tate.

i went to the tate today, somewhat in search of rooms that looked exactly like those in match point. i continue to be slightly haunted by that film, and would also like to find the part of the thames bank where we wait to see if he will be lucky or unlucky in life. ha! one other funny thing, for those who have seen the film, is that the theater where "woman in white" is playing now has huge placards outside that say "ALL BAGGAGE CHECKED UPON ARRIVAL" -- i suppose they got a bit nervous when they saw the way the film treated their security system. anyway,, i did not find the specific rooms i was looking for, because it is a movie not reality. but still, i like to make myself believe that such talk is nonsense -- movies are real!

but the tate was wonderful. it is a huge daunting warehouse, much darker and grimmer than the comparatively lithe MoMA which remains my favorite, no question. while i was weaving in and out of exhibits, i saw this girl dressed in light brown and black, wearing a thoroughly old fashioned straw hat. she seemed to be defiantly standing in front of a jackson pollock painting, the colors of which were pointedly similar to those of said young, odd girl. she was still there after i had walked around the exhibit, and so i felt obligated to give into my urge to take a somewhat cliched photo. as usual, i was awkward and bumbling about, unable to catch "the decisive moment". but yes, i felt compelled to put it up here in le blog, because i am a silly little one, who likes when dull colors and dull girls align perfectly. the girl was a bit of a loon i must say. half a moment after i took the picture, it was as though she knew that my shitty little camera clicked, and after her ten minute reverie in front of her painting, she and her color coordinated hat took off and walked to a painting filled far too many colors to bother with a matching outfit. i think she came to the tate to have a tourist named kate take a picture of her and mr. pollock.

the other great part of the tate was this installation by a woman named rachel whiteread. there were lots of white boxes and it was fun to walk through them. as you can see, i am a connoisseurr of art. here is a picture from the ground level. it was very large. the man in black scared me.

also i have been finding these postcards of adorable bunnies doing odd things. i learned the bunny's name was miffy and that i was not the only one fascinated by him. i will be collecting postcards of miffy and friends while in london, mostly because i am mentally challenged, and actually six years old. supposedly miffy is a universal phenomenon, and miffy travels the world. i hope to one day meet miffy. my life with then be complete. okay enough with this fucking obsession with the links and miffy. also, miffy is a girl. as she wears a dress.

that said, yesterday i had a nervous breakdown, but i am slowly recovering. and that said, i will probably have a nervous breakdown tomorrow. also, my kitsch class instructor has the surname of "nim-rod" and sadly his teaching style corresponds to his most unfornate name. but whatever, my friend and i have decided to say fuck you to his twit-esque teaching style, and continue forward with our orgasmic reading list. that said, i have done no reading and find that if and when i am in my room, i waste my time writing silly writings on this godforsaken thing, OR planning my many escapes from london in the cheapest ways humanly possible. and THAT said, i need to get a job, because london is ripping holes in all my pockets and the money is disappearing at a rate unknown to humankind. and that said, i will smoke a cigarette, which will cost me about 45 cents (per cig).

but yes, i plan to visit paris and prague and venice and vienna and madrid and amsterdam, and maybe some more. i do not know where i will stay or how i will survive, but i will have to find a way. because i think i love to travel, i think that is clear. and so, i have decided that this friday i will take a trip to the cliffs of dover. perhaps on my trainride i will see some sheep dotting the countryside. as a new yorker, sheep are not often seen. they are not really in kansas either, which i suppose is suprising. only cattle, waiting to be slaughtered and sold to mcdonalds. ick. i have been wanting to see some innocent sweet sheep for a long long while.