I’ve been so preoccupied this week. My brain is all scattered and I’ve been taking pictures last minute, but keeping my camera with me. Even on the way back from buying dog food, I had to put my groceries down, pull my camera out, and take a picture of the church in Hoboken before picking everything back up and continuing on my way.
I never knew much about Yoko Ono aside from the fact that my mother didn’t like her music. However, a few years ago, I interned at the A.I.R. Gallery. A.I.R. was the first feminist art gallery in North America and the artists that are part of A.I.R. were, and are, amazing, eye-opening, and perpetually inventive. I remember hearing about Yoko Ono in the context of a few of our events, so knowing that she was involved in feminist art piqued my interest about her, though I still never gave her the attention she deserved.
It just occurred to me today that 30/52 means I’m more than halfway through the year. When I first started, that felt like so long away, and now it feels like summer is (already) almost over and it’ll be time for a new challenge. Crazy.
It’s no secret that Allen Ginsberg is my spirit poet. (Yes, I’m making up that phrase.) I first came across his poetry as a teenager and quickly fell in love with the Beat Generation. In high school, I used to carry a picture of Allen Ginsberg around with me, until my dog ate it. I spent hours trying to memorize all of Howl and later got more than one tattoo commemorating my love for this poem, and others, written by my favorite New Jerseyan.
I was in New York for BlogHer this weekend, and took a bunch of extra pictures. It was so much fun getting to hang out with my coworkers and meet so many wonderful bloggers. It’s my absolute favorite conference — I’m so lucky I’ve gotten to go a few times.