… if we’re not too lazy.
- Probably trying to buy and listen to the new Gillian Welch album. Go ahead, roll your eyes. I’ll wait. Some people might not be into her, and I totally get that. I respect it. But I am. She makes me feel nostalgic for, for… for nothing really. I have exactly zero amazing memories listening to her music, except sitting in a fluorescent office cubicle during one of my horrible college jobs, but there is something about her music that makes me long for fields of really long grass, gently rolling waves, and the sound of utter silence being disturbed by the thwapping of a canvas sale and the clanking of a beaner on a mast. And I’ve never even had any of those experiences.
- In recent months, as I may or may not have mentioned before, I’ve been lucky enough to have a whip at my disposal (thanks ma). I’ve been quasi good at taking advantage of it too, using it for weekend trips up the Hudson, out to the motherland, and, more importantly, for fun jaunts around town that would be a pain in the ass on mass transit (and bike too). I’ve done Indian in Jackson Heights, Greek in Astoria, Greek in Bay Ridge, pasta in the Bronx, Wendy’s in Staten Island (wait, is he joking??), hot dogs in Brooklyn Heights, baseball games in Coney Island. But I haven’t really taken advantage of the car to get to an obscure Manhattan neighborhood, like Inwood, which, yes, is a Manhattan neighborhood jackass. If you have the means, check out Nostylgia, for all of your young adulthood manly needs. But don’t take my word for it, take the New York Times’ word for it (in case you didn’t know, the NY Times is a slightly wider read and slightly better written publication, but it is a close race).
- Well I’m probably not going to do this one but the mother fucker sure is fitting, isn’t it? I mean, a pirate festival? Really? I’m not really sure what to make of it other than the fact that there will be “pirate theater” (penzance? a theatrical remake of the recent film series? which I’d bet umpteen million dollars will be on broadway by 2013), “pirate edutainment”, pirate radio?? ( <- click that link, you’ll feel better about yourself), and / or other piratey swashbucklin’ goodness. I don’t know, maybe it will be fun, maybe it won’t; I’ll actually be finishing season 4 of the wire.
- Steve James is one of the finest filmmakers working today. Hoop Dreams was a watershed moment in documentary filmmaking and remains one of my all-time favorite movies. His new film, The Interrupters, is in theaters Friday. It’s a somber look at gang violence in the inner city of Chicago and the efforts of a group of ex-gangbangers that have made it their mission to put an end to the bloodshed. With James behind the lens, it’s all but guaranteed to move you.
- If you’re hungry for more silver screen, wander over to Cinema Village and catch the documentary Sleep Furiously. I have absolutely no idea what this film is about, but this weekend, I plan to do exactly what its title suggests. (Note: I just watched a short trailer and I’m really intrigued. Now I’m watching a longer trailer and I’m even more intrigued. The music is by Aphex Twin. I think I just talked myself into seeing this film in the amount of time it took for me to write this wack-ass paragraph.)
- Go to the rooftop garden of the Met. Get a drink at the bar, gawk at the absolutely bananas panoramic view of Central Park and the city below. Get another drink and catch a buzz. Check out the sculptures by Anthony Caro that are currently on display. Pretended to appreciate the artwork for a few minutes, get back in line for the bar. Think about what else you have to do today. Realize you have nothing to do because it’s the weekend. Grin.