in one of the most alan ball-esque moments of my life to date, i was sitting with some friends in the bar above abyssinia last night when this random woman stumbles along into our conversation, a conversation which rapidly turns to her recent experience in a japanese art/porn museum where the final exhibit was snow white being eaten out by one of the seven dwarves while the others looked on with various expressions of curiosity and disgust. which one? i found myself asking, while simultaneously not wanting to know the answer. she thought about it for a while. it wasn't bashful, she concluded, because he was standing to the side and being a prude. sleepy was...asleep. beyond that, she had no clue. also: the whiskey and soda i ordered came in a tall and very unsophisticated glass, everyone in the room was either an artist or a musician, and there was a very large styrofoam tarantula hanging from the ceiling above five feet above our heads.