The Annual Update 2016

I don't do much with my life, here's a short list:

-Sleep

-Work

-Eat

-Wait for someone to invite me out

-Accept

-Realize I will have to wait for a subway train during the weekend schedule

-Immediately regret my decisions but not flake out

Another thing I actually do with my life is I don't finish anything. I have a bin of untouched art supplies, patches of clothes that lay dormant in my closet with needles dangerously nested somewhere in there (most likely in crotch areas), year old oatmeal I'd been planning to eat for breakfast at some point, and this blog. Actually, that's a lie, blogs don't generally have a finish date; let's just say I set up a schedule to annually update this shit.

I have great direction in life too. This blog started out as a travel blog. When I realized that the only traveling I do is moving to New York City, I thought, "Let's get New Yorker about this. Let's get so New York about this that if you could smell this blog, it'd smell of urine so potent you have to look down at yourself to confirm you didn't wet yourself (this happened to me on an E Train platform, I swear)." The first post of this kind was a hit, and then a so-so second post, and then I neglected my responsibilities to the blogging community for a year, and for that, I apologize. I'm sorry.  

So lezzgetintoit: There is no better reminder of my redeeming qualities than this ad that has been pasting it's way onto subway platforms and all other modes of public transportation lately. I first saw this on a double-decker tour bus. Not only was I already ticked off walking out onto the street and feeling like a zoo animal with all of the the happy tourists looking down and pointing at me, but I saw this ad and felt worse:

First seen on a tour bus, next seen off of the G Train, Bedford-Nostrand platform

First, the technical stuff, then I'll explain:

Artist's name: Unknown

Title: The Catch
Artist's Medium: Ink print on overlaminate, approximately H46" x L60" (printed in various other sizes as well)
Subject: Focal point set in the center of the composition. There is a woman in the middle ground and a man in the background, both are wearing black, both are making eyes at me. The background is solid red, and the title "The Catch" is set diagonally in the center foreground. White lines continue from the title and appear to continue past the borders of the composition. 

Analysis: The juxtaposition between 3-dimensional and 2-dimensional elements is most noticeable where the man is intertwined between the white lines extending from the title. The subjects are well dressed. Maybe they are spies or criminals; I would have no clue. I don't have standard TV channels and have not seen any previews, but the ABC7 logo allows me to safely assume that this is a TV show. 

Interpretation: I see this poster, I see Peter Krause. It's only half his face and half his body, but it's him; the poster says so. He brings back a wave of recent memories. I spent some months in 2015 on Netflix watching Gilmore Girls and finishing the series because I never did when the show was in progress (not my fault seasons 4-7 sucked). I remember not what the last Gilmore Girls episode was about, but what began automatically playing after the episode finished. I was cooking dinner, and the Netflix timer was counting down. After 30 seconds, this show called Parenthood would automatically begin. My chicken was burning, my salad was wilting, I had no time to grab the remote and find something else so I let it play, and that was it. I was hooked.

No spoilers, but I spent the next few months watching someone get diagnosed with autism, someone who couldn't keep a man (spoiler: Lauren Graham), and someone who lost their job at the shoe business with the dark office that looked like the lights were never on. There's a brunch spot/bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn called The Luncheonette; I thought it was a recording studio (you'd know if you watched Parenthood). 

I was getting obsessed, but suddenly, I hit a wall. For those who don't know, Peter Krause is a main character in Parenthood. I made it 7/8 of the way through season 5, the second-to-last season, and I still haven't finished the series to this day; actually, I forgot that I never finished it. I just abandoned the show like a mother dropping off a 17 year old "child" on the steps of a fire station. Walking out onto the street that fateful day and running into Peter Krause like that reminded me of the TV show and set off a Rube Goldberg of different things I never finished. So now here I am, on a Saturday night, chillin' in my mumu and reflecting on all the things I never finished; also really dreading that subway train trek I have to take on the weekend schedule because I made previous engagements.