I finally went to see the Bodies Exhibition last Friday night. I’ve been a bit undecided on whether I want to see it or not because I figured I would be a bit creeped out by the fact that it’s – well, an exhibit made of corpse. Still, it was the final weekend of the show and my sister bought me tickets a month ago, tickets that I still haven’t used (27 bucks x 2 seems very wasteful to not go) and the show is two blocks from where I live – I’ve used up every excuse I have to avoid the show. Brian came with me and we had a great time. The bodies were not creepy at all…it’s odd, but they have really become an exhibit piece. Sure they may have once been human, but life had very much passed on in all of them. Seeing the inner-workings of the body really showed how complicated yet simple we are. All the organs that performed such vital chores were so much smaller than I had envisioned. Everything looked so delicate that it’s a wonder with the crap we put our bodies through and that it still works at all. The highlight of the show had to the be the round worm vs intestine display. Thing to note about round worms, those fuckers are HUGE – they’re about the size of a house, how the hell do they live inside an intestine?

After the show, Brian and I met up with friends in Pioneer Square to catch Universal Measure’s show.

I’ve never seen this band perform before, and I have to say, the singer was un-fucking-believable. She had this amazing set of pipes that was very impressive when she sang a nice melodic tune, but when she went off with her death metal growl, it blew my mind away. It’s just amazing to see such a range of sound come out of that little body.

I was at my favorite co-op market last night when I ran into a coworker of mine. I asked him what he was up to and he said he was with a friend and they’re buying stuff for a big gay cooking party. I asked, “Wait… You’re gay?” He replied, “Yeah, you didn’t know?” This coworker is flaming gay, but he’s so over the top gay that I thought he was doing it as a joke (I have another very straight coworker that is very much that way, so I have basis for my thoughts)…still it made so much more sense that this guy is gay and I told him so.

Coworker: Wow, this market seems so popular for the gays and hippies.

Me: Did you just call me a hippie? I guess I am slowly morphing into one, but I still resent that remark.

Coworker: ….. You’re not gay?

Me: No, I can understand the confusion but I’m not gay.

Coworker: So why do you have all those Playboy poster and swimsuit calenders on your wall?

Me: Because I can and because I think women are gorgeous to look at. But I love cocks.

Coworker: Me too!

Later that night I went to see a friend of a friend, Betsy do a hooping number at Bhudda Bar. Apparently every Sunday, they have something like an open mic night called Zen Circus, except this is for performance art. The first act was this bum that I’ve seen performing around street corners in downtown, he had a butterfly guitar which he played with spoken words.

I have a big thing against spoken words, I find it too pretentious and boring…this guy took it to a new level. At first it seemed like he had an act, then after about 500 hours he started saying whatever came to his mind. They eventually had to pull the mic on him, because he would have gone on rambling for another year if they didn’t, this would have been a damned lot funnier if I didn’t have to sit through the extra 499 hours. Betsy did her sweet and sexy little hoola hoop thing and two fire dancers followed.

All in all, it was a fun night.