Ripped Picasso 'will be repaired for exhibition' in New York
Associated Press in New York
guardian.co.uk, Monday 25 January 2010 19.32 GMT
New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art says a Picasso painting damaged by a visitor will be repaired in time for its exhibition of his work in April.
The Actor, from Picasso's rose period, now has a 15cm (6in) tear in the canvas's lower right-hand corner after a woman lost her balance and fell on the painting on Friday during an art class.
The restored painting will be displayed as planned in the exhibition of 250 Picasso works drawn from the museum's collection, which will run from 27 April to 1 August. The museum has owned the painting since 1952.
- published by the Associated Press
H1 was trying to start a story that perhaps this unfortunate girl (who thankfully is not Sons and has also scared me off from going to any museums anytime soon...though you know if I were to take a tumble into Edward Scissorshands' scissorshands at the MOMA, it'd make for a bloody, fun yet not so much story)tumbled rear end first into "The Actor".
If that is the case, then all I would have to say is that that ass has some seriously incredible destructive properties.
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Showing posts with label Accident Prone. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Putting the "ass" in Picasso
treat labels
Accident,
Accident Prone,
Ass,
picasso
Sunday, February 24, 2008
$2.00
Last week Friday ushered a rarity for NYC this winter - a snow storm.
One snow storm, one hard fall, one hurting ass, one dream and two dollars later, the HOchieS remain poor, proving to us once more that God hates poor people or at the very least, he does not like us terribly much.
Currently listening to: "Sprouting Confusion" by Nobuo Uematsu, from the Final Fantasy X soundtrack.
One snow storm, one hard fall, one hurting ass, one dream and two dollars later, the HOchieS remain poor, proving to us once more that God hates poor people or at the very least, he does not like us terribly much.
Currently listening to: "Sprouting Confusion" by Nobuo Uematsu, from the Final Fantasy X soundtrack.
treat labels
Accident Prone,
Lotto,
Poor,
The HOchieS
Sunday, June 10, 2007
The Tokyo-Ho Japan Chronicles - Day 2
Day 2 - Monday, 5/28
We awoke at 5 AM to go to one of the largest and best Fish Markets in the world - the Tsujiki Fish Market. It was a bit underwhelming at first but we weren't exactly sure we had run across it. The streets are filled with little shops selling packaged goods from seasoning to dried fish.
I was half expecting fresh fish strewn about in these stalls but found nothing at first. As we walked further we realized we were exactly where we needed to be. I found my fresh fish eventually including a bunch of other strange things I'd never seen before and can still not properly identify.

I guess for 200 yen you really can buy nothing but bullsheet. Just kidding of course. Man, if someone were to prepare this for me, I'd be all over it.
I managed to not be killed on those busy streets but I did not escape my foot being caught on a plastic thing on a shady corner and taking a really bad spill that had my knees badly bruised and hurting for a few days. I also twisted my foot which seemingly cleared up after 2 days but I must have busted it up something fierce because it started to hurt again 3 days ago. I'm in pain as I write this. Weak. We can catagorize that as the 1st incident/misadventure for the day.
Next we went to Asakusa for the giant temple there, known as the Sensoji Shrine.
Sensoji is crowded, has tons of tourist stalls selling all manners of trinkets to traditional clothing and of course, street eats leading to the giant shrine, pagoda and gardens.
At the entrance of the actual temple is this massive lantern that could kill a small village if it fell on it. On either side, are the Japanese gods of Wind and Thunder. It's a great spot and here are some pics for you guys to see. I'll send the entire set when I upload them to shutterfly sometime this week.



