Friday, March 30, 2001
Brightly ruddy from the gym, good friends for a late dinner. The rhythmic fluidity of city traffic merging in darkness, the meter of time on the brink of change. The passing of neon lights, rain, my car, a back seat full of books and art supplies. The diode glow of the dashboard, a song by Billie Holiday. The weekend comfort of boots, jeans and tight retro Ironworkers t-shirt. A warm welcoming bowl of lemon grass soup and steaming hot chrysanthemum tea. Conversation with friends of friends who enjoy the bitter taste of TsingTao. Small talk, on food, boys, music and clubs, combative political discussion, and talk of prospective travel; Paris and Florence as destintations of choice. Extended dissertation on friends and achingly beautiful boys with messy hair and funny glasses, no art talk. Asia plaza and indulgence of Ultraman candy, super treat for a super Friday.
10:15 PM :

Thursday, March 29, 2001
"Photography improves in a constant way, forever in the same direction. Films are faster, lenses more luminous, shutters are working at 1/4000 s. Images of our world that condescend to stay in our mind are such tiny moments, joined end to end, they rarely excess a few minutes. The waves of images are invading our daily world without giving us the time to really see them. Television, video, newspapers, magazines, publicity and posters bring everyday a stupefying harvest of what some still dare to call "choc des images" (image impact). Kallitypes L'invitation au Voyage by Philippe Moroux.Slowing down the process, pin hole cameras, alternative solutions and experimentation.
11:39 AM :

Wednesday, March 28, 2001
Not one for excessive grooming products; too fussy, too much time and not my style. I do love the morning ritual of the slow shave. Post shower, hot wash cloth, wrapped in a thirsty Fieldcrest towel, prepping, preening, posing, checking out muscle; great results from much gym time. Ceremonial steam of face, then liberal application of Edge For Tough Beards, I like it, it works, extra lubricants, and the commercials have hot guys, what can I say, I'm a victim of the advertising age. Oh, and the name EDGE is good, it's a good guy name for shave cream, funny- as if Mr. Edge knew we were raised on Johnny Quest, Superfriends and Sega. Confidently grabbing the Gillette Mach 3 Razor with the rubberized grip for better handling, I stroke, swiping through the whiskers, aggressively plowing through angles and switching directions, expertly handling the ceremonial removal of stubble. Another pass as I make a tough guy face, this time more angles, roundhouse to the chin and a rinse. Simplistic right, beautiful procedure, dull yet calming. More steam and the hot wash cloth, a few brisk slaps of Clinique Post Shave Healer, expensive luxurious crap that soothes. Mission Accomplished! Best face forward as topper to athletic fit dress shirts and beautiful silk ties, accoutrements and ritual of the young gentleman.

10:34 AM :

Fontomas from designer Dirk Uhlenbrock, the originator of the very FINE* Eyesaw Site. Also Choco*Choco for small delights and super oddities.

10:33 AM :

Tuesday, March 27, 2001
Gym Hottie! Short muscle boy with soul patch throwing Adidas sack over shoulder. Me, I am Coffee and Gatorade, Biceps curl and grimace. Cut off camo shorts and t-shirt, I am all over my army navy store for basics. I am down with the memorization of poems and lines remembered as occupational hazard, mind wandering during a 75 pound straight bar curl. Blah (Scars) blah (William Stafford) blah blah they tell how it was and how time came along, and how it happened again and again. They tell the slant life takes when it turns and slashes your face as a friend. The weight room soundtrack turns from Pantera to Black Flag and now (laughingly so) The Mary Jane Girls 'In My House'. Whew, rhythmic, synthy, disco like, sweating, I bare the scars of both dance floor and mosh pits. It feels good to feel strong, and slightly lightheaded from a rush of endorphin, slightly horny too. Food after, hitting the Falafal stand.
12:50 PM :

Picasso popular in Turkey and an Auvers-sur-Oise stolen to order.
12:50 PM :

Flaming Desires, An Erotic Life In A Button Up Era A Story of Hypnotic Fascinations.
8:22 AM :

Monday, March 26, 2001
I guess that I am an 'early adopter' considering I like to tool, retool and experiment, nothing to lose having two machines. Missing bitmaps and all that is lo-fi although great ideas abound, REASON - a virtual crack rack of analog synths and the sound studio of your dreams a mere click away.
1:06 PM :

Color perceived, color observed, lack of color determined by the limbic system; 10 inches of snow today. Early spring snow evokes association and memories, references, analogies, metaphors and associations. In mute stuttering cold handwriting, shadows, ice and fog. Sun now changes format from somber to brilliant, white=fate and purity. I understand this last moment of winter is fleeting and soon to be somber, leaden, muddy if only for one more day. Tomorrow evokes hope, a visceral response to color, as life will wash with an explosion of hue and value.
1:04 PM :

Sunday, March 25, 2001
















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