i'm getting better at not watching everyone's ig story. i just hate the purple outline when they post something new. their design language really got me. but having little to bad internet has made it easier for me to ignore it

my friend who i hadn't seen since senior year of high school came through buenos aires on friday. she got here in the evening with a couple friends of hers. she had asked to hang out so i figured we could go to a poetry open mic. i had been out the rest of the day cause it was someones birthday and we were collectively drinking around five p.m. the open mic was fine. the guy she was with kept complaining about almost falling asleep, which was rude, but the sentiment wasn't wrong. i could barely hear some of the readers. i might write something to read at the next one. i don't know

i told myself i wasn't going to drink that much, and for the most part that was true. i was never really drunk and i spaced out the few drinks i had. we went to what is comparable to a beer garden, after. i took five mg of hydrocodone cause i didn't plan on drinking anymore but i was also uneasy about taking all ten. hung out there for a while but my friend wanted to go elsewhere to dance. we took an uber and wound up in palermo. went to a bar that someone recommended the guy but it didn't really have people dancing. we looked for another place after spending twenty or so minutes there

i was at some type of night club and i got tired of standing or 'dancing' so i sat down. while sitting down i stared and spaced out while looking at the lights bouncing from wall to floor when i started to feel dizzy. kind of like the room got smaller. my vision started darkening. i felt as though my breaths got shallower. so i got up and walked outside for a few minutes. i'm not sure what exactly caused that. maybe it was the hydrocodone reacting with the alcohol i had, but it wasn't really that much of either. the smoke machine was going non stop so maybe i was kind of oxygen starved. the episode was reminiscent of when i got high at day for nite and felt that same loss of balance while watching of montreal. which, i blgogged about then. somehwere in december 2017

while outside i watched as some girl walked in. when i went back inside i went to the balcony that the bouncer had just told me to use instead. there was a second floor which played more, i guess techno music. the room was square and empty. there was a wall-length mirror on one side, and the mirror panes were warped into an x pattern. as i made my way to the balcony i saw that girl again and she was just dancing by herself while staring into the mirrors. she was there until i left. it was a cool image. i don't know. i respect it

i didn't do much the following day. stayed at home and only left at night when i went out to eat dinner with some friends. got some expensive shawarma that wasn't as good as the stuff i'd had at other places in the city. went to a bar where i ordered a spritz and hung out there until we took a bus to my friends place. went to bed late again. sunday was more of the same. i didn't see my friend again before she left for chile

german is coming in a couple days. that should be nice

i saw a tweet where someone wished to see a dada-type movement in podcasting and, while i am having trouble imagining what that would look, or sound, like, i am imagining something à la neil cicierega's 'mouth moods' from a couple years back. i mean, my basic understanding of dada, and i'm probably wrong here or not entirely correct, is that it was a movement that rejected conventional aestheticism and went for something more political and noisy, with collage being a more prominent visual arrangement. in that sense, 'mouth moods' would fit. it is an aural mishmash of pop music that curtail what we're condition to expect each song to sound like. its fun. and to my understanding it's composed of all samples. that said, it doesn't have the political aspect of twentieth century dada. not all collages are dada. but, at this point, and maybe this is true of dada as well, what can art even do, politically-speaking? it seems that at best it can offer commentary. it can promote some kind of of social consciousness i suppose. and maybe that's enough. but i'm skeptical of art ever inducing some sort of political change. because ultimately art is more intertwined with the free-market than anything else. it's the feel good part of it. the ornate aspect. i don't think it can be a useful tool for change because of that. you'd think there'd be more interesting, mainstream art during the 'fascist' presidency of trump, but so far everything has had a disconnect from reality. t-shirts and posters mocking his name are toothless. and this detachment between art and the working class is indicative of it's elitism and vanity. without broader appeal it can't really pick up political momentum. dissent in art seems to all be superficial and indicative of the privileged positions of the artists making it. and while there is more politically sharp artwork out there, what's the use if it's obscured behind what is deemed culturally significant. but, to go back to 'mouth moods', i recommend it. it's on soundcloud

found out b-ryan wasn't allowed to walk at graduation because of some credit-mishap that was not his fault. i guess higher education just doesn't want to see black men succeed... smh!