summer's here, and it's noisy

my schedule is back to normal and over. had three days of internship this week, just to make up for the stuff i didn't do over their break. quite tiring, weather was very silly and rainy. in this ghastly weather. i was out and about in chinatown one morning, arranging to get back a deposit from a notoriously absentminded real estate agent who we decided not to sign with. struggling with k's wondrous rainbowy umbrella i borrowed for the day, i towered over all the other pedestrians, quite a sight. but nothing compared to what has been going on with my friends in the home country, buying houses, having babies!nothing of that scale happened here; i bought some more domesticities: whisk, bowls, a groovy orange diner tray with matching yellow mustard squeezer, and some of those wooden/bamboo steamers that i've been filling with assorted dumplings and veggies (my favorite so far, the sheherd's veggie one, has frustratingly sold out, so now i'm forced to wander the aisles in search of a worthy succesor to the mighty dumpling crown). a japanese poster has also been procured from the workplaced: sadly not the shiny one with brittany murphy and jason schwartzmann for 'spun' (made by the company i work for) but a 'dirt pretty things one' of a very demure and mysterious apres-amelie audrey tautou who keeps falling from her designated piece of wall opposite the fridge-window. a drawing of a dirty car on the side of the fridge made by a hugely talented 2-and-a-half-year-old import has also been added to the mix. in other mulby news, the exterminator came one morning, apparently he comes every month, and he was happy to see no trace of buggythingies, yay for swiffer!
friday everything suddenly turned summer: glorious, sunny, and very busy as the saint anthony festival is in full swing on la mulberry. a shooting range with human target, overpriced daiquiris, and fairly badly aged drumbands. with this background, i read some more wildly anticipated scripts (the prestigious, if slightly dull new darren aronofsky, the new paul auster and 'black book' by paul verhoeven! yay for the low countries) these afternoons have been lovely, wandering around the neighborhood with canadian girls, always a pleasure. i followed that on saturday with some odd and obscure cinema by michael powell of 'the red shoes' fame (the boy who turned yellow, anyone? nobody?) and a night of 8-bit gameboy music and videogame art in dumbo, brooklyn. i will be spending memorial day doing some work and enjoying a barbecue in shiny park slope. the rest of this week will bring two of my idols to the city as both chuck palahniuk and david sedaris are reading and signing at the local b&n. more inspired postings are sure to follow. x f.