I was at the Museum of Modern Art, MoMA, from opening to closing yesterday. Duh, I loved it! You know how my favorite piece at SFMOMA is a big Rosenquist? Well, MoMA has a Rosenquist that fills an entire room: âF-111â, from 1964, with a pointed juxtaposition of consumerism and the military-industrial complex. Pity Rosenquist died back in â17; we could use more of that.
And the macrame craze of the â70s? Apparently got its start in downtown lofts here a decade earlier. And op art? Got a big boost from MoMA itself back in the day. Clearly, I love this stuff. My only regret is that I didnât leave enough time for the gift shop.
I couldnât help noticing the abundance of attractive women at MoMA, some of whom were gothed up. Sure, everyone knows sexxy deth chix are into art, as well as hot normal chicks, but they were surprisingly numerous.
As you might expect, the MoMA cafe has healthier, artier sandwiches than the Guggenheim. Not that the Guggenheim sando was bad.
Speaking of eats, I had a seriously mediocre dinner last night. I need to do more research about eats.
I also did something that locals tell tourists not to do: I took the subway during the evening rush. But the downtown E wasnât bad; Iâve ridden worse on BART. I did see a packed A zip by, though. (The A is the 8th Avenue express. It zips by a lot of stations.)
After a two-hour break to let my feet recover, I got on a commuter train bound for Newark to check out QXTâs, the recommend local goth joint. But let me say that as tolerable as the subway was earlier, the last train to Newark was packed. Notable among the passengers were young delivery men with bicycles, who needed lots of space.
Edited to add: donât be a mook like me and get on a PATH train at Penn Station if youâre going to Newark, because youâll have to transfer in New Jersey where a bunch of arrival boards donât work. Get on at the World Trade Center.
But anyway, howâs Newark? Kinda normal, and not in a bad way. People drive faster. Itâs quiet after 2100. Itâs America.
Howâs QXTâs? Let me preface this by saying I knew I was going on a burlesque night. I would have gone Saturday, but I have (ahem) something else planned then. QXTâs is friendly, but the drinks and the sound are better at all of the west coast goth joints Iâve been to: the Mercury, the Coffin Club (PDX), the Cat Club (SFO), and a couple of defunct places in Seattle.
How was the burlesque? Not bad! There was an angle grinder involved, which reminded me of
leenerella. Chatted with the MC during her smoke break.
Took a Lyft back to Manhattan, which was less expensive and more educational than I expected.
TL;DR: success.