Traveling from Staten Island to Baruch College, I always get to see at least 2 street performances. This is why most of the time I end up with no change for my bag of chips or the extra dollar to buy myself a drink between breaks. It's because I love the street performers and performances so much, I am bound to give them some support/ contribution (money). Whether the the performers are playing an instrument, doing magic tricks, dancing, or singing, they're usually not given the attention as they deserve, which upsets me many times.

I still remember Quartett. I still remember how, even though I tried researching the story it was based on (Le Liaisons Dangereuses) I still was confused by the story. I remember how it was like a freakshow; wild, avant-garde, and quite edgy, and still (and probably because of this) I loved it. I loved its play between Valmont and the Marquise, not knowing who was playing who. (Valmont said he was a woman, which confused me.) I loved its lighting, its use of rock and rap (seeing Valmont rap was hilarious and fascinating) and its minimalistic yet striking sets.

Since I went to see this exhibit at the French Institute: Alliance Franciase, I have been asking myself if it is possible that billboards and magazines of our days will in the future become a artwork in itself.

I was able to watch The Nutcracker today in the library, and I remember from the various other times in my life when I saw the ballet, I loved it, and it was sort of a Christmas tradition for a few years. However, at least for the version I saw, I really didn't like it. It was sappy and insipid, overly sweet and gaudy like watching It's a Wonderful Life while listening to Pat Boone singing Christmas songs, and reading a bunch of Hallmark cards.

Before attending the common event for Macaulay, I was a little unsure of how exciting a poetry reading would be. After hearing the first poem, though, I was reassured that this would be a good experience. Her style was unique, and although I didn't quite understand the message of everything she read, I was definitely captivated by her use of language as an art form. As the other poets stood at the podium and recited there work I was impressed and very moved at times, but I felt most moved by the final, Native American poet.