work, art, twenty dolla sacks, and fuckin' ozzy

forgive my rambling, non-blogging ass… but finally, after two years of research and five months of development, the phase one redesign of the jcc in manhattan’s website (my full-time gig since dropping out of college two years ago) is fucking finished! phew! i just pulled a ten-day stretch at work to get it all done… had to work shabbos and pesach, and like, wasn’t happy about it to say the least. but i made a promise to deliver, and well.. i did. yeeeeehaw! anywho..

went to a nifty lil gallery showing at the agama gallery (416 e 59th st, b/t 1st & sutton) saturday afternoon—nyoman gunarsa. not-the-blog-sarah’s cousin is getting engaged to the artist’s daughter so i got to meet him and their fams and what not… very nifty stuff: balinese watercolors depicting buddhist deities dancing. you could definitely see the movement and dimension in his work, which is rather neat cuz you’d think watercolors had limits. show runs through may 18.

speaking of gallery showings, hippo’s got one coming up.. i’ll let y’all know when that happens. but also interesting is this piece i read in this month’s shout ny (which i must say, with honesty, is their best issue yet… i’ve never been so thoroughly entertained by a single issue of a magazine, with the exception of adbusters), in which mark kostabi discusses the work of tom fruin, who is currently doing a show at stefan stux gallery (529 w 20th st.), through april 20. fruin collects empty nicks, dimes & twenty sacks, and then sews massive quilts together representing each neighborhood in which he found the baggies. it’s a very interesting concept, in my opinion, and i look forward to checking the show out, which i think i may do this coming weekend. anyone down to roll through?

but now on a side note…

let me get this straight… there’s duh-duh-dubya sitting around the white house, chokin’ on pretzels, watching mtv—the osbournes, of all things—when he gets the brilliant idea to invite ozzy “i wet myself” osbourne to perform at the white house? un-fuckin-real. i mean, i love ozzy… i love sabbath. and just out of respect for the ozzman, and the prestigious honor of being invited to the white house (though it was by the dark lord satan himself—er i mean, bush) i wore my sabbath shirt to work today… ya know, the one with the big cross and pentagram on the back (yep, to the jcc..hehe). but seriously—the man is a bufuddled incontinent alcoholic, he has no business being in the white house. but bush aside… i just think it’s crazy. i hope he plays “war pigs.” that’d be fitting as fuck, wouldn’t it? sheeeeeit. well props to you ozzy… you deserve the recognition. all y’all nizzles sleepin’ on sabbath, pick up a copy of we sold our souls for rock n’ roll, and get a formal introduction to light within the dark that is ozzy. you won’t be disappointed.