I. Oh, God, the Frida Kahlo exhibit. My reactions as follows:
A. It was the first time in my life I felt as though I'd understood the art. Really understood it. And with all the biography/tidbits about Kahlo's life--I was walking around this woman's mind and her emotional state while I was receiving facts about her and looking at photographs.
B. My favorites: The Two Fridas, Henry Ford Hospital, The Broken Column, The Love Embrace of the Universe.
C. Art is ultimately not an objective experience but a subjective experience. For the artist and the audience.
D. Whenever I'd seen pictures of Frida Kahlo before, I always thought she looked so--extreme. The eyebrows and the ethnic wear at a time when everyone tried/tries to imitate Western culture. And I kept looking at her self-portraits and her photographs very closely: Did you see yourself beautiful, Frida? Even when your husband was leaving you?
Maybe the problem I had with her looks was that she looked so masculine. Being masculine isn't a bad thing except when you look it, I guess.
I don't know. I want to keep looking at her face, because the more I look the prettier she seems to get, or at least-- she is interesting, her face is interesting. And I've always had issues with the way I looked, particularly my eyes, which were like the ultimate Asian stereotype, and I've always vaguely had the idea that someday I might "fix" them, but now I feel, more and more, that to do something like that, to change myself like that, would be the ultimate betrayal. I think I want to be a woman the way Frida Kahlo was a woman.
E. I should go to the art museum more often.

II. I hate walking in the rain when I'm not, you know, in the mood to walk in the rain.

III. Chinese takeout: Shrimp w/ broccoli should be renamed Broccoli w/ the occasional shrimp. Hey, I am angry.

IV. I like someone I wish I didn't like because I know it would never, ever work and all I'm going to feel for a while is unsettled, angry, jealous, and a little sad. Am an idiot, doncha know.

Edit: Jimmy is spilling me his life secrets via aim. am flattered and uneasy. surely apocalpyse is near etc etc.