Incident number 2 involved Beetchie drinking the shrine water when really all you are supposed to do was intake, spit and not swallow. You'd think that swallowing the germs of millions of people would deter anyone but anyway....
We then went to Ginza to catch a Kabuki show but a wrong turn took us not to the Kabuki theatre but a high class theatre featuring Japanese Traditional Dance. We went, and were amongst of sea of upper class Japanese elite all decked out in suits and many of the women were wearing kimonos. And in we bounced, two kids from NY looking like two hot messes. Yeah, we were stared at but that's okay because our yen paid for our seats...up in the balcony...off to the side but whatever!
The show was decent. Beetchie's convinced it was a slow version of the L-Word.
Our day ended on a high note. We ate at this little place in the area near our Oakhotel Inn.
Quote of the Day:
"The Holy Water, it burns!" - Beetchie
Things We Observed This Day - Volume II:
1. Those Japanese wrap everything up. Everything! They enjoy present wrapping, I guess. And it's so easy to be conned by two little old people when they're so sweet. Curses on them!
2. The Subway is on time. Always. Though I mean, I did see a minute late train. Shameful! Transfers are rough though and costly. It costs you to transfer subway lines. Ugh.
3. You may not be able to smoke and walk but you sure can smoke and bicycle. Those bullshitters.
4. 230 dollar pair of chopsticks that I really wanted but could not justify spending that money on them. Oh but how that pure silver sparkled...
The Day's Eats:
1. Sushi donburi breakfast at 6.30 AM from the Tsujiki Fish Market. Yes, X. Fresh fish from one of the best fish markets in Japan that early in the morning = good times.
2. Sweet potato soft serve ice-cream and tofu soft serve ice cream
3. Street eats of fresh red bean soft cookies
4. I finally ate manju on a stick! and hated it. The coating of that weird bean powder really didn't sit well.
5. Beetchie had a No. 6 which was a Teriyaki McDondalds Burger which turned out to be a weird sausage patty and anything but beef. I had a No. 2 which was an Fillet o' Ebi. I'd have to say I got the better eats this time around.
6. Flan from the high class cafe in Ginza.
7. Awesome food from the man we now fondly refer to as Hattori Hanzo. He fed us grilled mackerel, various meats on sticks and some bad assed fish balls - yum, and for some reason scalloped potatoes with pasta sauce?
The For No Reason Picture(s):
1. Here, have a ninja on a rooftop!

