Musings from the God of Cities

so, my friend andrew is writing for this e-newsletter that sends out information about stuff that’s happening in art, music, etc. through this, he gets to go to all of these weird and wacky art performances and exhibits and shit. so, yesterday we went to this old sort of abandoned synagogue where I guess they have art shows and shit to see this. which was this whole weird japanese modern dance thing. at first I thought it was kinda re-tah-ded because it was kinda needlessly weird, the people wound up covering themselves completely in mud, and most of all, all 8 dancers were naked except for a very small white cloth thing-type underwear dealie. eventually, though, I got into it and was kinda fascinated by the whole thing. but then, like 15 minutes into the whole dance, this one dancer’s balzac totally fell out of his underwear thing. but not just fell out, fell out and hung pendulously several inches from his body. since the dance was really slow and deliberate, he couldn’t stuff it back in, so it just hung out for the rest of the dance. for like 15 minutes I couldn’t think of or look at anything else. it was totally hypnotic, like homer’s jiggling belly. I felt like such a total ‘tard ‘cause it’s not like I’ve never seen some dude’s sac before, but in the context of a serious performance, faced with another man’s bag, I literally had to bite my lip to keep from laughing like the 10-year old that I am. this was especially true when all of the dancers wound up draping themselves all over each other on the floor. I kept imagining that dude’s scrotum resting on different people’s body parts like, on someone’s eye, or covering someone’s nostrils, or something. like, how would you feel if some dude’s bawls were just casually hanging out on the patch of skin behind your knee?

amanda took her first birth-control pill ever yesterday. as she was about to put it in her mouth, I said, “welcome to a brave new world.” she gave me an odd look and swallowed her pill.

amanda: it’s weird that you referred to ‘brave new world’ because that book was what had kept me from going on the pill all of these years.

marco: why?

amanda: well, because of the whole giving-women-pills-to-keep-them-happy-and-docile thing.

marco: oh, ok… hey, have you ever actually read ‘brave new world’?

amanda: (after a brief pause) no.