Tim Burton at MoMA


This week Emilia, Rachel, Jemile and I attended a preview/reception for Tim Burton’s new exhibit at MoMA.
“This major career retrospective on Tim Burton (American, b. 1958), consisting of a gallery exhibition and a film series, considers Burton’s career as a director, producer, writer, and concept artist for live-action and animated films, along with his work as a fiction writer, photographer and illustrator.”
I’d definitely like to go back when there wasn’t a party distracting me. I loved his sketches.
“He says his acrylic painting The Green Man (1996–1998) is a kind of self-portrait and memento mori. It’s about “a feeling of being in a pub in England, thinking about my grandmother who had died, and feeling the connections she had with me.” The sharp edges of the triangular blue mask invoke her death in a traumatic accident. The stitching all over the man’s face is “a symbol for the internal, an indicator of a person’s different sides and struggle to keep it together.” The coat is classic Burton gothicism: “the exact opposite of Southern California,” where he incongruously grew up. And the striped shirt? “I was depressed and disconnected. I couldn’t feel my hands. I bought some striped socks and suddenly felt very connected to the Earth again.” Really? Striped socks? “I have strange things happen to me.” Which will come as a surprise to exactly no one.”
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An Only Make Believe board member, Jude Law (who I want to see in Hamlet), was in attendance and introduced a video featuring the children that OMB helps. Before the show, someone in my group (who I swear I don’t know) went up to him after he sat down and either took his photo or asked for a photo. She was far away from us so we didn’t hear the exchange, but she came back fuming saying he said something like, “Not now, darling, we’re in the theatre.” And then she got loud with him and said something like, “Don’t pull that British shit. I pay good money to the theatre.” !! So then our group of colleagues split up into Team Jude and Anti-Team Jude camps (I captained Team Jude because I thought she was being incredibly rude). 
Then we went to 



To make paneeer, just boil a quart of whole milk in a heavy pot then add an acid such as 2 teaspoons of lemon juice. We also added 1 1/2 cups of yogurt for extra creaminess. Stir gently to curdle it and lower the heat. Once the milk curdled, we put it in a cheese cloth and let the water drain out for awhile. Since we had limited time, we didn’t let the cheese sit long enough to cut it into cubes, so we just put chunks of it on top of vegetables we had stir-fried. We let the dish cook for awhile without stirring in the paneer so it wouldn’t break apart into tiny pieces. Before it was served, we folded the cheese into the vegetables. Our teacher told us that if we weren’t there, she’d eat the whole bowl of paneer by herself. She’s done it before. 









materialized before me. He’s wearing an apron and in his accent asks, “Is there a problem over here?” I’m thinking, “Oh my god, what?” He said he was either the manager or owner and that he saw me taking photos. Where the hell did he come from? Was he watching me via video in some secret room? Taping my phone calls?
It began with an Italian feast at my grandmother’s, complete with her famous whipped cream cake—and the eating hasn’t really stopped.
After treating me to a pedicure at
Rachel and me on a
We were bursting by the end of the walk but recovered in time for dinner at
Anyway, on my actual birthday we went to 








