Even though my time was a little bit wasted, I’m learning how to forgive art-related people for their foibles, especially related to timeliness and communication.
Thursday, October 6th, 2016
I tried to meet a playwright today, for coffee. Like the woman I was finally able to connect with, yesterday, I met him at the Studio Museum in Harlem all the way back in July. I think he’s currently affiliated with the New School and has been having productions around the city. We had a problem connecting and then I saw him at an event a few weekends ago and we vowed to make a date to get together. That day came and we had to cancel, so we rescheduled for today at 10am at a coffee shop on Jane street. I was preparing to leave when he texted to push the meeting back a half hour. Okay, fine, but as I was out of the house walking to. The venue, he called and said that the L. Train had been, literally, cancelled. It made me think that he’d still not prepared, because to be on time he would have already had to be in Manhattan and literally a few blocks away. It’s just the way it works that decisions are made off-the-cuff, deadlines are disregarded, narrowly passed or made within a razor-sliced sliver of time. Loyalty is fungible and commitments are optional. The less time I spend being upset is more time to focus on something else. And I should just know that it might be the second — or third — time after the initial date that you might meet someone, after the “I can’t make it-s” and the “can we reschedule-s.”
I used the time that I would have chatted with my colleague to execute another of my “stair-climbing” videos, this time at the Whitney Museum in the Meatpacking district. I will actually have to perform it twice, as there is an outdoor staircase I’d like to climb, in addition to the one that I filmed.
After that, I walked up eighth avenue to a Chinese place that I frequent. I made the mistake of ordering “fish with broccoli,” which consisted of flat, over-breaded and over fried fish patties in a brown sauce. It wasn’t great. I know for next time. I also bought a ticket for this evening’s 7 pm showing of The Girl on the Train. I can’t have too high expectations, but I will at least enjoy going out to relax.
The film I saw, The Girl on the Train, was well-executed, but ultimately anticlimactic. The acting was fine, although both the blonde women and the dark-haired men all seemed to blend into one another. It was fine, but not mind-bending and nail-biting like my first view of Gone Girl, which I think was a tremendous film. There are other films I want to see, like Ava DuVernay’s The 13th, and this documentary about music A&R man, Fanny Fields, called Danny Says.