compromising positions

This is the story of Chris and Yaddy, an odd couple taking each other on field trips through each other's tastes.

July 2012

This summer Chris took me to my fifth baseball game ever: Marlins vs. Red Sox at Miami’s new Marlins Park. After years of having absolutely no connection or interest to sports, Chris has finally convinced me to at least pay some attention to it. (He’s mostly snagged me via the writings and podcasts of ESPN’s Bill Simmons.)
I don’t have the attention span to truly follow 9 innings without spacing out but I found the whole thing, the fancams and kisscams hilarious but more than anything, I fell in love with our new stadium and its culture which, I imagine, is a bit different than the one at ballparks in other cities. (I’ve been to Fenway Park, the old Yankee Stadium and Seattle’s Safeco Field.) On the way in, we stopped into a Cuban pastry shop on the ground floor of the stadium and an older Cuban couple bought a colada (it’s like a small styrofoam cup with several servings of Cuban coffee and meant for sharing). They introduced themselves to us and insisted we some of their coffee.
CHRIS: I like the police sketches
YADDY: What about it?
CHRIS: I like police sketches.
YADDY: Do you wish you’d made an appointment?
CHRIS: No, I’d feel self-conscious.
YADDY: Why, they’re not drawing you.
CHRIS: I don’t want to sit so close to some guy. That would make me feel self-conscious.
YADDY: What if you don’t remember your first love all that well and when you describe them to the artist the drawing comes out all fucked up looking?
CHRIS: That’s the point.
"First Love" by Rivane Neuenschwander: the museum-goers make an appointment, come in and describe their first love to a police sketch artist.

CHRIS: I like the police sketches

YADDY: What about it?

CHRIS: I like police sketches.

YADDY: Do you wish you’d made an appointment?

CHRIS: No, I’d feel self-conscious.

YADDY: Why, they’re not drawing you.

CHRIS: I don’t want to sit so close to some guy. That would make me feel self-conscious.

YADDY: What if you don’t remember your first love all that well and when you describe them to the artist the drawing comes out all fucked up looking?

CHRIS: That’s the point.

"First Love" by Rivane Neuenschwander: the museum-goers make an appointment, come in and describe their first love to a police sketch artist.

A few weeks ago I dragged Chris to see Rivane Neuenschwander’s show during it’s last weekend at MAM. I love art. It was my minor in college and I even considered staying in school an extra two years to get my BFA in photography. While Chris appreciates art, he has ADHD and is an antsy person who cannot stay inside a museum for more than 45 minutes.
Another thing he hates is that I like to talk about the art afterwards.
ME: Chris, what did you like about the show today?
CHRIS: Everything, it was great.
ME: No, really, Chris, what did you like?
Above is “I Wish Your Wish,” a wall of ribbons with inscribed wishes. The spectator can take a ribbon, tie it around their wrist, and in return they must write a new wish and place it in the hole the ribbon hung from.
This is Chris eating at IHOP. His first choice was Denny’s. If Yaddy had had a choice, they would have flown to NYC and eaten at Babbo’s.