I’ve been home by myself for the last two weeks, working on projects and playing around with computer programs, to break up the time, I’ve been reading at my local coffee shop, cleaning my apartment and making trips to museums.
Last week I finally had the opportunity to visit the Studio Museum Harlem for the Romare Beardon exhibit, afterwards I wandered down 125th street and into something called “House of Hoops by Foot Locker“. I perused the sporting apparel waiting for someone to ask if I was lost, and then I stumbled upon the basketball sleeves, which I found so peculiar I had to purchase a pair.
Back at home, I resumed my normal activities of reading “Excalibur” back issues, watching “Graham Norton” re-runs on Youtube and Downton Abbey on Netflix Instant. Naturally, these activities only made me think about how I’ve never been to London, and I immediately began pricing airfare.
The premiere episode of “30 Rock” on Thursday really moved me; I’ve always admired the way they present Liz Lemon’s views on relationships; it’s extremes are comical but they know just when to throw in a sincere moment. So during the last six minutes of the episode, while the little reality show girl is singing that ridiculous version of “Gwine to Run All Night” and Jack is watching Lemon from a distance, I actually began to tear up.
My first thought was: that would be a really great way to end a series; it has a ‘Happily Ever After’ feel but leaves a lot of questions hanging in the air. My second thought was: wow, I really need to get out of the house.
Currently Watching: “Downton Abbey”, s1/e7
Currently Wearing: Cutaway “Alaska Grown” t-shirt, red sleeveless American Apparel hoodie, black Nike Pro basketball sleeves, blue Uniqlo jeans and mustard and brown Adidas.