7.15.2010

the ever illusive

greetings

this is a musical blog, so you need to start playing this


when you read it. quiet.

start . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . now.

i blag to you in the motel howard johnson inn motel sitting next to an over chilling air conditioning unit, watching a show on the food network where a bunch of tools cook for an episode of 30 rock, and i music over my brand new ear goggles, catching none of whats said, and little of what is shown.

over our double beds, their are pictures.

in one, geese land in a cool white pond, surrounded by dark and gray-ember fields. pale green trees obscure the horizon, under jutting dark and subdued lavender cloud.

the other one has mallards departing from what seems like the same lake. this is sunnier, yellow rather then lavender, their number is much greater, the flock extends down into the background of the print, and the water is a deep blue juxtaposed to the whites and grays of the former painting.

the clouds in this one are far more conventional; the plumes of white fluff given depth with a scale from white to slightly-less-white-white.

charles e murphy, the man who painted them, is depicting a dark arrival, and a high right departure, exactly the opposite of how most of our arrivals and departures have seemed these past several weeks. i think he failed to catch the essence of our trip, and indeed, most other avian migrations. charlie murphy just doesn't understand us.

i havent much experience in this matter, but nothing quite feels like heading south. its like having your heart lighten. and nothing, not something, quite feels like leaving new jersey. coming back down is one of the worst things ive ever had to do, so maybe charlie is getting this trip on a larger scope.

im not sure how his interpretation of migration applies to my collegiate journey yet.

i wonder if charlie murphy ever thinks about these paintings. i wonder if he's ashamed of them, or if he even remembers them. they aren't on his website. or on the web at all form what i can tell. something he agreed to do in order get some money. i wonder why motels put paintings like these in anyway. one could conduct a fascinating study where they ask people to rate their stay at two identical rooms, one with paintings by charlie murphy, and ones without.

i wonder what little things like that would make a difference to peoples stay. is it worth it to purchase a charlie murphy original for each room? does it actually make for better reviews? what other things do people not notice about motel rooms that are significant in how they experience it, but does not actually effect the functionality of the room? i wonder which colors are most conducive to good reviews. which carpet patterns? how many mirrors? head boards? what kind of wood? how many drawers?

whatever. motels are lame.

all times i think about college. not much more i can say on the matter that you couldn't figure out by yourself.

anyway, live long and prosper i guess

jake
Hey all! Today started off pretty bleakly, we had to get up early, which is something few young people like to do. After getting all packed we headed off to Wilmington, NC, which as luck would have it, was 2 more hours away than we thought (4 hours in total). Besides that it started raining heavily, which made driving difficult :(. Wilmington made up for it though because this place is...adorable, that's a good word for it. We spent time in the Old Market by the harbor and it was full of really cute little shops and restaurants. For dinner we went to a place called Caprice Bistro, which served French cuisine which we all agreed was delicious. We split appetizers and got a pate, fried calamari, a crepe with spinach and a cheese sauce, and a tomato tarte tatin (which didn't really resemble a tarte tatin but it was yummy so I'll forgive them :P). For dinner Jake had Coq au Vin, Diana had Chicken Courdon-Bleu, Maya Bea had a Salad Nicoise (one of my favorite dishes), and I had a Duck Confit. All the food was shared so everyone got to enjoy a little of everything. We looked at dessert (they had tarte tatin :D) but had to decline because there was an ice cream/chocolate store we had passed which exuded the most amazing smell of chocolate and roast nuts, so naturally we had to go there. We looked at the shops bit and then made our way to the ice cream place. I do not know what anyone else had but I had chocolate. Other than the food and the adorable shops, another highlight was when we were accosted by a street side evangelical who was actually very nice.

Another thing I just remembered was our visit to Five Points, this gritty little area with a lot of edgy boutiques. We went to a shirt store called Bang On were you chose a design and they put it on the shirt, but all the shirts they had were too big for me (which was bittersweet since it made me feel skinny, but I couldn't get a shirt my size). Instead I wandered a CD/record/comic book shop called Criminal Records. I couldn't find anything classical but as i was bout to lose hope I found in a used record bin the album Chelsea Girl by Nico which I love. I also found The Dark Side of the Moon and a Solomon Burke CD (I have his version of Diamond in Your Mind and want to hear more of his). I did not get the Solomon Burke but I got the other two, which made me happy.
Oh and I just learned to make paper stars. Till next I blog,
Ricky