Charcoal really works

This post is an after thought about the trip to New York earlier this month. As mentioned, I contracted a pretty bad stomach flu on the first morning there. The night before we ate at a vegetarian friendly place, which I've been to before. But for some reason I was really sick from it the next day. Melissa kept count, and I crapped ten times throughout that day. In the morning I tried peppermint tea and some imodium, and this settled things a bit, but did not remedy the situation. We had a fairly tight schedule, and could only see the Whitney show that one day, so I forced myself out, and ate a bag of spelt pretzels in the hopes that this would slow things down. But inevitably what happened was I did bathroom rounds after each floor of the exhibition. The weather was unseasonably warm the week we were there, and the Whitney was not equipped to handle this. With no air conditioning, the temperature was at least 10 degrees warmer inside, and this doesn't help when you're feeling nauseous already. It was disgusting. The bathrooms at the last Biennial included an art installation with deep blue lighting and a sound piece. This year all the lights were on, and we were able to see and hear how gross and unkempt the toilets were. It definitely made me rethink whether this is in fact my favorite museum...

I finally ended up going to Whole Foods and buying some charcoal, per my mom's suggestion, and this stopped things dead in their tracks. So - if you ever have diarrhea, be sure to avoid trying all futile remedies and go straight for the charcoal - it works!

The next day at the Armory Show, we were shocked to find a few themes permeating between the different galleries: vaginas and poop. This zeitgeist seemed to show up in work regardless of country, race or gender. And most of it was unsavory. Melissa and agreed that we are definitely on the wrong track to making it big, and perhaps a little more shit would help things along...

Towards the end of the night, we stumbled on this large painting, and decided this needed to be documented. It solidifies the nickname given to me on the trip quite well: shit butt.