2. And this thing!

The Shooed Away Count:
2 times -
1. At the Fish Market.
We ended up in an area we were not supposed to be at which was closer to the warehouses for arrival of the fish and shipments. Yeah. I knew it was too busy for us to be there! Beetchie made us get shooed away not to mention almost killed.
2. Our trip to try Pachinko in our neighbourhood.
The place was closed and we barged in there, wondering why it was so hard to get in. Beetchie insisted we push our way through the giant curtains and my ass almost tripped again.
We awoke at 5 AM to go to one of the largest and best Fish Markets in the world - the Tsujiki Fish Market. It was a bit underwhelming at first but we weren't exactly sure we had run across it. The streets are filled with little shops selling packaged goods from seasoning to dried fish.
I was half expecting fresh fish strewn about in these stalls but found nothing at first. As we walked further we realized we were exactly where we needed to be. I found my fresh fish eventually including a bunch of other strange things I'd never seen before and can still not properly identify.
I guess for 200 yen you really can buy nothing but bullsheet. Just kidding of course. Man, if someone were to prepare this for me, I'd be all over it.
I managed to not be killed on those busy streets but I did not escape my foot being caught on a plastic thing on a shady corner and taking a really bad spill that had my knees badly bruised and hurting for a few days. I also twisted my foot which seemingly cleared up after 2 days but I must have busted it up something fierce because it started to hurt again 3 days ago. I'm in pain as I write this. Weak. We can catagorize that as the 1st incident/misadventure for the day.
Next we went to Asakusa for the giant temple there, known as the Sensoji Shrine.
Sensoji is crowded, has tons of tourist stalls selling all manners of trinkets to traditional clothing and of course, street eats leading to the giant shrine, pagoda and gardens.
At the entrance of the actual temple is this massive lantern that could kill a small village if it fell on it. On either side, are the Japanese gods of Wind and Thunder. It's a great spot and here are some pics for you guys to see. I'll send the entire set when I upload them to shutterfly sometime this week.
How I can just kill a man...or tiny village, or two little girls from NYC.
Various shops when you get inside!
All part of the temple grounds.
We then went to Ginza to catch a Kabuki show but a wrong turn took us not to the Kabuki theatre but a high class theatre featuring Japanese Traditional Dance. We went, and were amongst of sea of upper class Japanese elite all decked out in suits and many of the women were wearing kimonos. And in we bounced, two kids from NY looking like two hot messes. Yeah, we were stared at but that's okay because our yen paid for our seats...up in the balcony...off to the side but whatever!
The show was decent. Beetchie's convinced it was a slow version of the L-Word.
Our day ended on a high note. We ate at this little place in the area near our Oakhotel Inn.
Quote of the Day:
"The Holy Water, it burns!" - Beetchie
Things We Observed This Day - Volume II:
1. Those Japanese wrap everything up. Everything! They enjoy present wrapping, I guess. And it's so easy to be conned by two little old people when they're so sweet. Curses on them!
2. The Subway is on time. Always. Though I mean, I did see a minute late train. Shameful! Transfers are rough though and costly. It costs you to transfer subway lines. Ugh.
3. You may not be able to smoke and walk but you sure can smoke and bicycle. Those bullshitters.
4. 230 dollar pair of chopsticks that I really wanted but could not justify spending that money on them. Oh but how that pure silver sparkled...
The Day's Eats:
1. Sushi donburi breakfast at 6.30 AM from the Tsujiki Fish Market. Yes, X. Fresh fish from one of the best fish markets in Japan that early in the morning = good times.
2. Sweet potato soft serve ice-cream and tofu soft serve ice cream
3. Street eats of fresh red bean soft cookies
4. I finally ate manju on a stick! and hated it. The coating of that weird bean powder really didn't sit well.
5. Beetchie had a No. 6 which was a Teriyaki McDondalds Burger which turned out to be a weird sausage patty and anything but beef. I had a No. 2 which was an Fillet o' Ebi. I'd have to say I got the better eats this time around.
6. Flan from the high class cafe in Ginza.
7. Awesome food from the man we now fondly refer to as Hattori Hanzo. He fed us grilled mackerel, various meats on sticks and some bad assed fish balls - yum, and for some reason scalloped potatoes with pasta sauce?
The For No Reason Picture(s):
1. Here, have a ninja on a rooftop!
2. And this thing!
Within the vicinity of a Temple, no less. For shame.
The Shooed Away Count:
2 times -
1. At the Fish Market.
We ended up in an area we were not supposed to be at which was closer to the warehouses for arrival of the fish and shipments. Yeah. I knew it was too busy for us to be there! Beetchie made us get shooed away not to mention almost killed.
2. Our trip to try Pachinko in our neighbourhood.
The place was closed and we barged in there, wondering why it was so hard to get in. Beetchie insisted we push our way through the giant curtains and my ass almost tripped again.
treat labels
Accident Prone,
Asakusa,
Day 2,
Ginza,
Hattori Hanzo,
Japan,
Japanese Traditional Dance,
Misadventures,
Sensoji Shrine,
Shooed Away Count,
Sushi,
Temple,
Tokyo,
Tsujiki Fish Market
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Or 2's The Famous London (B)log - DAY 1.5
Chapter 1: 7 PM to 7 AM (No no, this isn't 24)
The flight to London on the 15th messed up this HOchie and company big time. NY time was 7 PM when we departed and arrival at Heathrow was 7 AM on November 16th. What messed with the head was the fact that the head was still in NY time @ 2 AM November 16th. As you can tell, I'm still very much confused and incoherent.
I have to say though that Virgin Atlantic's got some bad-assed plane gear. The in-flight entertainment is so fun. I got to watch this UK comedy series called Peepshow which I liked but like most British comedies, it was painful to watch sometimes. I got to listen in full to albums that I've been meaning to preview for some while and walked away with an appreciation for Arctic Monkeys. The hype surrounding them is still too great but really, it isn't bad at all. I really couldn't get through The Kaiser Chiefs though.
Another point of interest worth mentioning was my very gay flight attendant. He was adorable.
The boring details of that day after getting into London involved renting a phone, taking a rail to the hotel (and by the way, a lot of the London Outskirts looks like Queens. That alone is really scary. Also, taggers in England got nothing on NY Taggers - when you do graffiti, do it right!) and trying to find our hotel.
Things didn't start out THAT fantastic. We got stuck in the elevator at the hotel and I almost broke my foot when I missed a step, with suitcase in hand. My foot went under itself in the worst way possible. I guess it wouldn't be a London trip if I didn't fall at some point (ahaha, London Trip? Get it? Ahhh. I slay myself) but it was scary because it's shocking I didn't actually break it off. This was an ongoing concern of mine during the entire trip actually. I always felt that I was going to break my foot either on some cobblestones or spiral staircases.
The rest of the day was spent walking around like zombies as Battler and I went on an almost fruitless search for flip flops. After getting lost for 3 + hours, I finally remembered that I could have saved us the aches since I knew fully well that flip flops are not in use in England. Heh. Oh well. Not only could I have saved us the achey feet but I could have saved myself some grief:

