Friday, April 23
freelancer is suffering from whatever respiratory disease is going around. her coughing, rich with phlegm makes me think of deadly, fluffy, rich muffins. each expectoration creates its own geography. i can see the edges and forests of the germs. i see them coming towards me, right and left angles, marching or floating depending on their character. my nose, eyes, throat, their mutual destination.
4:33 PM

Sunday, April 18
tired. i can't seem to catch up on sleep. as frustrated as it made me, i miss being bored.
11:39 PM

Saturday, April 3
just took mom to the whitney bienniale. horrible. mediocre horror. we liked maybe 3-4 artists and the only one who truly felt professional ended up being David Hockney. i don't like to look at artists' names -- generally i look at the art and maybe then check to see who is the artist. i felt good to find we had identified hockney as talented. i don't completely Love all his work but he shone in comparison to the other crrrrrrap. one woman's photography of folks and land around the missisippi (sp) river is also good except some of the items she placed in the frame were too staged. she overdid it. if i hadn't gotten in for free with my office corporate card (they donate mucho money to museums in this town) i would have felt quite ripped off.

now... hours and hours of work. hours.
3:50 PM