Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Our last class together! We got off to a sugary and hyper start and the sugar from the cupcakes and (beets?) made it through everyone’s system; this sparked a very insightful and awkward discussion about the muscle definition of the lead dancer at Battleworks. As we sat in perfect symmetry, Eric and I, the only men present in the room were dumbfounded by everyone’s supposed lack of words in describing the dances. Then Patrick came in to liven the conversation up with his ridiculous accents and satire of a certain unnamed NYT dance critic. We ended the meeting with a sudden frantic and crazy shout out to Spring Awakening through Emily and Brian’s little exchange, but it was a great way to end the last meeting at the Jacob Blaustein Building.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

The New Museum provided an experience that was nothing short of new. We went to see the After Nature exhibit but got stock surrounding the woman writhing on the floor creating her own art. As many of us chanted “What’s inside is just a lie,” over and over again, we tested the limits to her movement forcing the guard to come over and order us to move. Riding the green elevators after observing a replica of the Unabomber’s house wasn’t too bad of an idea (except for when people started to get on with us). The cookies downstairs didn’t seem to bad but the pizza was slightly price at $4 a slice. We exited the building and our final experience with art together ran to us from across the street. As we closed in for a group hug, the finality of the act became clearer and we smiled for our last couple of pictures in summer TRaC. For the last time Eric asked, “Does anyone need directions?” We all went our separate way but this doesn’t mean its the end. Its never the end. Lose an hour. Gain an hour. Lose your mind. Take it back. Its never over, and we’ll meet again (pizza and a movie anyone?). The dude abides, and this dude named Sahil signs off summer TRaC. Over and out.