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breakfast w/ Heather

01::December::1996 22:34 → permalink

The final blast5drama convocation with Heather at Veselka for breakfast. She was recovered from whatever it was she had … Later hung out with Kevin for the afternoon, met with Lawren, a friend of hers, and Stefan for a bit then took my stuff to Stefan and Ellen’s place and packed everything in preparation for the flight to Phoenix tomorrow. Their next-door neighbors came over for dinner. Raining very hard all

day. But much warmer than in the past few days. Kevin comes down for a few hours in the evening. and the four of us sit and talk.

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dinner w/ Sean
  • place: Manhattan, New York

30::November::1996 21:55 → permalink

Dinner with Sean Bronzell. Indian food. Then went back to Kevin’s and he had just gotten back from Thanksgiving up in Westchester with friends. We called Stefan who was with Ellen, Lisa, and Jane at a nearby bar, so we met them for a few hours.

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dinner w/ Rick
  • place: Manhattan, New York

29::November::1996 21:54 → permalink

Dinner with Rick Dominguez. I meet him up at the headquarters of The Thing up on 26th Street on the far west side and then we walked back to Chelsea for dinner of noodle soup.

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dinner w/ Heather
  • place: Manhattan, New York

28::November::1996 21:49 → permalink

Dinner with Heather Wagner. She woke up this morning sick. We’ll have breakfast Sunday morning instead.

All that goes before forget. Too much time at a time is too much. That gives the pen time to note. I don’t see it but I hear it there behind me. Such is the silence. When the pen stops I go on. Sometimes it refuses. When it refuses I go on. Or it’s my voice too weak at times. The one that comes out of me. So much for the art and craft. — Samuel Beckett

I go over to Alec and Dana’s place in Brooklyn in the morning to work some. It is bitter cold today, and down there on the waterfront under the Manhattan Bridge it’s really frigid. I come back to Kevin’s and just write. On these pages and others … I am hoping that I will get some server space from Remo to use, as my site on iex.net is full, and I can’t afford to get any other space… Thanksgiving Day. (Give thanks and praises, so high, give thanks and praises…)

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dinner w/ Adrianne
  • place: Manhattan, New York

27::November::1996 20:46 → permalink

Dinner with Adrianne Wortzel. Long day today. I stopped by early to pick up the Noun portfolio that I have kept at Stefan and Ellen’s and delivered it to Kathy for her to have on hand at this new photography space. It does seem that the long doldrums in art photography sales is lifting. I am hoping to take advantage of that development. In two months the print sales business has eclipsed sales in her custom black&white photographic printing business! I then went right over to artnetweb to meet with Remo who is encouraging me to turn in a proposal for the internet exhibition called port: navigating digital culture coming up in February at the List Gallery (and online) at MIT that he is curating. The main premise of the exhibition is art-as-communication utilizing the possibilities of the net. Following that meeting, I went over to Alec’s place in Brooklyn. I first met Alec a few years back — we had a mutual friend that I had gone to grad school with, Chuck, who Alec had met when both of them were living in Denmark. Once, when Alec was passing through Iceland, he stayed at our place.

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dinner w/ Antoinette
  • place: Manhattan, New York

26::November::1996 20:38 → permalink

Dinner with Antoinette LaFarge. Little Poland, bean soup and bread. I picked up my ticket for Arizona and with that, spend my last money. Right after, I head up to Chelsea to see my old boss, Kathy Kennedy at PhotoWorks — the printer that I worked for in the mid-eighties. She is one of the two top custom black&white printers in the City. She has remodeled half of the lab space into a nice exhibition hall and is showing a number of photographers’ work including her own, although the space isn’t technically a gallery and she sees people interested in buying only by appointment.

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Jordan cancels
  • place: Manhattan, New York

25::November::1996 21:46 → permalink

Jordan Crandall had to cancel dinner with the message: I’m sorry to say that I can’t have dinner Monday–I have some urgent business I have to attend to then. so it goes.

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dinner w/ Marlena
  • place: Manhattan, New York

24::November::1996 21:13 → permalink

Dinner with Marlena Corcoran. Pizza somewhere on Bleecker Street.

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buddha in a box
  • place: Prescott, Arizona

05::August::1996 22:39 → permalink

I have only fragments of moments to write anything. I am so busy with painting the interior of the house here, compiling a body of work for an exhibition sponsored by the Ultimate Akademie Köln and the Goethe Institute in Thailand. The project is called One Day of My Life in a Box and, well, I was a bit stumped on what to do for it. As well, I was invited to contribute an edition of work for the next BLAST edition. Here I am on the millionth kilometer of travel in the last 18 months, a small suitcase to live from, and no real studio to work in, not the greatest conditions to have unfettered creativity. Actually, it is all I can do to survive. So I decide to use the 1000 Buddhas database, somehow. Making small photocopies with 25 on each page, and then cutting them down, making stacks of 50 sheets, a Buddha on each side, drilling a hole through the top edge of the stack and tying them together — a Book of 100 Buddhas. Or so. Kinda lame. And the people at Kinkos (the local copy store) totally screwed up cutting the second set of 300 pages of photocopies which took me three hours to produce. They won’t let me run the paper cutting machine myself, either, for insurance reasons … Really irritating. And the manager obviously is not interested in having this “weird” kind of work that is bothersome and particular to do. It is too bad — I have produced a lot of work at different Kinkos before, and mostly have gotten great service from other managers. One in particular, in Boulder, Colorado, invited me to come run their big machines myself to produce exactly what I wanted in the off-hours, and gave me a huge discount to boot! But, this seems to be yet another example of the paranoia that seems to be so, what, popular, these days. Afraid of anything that does not fit the proscribed formula. Maybe this is a result of too many people learning their behavioral morality system from TV — they can bear no deviation from the slick and packaged norm. Or something. I dunno. I wish it were elsewise. That there is a more open attitude, a bit of embracing of fresh new things, new insights. (Bloody foolish idealist I am, eh?) But still worried as hell about what is happening to me.

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