Finally.

Finally.

Okay. I know it's already Wednesday, but here was my weekend in a nutshell.

Friday:

On Friday, Naomi and I went to the gallery opening of an exhibit entitled Beyond East And West: Seven Transnational Artists. If you haven't stopped by to see the exhibit already, do so. You'll be doing yourself a favor. They have some incredibly beautiful, incredibly subversive, and in short, incredible stuff being shown there. In particular, there is an incredible artist there that incorporated graphic design, photography, and video art all into one exhibit named Walid Raad there. It's incredible. If you only go for one artist, go to see this guy. He's got an entire room for himself there in the northwest section of the gallery.
He makes up the history of a character who, Raad claims, was the premiere historian of the Lebanese War. Not only this, Raad's entire gallery is from the perspective of this fictional character that he made up.

Another cool artist's works reside just outside the gallery on the west wall of the room just outside the gallery. His name is Raymond Pettibon, and he has, in my opinion, a very interesting American style. It's probably interesting to me because it resembles a strong golden or silver age comic book influence. Not only that, the quotes he uses for his works add a few more layers on to the already dynamic image. If you were never in to comic books, I can't say this is the guy for you, but if you are or were in to graphic novels, check out Pettibon's exhibit.

At the exhibit, Naomi and I met our moving images TA's wife. She is very nice, and they're a good match together. All in all it was a good experience. Then Naomi got drunk on the free wine. She held together well when she asked our TA's opinion of a certain piece that was headlining the exhibition--much to my relief--but things went a bit downhill after we left. As we left the Krannert Art Museum, Naomi laughed from nearly fifteen minutes straight until we reached the undergrad library at which point we stopped off to get warm for a while. After some trouble with the doors--it's confusing because push and pull both start with P-U--we made our way back to my place. We hung out for a bit waiting for our ride to Nargile to pick us up during which time we talked about me missing a spot on my elbows with my moisturizer that morning. This is, apparently, hilarious despite my poor dried out elbows. As Naomi laughed, I thought about re-applying, but that would be suicide at this point. It was too late. One section of my left elbow would have to remain rough and dry for the rest of the night.

After that, we went to Nargile where we had a rather uneventful night playing cards until the place filled (filled) with people and the proprietors of that fine establishment to ear-bleeding levels. We left as soon as possible after we finished our last game. We ultimately made our way to the radio station after that and had a good time as usual.

Because it's so late (for me), I'll get to the much more eventful Saturday night tomorrow. I apologize for any typographical errors. It's just too late to care. More to come.