Thanksgiving dinner

Ingredients
The obvious: Turkey, mashed potatoes, beans, pies, brussel sprouts.
Not so obvious: The questions 'if you would have a threesome would you prefer two males or two females?' and 'if you would have to kill your best friend, would you tell him and ask for forgiveness or do it quietly in his sleep?', also lots of comparisons between weed, cigarettes and alcohol and which is worse, and some politics, which I can't quite recall.
Games: Mafia. The person in charge of guiding this game took it very seriously, which contributed to the appropriate tense atmosphere. He yelled at us a couple of times because we were too loud. Also charades. One of the assignments was the film: 'Everything you have ever wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask.'
Obstacles: One of our neighbors knocked on our door because the elevator was broken. A fight almost broke out between him and one of our slightly intoxicated guests. His girlfriend calmed him down and gave him some water. Nothing like a little drama at a dinner party.

In Between Phase

My sister hates nothing more than what she calls an 'In Between Phase.' An in between phase entails people hanging out without a real purpose. Before going to see a movie for instance, or after having gone someplace and not yet willing to go home. People gathering somewhere and just 'waiting.' Without even a drink, or having an important conversation that makes the event somehow meaningful. People hanging out in a bar, or at a party is different. That's an event, an act, something to write down in your calendar.
These past weeks have felt like a continuous in between phase.

Book titles

Of books I will never write:

Everyone's Gay - A story full of disappointments
Today I did nothing - A short novel in three parts
The Blank Page - A horror story
A Girl and a Couple - A collection of essays on being alone
I will bake my own bread - A book of unfulfilled desires
I read War and Peace and other lies - Blushing Girl Tales
My Life Is a Sitcom - A more tragic than comic tragicomedy

Sandy

A hanging crane, hovering high above,
trees hugging concrete,
Cars floating by like rubber duckies,
My sister has no power,
drinking coffee from a BBQ,
I sit on a bed far away,
And try to remember the lyrics to a song,
from Grease.

Nr 153 in the list of unexpected topics of conversation

Judith Butler. These past weeks I have spent more time talking, thinking and arguing about Judith Butler than I would ever deem necessary. Today she came up again. I went to a performance (or rather what seemed like a spoof by comedians ridiculing the art world. If they had promoted it that way, I would've had a much better time. Unfortunately this was not the case. It included a bunch of cameras, projection screens, a guy singing a children's song in a microphone, a guy telling some confusing story about going to a museum, and a bunch of dancers doing typical modern dance movements to a loud migraine inducing soundscape which was so penetrating it seemed like a subway, or tube, could burst though the walls at any time. In the artist description, the artist referenced 'performative impulses' as an important part of his art. I noticed a friend had circled the world 'performative' on the flyer they handed out. He said this world (basically coined by Miss Butler) was used wrongly and could not have been placed in a more inappropriate context. He was not a great Butler fan, but felt the need to point out this brazen misuse of her word. I'm not sure how circling the word helped, but I suppose it's the least he could do. My sisters roommate studies art history, and gender roles in art in particular. I told her to dress up as Judith Butler for halloween.

Food

Indian. Tayabbs. An enormous queue (someone told me today that in England there are queues for everything. Perhaps they get distressed or uninterested if there isn't one.) but thanks to the company of my Indian friend and her sister we got VIP seating. The food was excellent too. Turkish. Also a queue, but that was to be expected. Spicy eggplant with yoghurt. Vietnamese. Little Hanoi. Pho. Was so hungry I also finished one of my friend's dishes. Prepackaged sandwiches. I had something with tuna. Someone else got the one called 'just ham.' I didn't trust this. They must've added something and lied about it. Spinach roll. The british love everything with turnover dough. Or so it seems. Vinegar and salt crisps. Bananas. I think I might get a potassium overdose if I keep eating as many as I am.

A French girl

Today 15:30, Tate Modern: I don't know anyone in this city I decided to come here for three weeks but I have no idea why. I'm staying with a friend of a friend and he goes to university and has two jobs. I only saw him once when he came in to take a shower. I miss everyone in Paris. When I arrived at the airport I just wanted to get back in the plane. Why did I come here? What am I doing here?