The only real thing of interest I found in the tuck shop other than my childhood in cadbury chocolate was Fido. That's right, Fido is still rockin' the 7UP can in London:

That night after some fish and chips (not in newspaper much to my dismay) at the corner pub "The Pride of Paddington", Battler, Char Kar and I knocked out for the night.
Wow, what a fairly boring day. It's a sad thing when the flight was the most exciting event.
The flight to London on the 15th messed up this HOchie and company big time. NY time was 7 PM when we departed and arrival at Heathrow was 7 AM on November 16th. What messed with the head was the fact that the head was still in NY time @ 2 AM November 16th. As you can tell, I'm still very much confused and incoherent.
I have to say though that Virgin Atlantic's got some bad-assed plane gear. The in-flight entertainment is so fun. I got to watch this UK comedy series called Peepshow which I liked but like most British comedies, it was painful to watch sometimes. I got to listen in full to albums that I've been meaning to preview for some while and walked away with an appreciation for Arctic Monkeys. The hype surrounding them is still too great but really, it isn't bad at all. I really couldn't get through The Kaiser Chiefs though.
Another point of interest worth mentioning was my very gay flight attendant. He was adorable.
The boring details of that day after getting into London involved renting a phone, taking a rail to the hotel (and by the way, a lot of the London Outskirts looks like Queens. That alone is really scary. Also, taggers in England got nothing on NY Taggers - when you do graffiti, do it right!) and trying to find our hotel.
Things didn't start out THAT fantastic. We got stuck in the elevator at the hotel and I almost broke my foot when I missed a step, with suitcase in hand. My foot went under itself in the worst way possible. I guess it wouldn't be a London trip if I didn't fall at some point (ahaha, London Trip? Get it? Ahhh. I slay myself) but it was scary because it's shocking I didn't actually break it off. This was an ongoing concern of mine during the entire trip actually. I always felt that I was going to break my foot either on some cobblestones or spiral staircases.
The rest of the day was spent walking around like zombies as Battler and I went on an almost fruitless search for flip flops. After getting lost for 3 + hours, I finally remembered that I could have saved us the aches since I knew fully well that flip flops are not in use in England. Heh. Oh well. Not only could I have saved us the achey feet but I could have saved myself some grief:

The only real thing of interest I found in the tuck shop other than my childhood in cadbury chocolate was Fido. That's right, Fido is still rockin' the 7UP can in London:

That night after some fish and chips (not in newspaper much to my dismay) at the corner pub "The Pride of Paddington", Battler, Char Kar and I knocked out for the night.
Wow, what a fairly boring day. It's a sad thing when the flight was the most exciting event.
treat labels
7UP,
Accident Prone,
Arctic Monkeys,
Fido,
fish and chips,
Flight,
Graffiti,
Kaiser Chiefs,
London,
Pub,
Rooster,
sleep,
Taggers,
Virgin-Atlantic,
zombies
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