Im so disappointed. It looks like this tropical storm, soon to be hurricane, is going to just skim us. I was hoping for some fun. 
Well it's probably for the best. I live in a 100 year old building and the windows of my apartment have very big gaps where the water can get through. I would probably just spend the whole night running around with towels and that would be un-fun. You can't see much at night anyway.
At least there is the splattering of light rain for sleeping.
Well it's probably for the best. I live in a 100 year old building and the windows of my apartment have very big gaps where the water can get through. I would probably just spend the whole night running around with towels and that would be un-fun. You can't see much at night anyway.
At least there is the splattering of light rain for sleeping.
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i visited these galleries on tuesday:
acquavellagalleries.com
flowers
both are in the neighborhood of the old sant ambroeus where i worked six years until it closed in 2001. we're going back, re-opening in the wintrer or next spring. at least sant ambroeus is going back. i'm thinking of ditching america and trying somewhere else. i've been thinking that way awhile, but beth is hard to budge and the dog and cat difficult and expensive to move.
i find if you actually roll around in car art the fuzz hassle you and i'm likely to be vulnerable.
eleanor acquavella, whose family has been pushing art a time now - her grand-daddy had picasso, and indeed there was a picasso hanging there on tuesday - she and i were crossing park ave. together on the morning of nine/eleven when i was going over to check on beth who was working at the whitney then. eleanor was talking on a cell phone - they were still working, the secong plane had just hit - and she expostulated something like "you're kidding" and when she'd hung up i asked if there was new news and she told me that the pentagon had been hit.. i said:
"it's like the chinese curse: may you live in interesting times."
eleanor didn't seem much impressed by my sagacity. that's cool. she'd just got married that summer and they dropped some big bucks on the festivities out at their place in southampton. i think we did the cake. she may already that morning have been pregnant and the baby i have been told thrives but i don't think i've ever heard if it was boy or girl, tho i waited on her not too long ago. i gotta remember to ask.
all of which i bother you with, young artist, because eleanor and her brother deal contemporary art now.
ponder her some.
if i was a shithead teacher you'd probably be charged for this lecture but lucky for you i'm a trash artist.
from where the condition be ever oranger,
quin.