Yow! Another sleepless night! As per usual, the person across the hall (the only other room on my floor) trudged back home at 3, smacked into virtually everything except my door, and woke me up. This was of course in addition to several other interruptions from loud people on the street outside. I do like this town but by God do I was I had a quieter room - they're virtually impossible to come by in Amsterdam, alas. I wound up not being able to get back to sleep at about 4 AM, and promptly fell asleep a few hours later after suffering through some more horrible after-hours TV. Sheesh.Cut to February, 2006. I get an E-mail - the first one since I started writing this blog nearly five years ago - from a stranger who says he likes my writing. He then proceeds to sign up for a LiveJournal account to get access to the friends-only and otherwise protected stuff.
Anyhow, I made it down to breakfast by about ten-thirty; sadly, for whatever reason, they were skimpy with the bread (only 3 pieces) today, so I had an abbreviated meal and headed out to the Stedelijk Museum as quickly as possible. I arrived just after opening time, and was pleasantly surprised to find the museum nearly empty. The horrible exhibition they had on last December is now gone (huzzah!) and has been replaced by a more typical selection of items from their collection - the Jeff Koons 'Ushering in banality' wood sculpture that I like, the Bruce Nauman push-the-button-to-drag-the-animal-corps
es-in-a-circle machine, the wonderful Damien Hirst fake pharmaceutical posters, and so on.
The biggest surprise, however, was a young man with a handsome red beard. From what I could tell - my instincts here are virtually nonexistant - he was bent on grabbing my attention, but after a few brief, annoying rounds of "are we staring at each other or at the art", I gave up and went away. Sigh. I don't think I'll ever quite be able to do the public cruising thing - in fact, cruising anywhere. It just doesn't come naturally, alas. So I'll just have to add him to the long list of folks that I should have said hello to, but didn't. He was right up there with St. Gallen 1988, but hey. I can't be good at everything.
To my great relief, he finds the friends-only stuff worth reading as well. Eventually, he jumps back to the start of it all in 2001 and sees the entry I've quoted above... and realizes I'm talking about him.
Ladies and gentlemen, please do welcome austinlb. He's still handsome - and also a helluva writer.