Kurt Vonnegut novel) it looks a bit like every other coffee shop/venue; but after a few minutes, you start noticing the differences.
The point is, this film went under the radar because absolutely nothing exciting happens in it. And no, it won’t give you a good time. But for me, it was the most overwhelmingly stirring film experience I think I’ve ever had.
I was in the kind of mood where I just wanted to rock back and forth on an armchair listening to music. Coincidentally, there’s a band that fulfills that yearning quite sublimely. They are called The National.
So, I finally finished Diary of a Bad Year. I love J.M. Coeztee. I first saw it in Barnes & Noble but I was with friends. A few days later, I came back. A tradition was started. Every week or so, I would get my copy and find a corner upstairs.
I’m trying to figure out why I’m interested in the subject of history, but as soon as I look at a history book, I get bored. I keep on expecting history to tell me a story, and I keep on getting disappointed.
Two months ago I set up a table on the street in SoHo. I went partly because my mother sells her paintings there, and because another street artist, Patrick-Earl Barnes, inspired me to get serious about my art and take it out to be seen.
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