Monday, March 30, 2009

trying to decide

If I should leave New York for a little while

and work in the woods in BC again this summer

earn between 8 and 20 thousand dollars

live in a tent

call my girlfriend once every 5 days

come back in July and maybe go somewhere else for a while


keep working three days a week, selling clothes

"He's The Master"

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Saturday, March 21, 2009

To transfer between the 7 and the L train you have to walk an entire block underground.

Usually there are two buskers in the middle. The first guy is always sleeping next to a sign that says ‘nytimes published poet.’ He looks homeless. I have never seen anybody pay him to write a poem.

The sign connects his body to a story of ‘downfall,’ or ‘struggling artist.’

Then there is a guy who plays drums on turned over buckets. The big kind you get when you buy huge quantities of pool chemicals. It echoes across the whole underground chamber. Gets louder then louder then really really loud, then quiter then quieter and finally goes away as you duck into the next station.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

I swear my brother is writing some of the spam that I get

Plow through your girl like a bulldozer lol

My brother is an entrepreneur. Link To Brother's Ventures: Pacific Website Company

Friday, March 13, 2009

going to las vegas

Lauren's sister lives in Las Vegas, and I am flying there this evening.

What have I done?

Matt and Kyle's art thing was cool.

I went bowling in Williamsburg for Lauren's birthday; it was cool.

The Russian Concussion is sleeping on my couch. He will be here while I am away, feeding my cat and designing a video game on his massive fluorescent laptop computer. His computer looks like Skate shoes in the late nineties - or basketball shoes that sell for hundreds of dollars. Shoes again. A ridiculous and loud computer.

Aran Darling has been sending me funny videos and pictures. Here is my favorite.

Monday, March 9, 2009

The New Deal

My friends Matt Moravec ('tall Matt') and Kyle Thurman are curating a show.

Haven't seen the artworks yet, but I've seen the space. There are two large glass doors in the entrance, and it is shaped like a half hexagon. The walls are white, obviously; on the right side the ceiling opens up into concrete and exposed ventilation pipes. In the back there is a door to an office that is full or t-shirts designed by famous artists for the gap/whitney biennial.

It is also organized/blogged by A-ron (downtown cred) and has something to do with Art Production Fund (institutional support). All of the artists, I have been told, are younger than I am.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

New Phone

My phone broke so I got a new phone yesterday.

There are two Indian guys who work in the Verizon place on fourteenth street; I remembered them becuase that is who I got the last phone from.

They told me I qualified for a new phone, which is good. I didn't want to buy a new one. There was something langorous and bored about the way they showed me the upmarket phones. I told them I want one that is simple, and looks nice.

While they were doing the paperwork I watched the Seinfeld that was playing on a screen. 'Do you guys get sick of this playing all day?' I said. 'We don't pay attention.'

Then a guy with a beard and skate shoes stormed in and sat down beside me, visibly shaky. 'Can I help you?' said the be-turbanned Indian guy whose beard was combed upwards into his hair.

The guy pulls out his phone, one of these typing flip phones, and says, 'I need you to show me how to put a key lock on this so that my FUCKING GIRLFRIEND can't look through it!'

I just kept quiet and watched the Seinfeld. It was the one about the vasectomy - Elaine cuts her hair.

Later, I would lie in bed and listen to an argument between two sisters, their loud voices echoing around in the courtyard and through my window as if they were in the next room.