gawker stalker

so after last labour day i thought i'd send nostalgia boy something related to an exhibit we went to at moma. i bought it last june, july. and it's been sitting in my closet ever since. it's a good thing classical modern art doesn't date.

two weeks ago, i finally mail it across the atlantic, but not without some adventure. nostalgia boy's parents sold the UES townhouse and moved into an apartment overlooking the park. i remembered the street but not the building, and like all modern folk in this age of over-information, they're not listed.

so i google. i googlemap and street view to find the building. they have a door man so i know all i have to do is get it to the right building. it's not a famous one like the pierre or the dakota. i work out the building from an aerial view to recognise the furniture on the terrace, then, with the help of our intern, work out how to identify the building number.

before the digital age, a stalk-out like this could be a sign of deep psychosis and evidence for a restraining order. nowadays, it's a mix between creep behaviour and commendable research skills.

given it's august, i think the family are away for the summer. or i somehow got the building number wrong. or maybe, just maybe, it's freaked nostalgia guy out. it's still quite funny how there's a fine line between being creative and being creepy.