the abandoned school across the street has trees growing inside and on the roof.
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

the view from my window...there is a car alarm that has been going off repeatedly all morning.
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

rest in peas

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So...Eric The Roomate transcribed the conversation we had last night over pasta and peas:

"That’s really cool of you that you’re pursuing your dreamsI’m notYes you are most people just have safe jobs and never really go after thehard thingsNeither am IYes you are you moved to New york, you go on auditionsNo I don’t, and there’s benefits to having safe jobs. You can have afamily. You can travelNo you can’t, that’s the whole thing, you have your jobWell one day you can cuz you’ll have money. I have friends at home, my agewho own their own housesYeah me tooBut you’re, how old35, that’s truewow Jennifer, you only have like 30 good years left30, I’m ready to go now.Are you serious?Yes, I don’t think I could take another 30Well you could do something?To expediate the process. Yeah, I would never commit suicide. That’s likea last option.YepThere are too many other things one can do before that to change one's life. A person can try to improve life or do all manner of less final self-destructive things. I don't understand why people exfixiate themselves in their cars, it’s so energyin-efficient, they could just buy pills and save the environment? Yaknow?Where do you see yourself in 10 yearsDeadBesides deadEither dead or still working at the strand wishing I was dead. Or married.Uh huhBecause every single person that comes to my cash register I think mmmmm….Iwonder if I could date this person. No matter how horrible. And it’sweird ya know because it was so much easier when I was younger. To datesomeone older. So it’s like I see people that look like they’re dateworthy but they’re little kids. They’re 10 years younger then me. AndI’m, what? I’m old. Most of them are just out of college. For guysit doesn’t matter, to date someone younger is like a badge of courage, butfor me it’s just depressing. Everyday I’m just getting older. 30 years?I think there’s just something wrong with my brain from watching T.V. all the time. I used to have a good imagination, but…..Cable should helpYeah, maybe that’s not the best idea. Get used to this line “I’ll be in myroom”."

Today is the day Christians belive that Christ was re-born. It's a fitting spring-time story...hopeful...when everything is getting green again...Shalom!

A SHOCK, THATS ALL IT WAS, IN THE DARKENED HOUSE. The girl struck by her partner very hard. It had staggered her, it was over the line, you wondered how she was standing. Her partner had clapped her to one side of the face with the full flat of his hand, and it had swung her right around toward the audience, almost knocked her off the stage, and she was hurt. The man in the eighth row from his angle hadn't seen it coming; but neither had she seen it you could almost believe, the actress herself. Something wronfg up there. He was stunned and amazed, he was honestly thrilled, not stunned at all.
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

Always look on the bright side of life

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Oh...Eric Idol was just on that show about broadway shows, the one that comes on after Charlie Rose. I am so guilty of Idolatry...he is so cute and funny...as a knight, as a woman, in Brazil (wait...was that him or one of the other pythons in Brazil?)At any rate he's...Adorable. check out his list of favorite books, guess he has a thing for Patricia Highsmith books...cool he likes milan kundera and he's a vegetarian...hey! I love Zion National Park too...especially the echoing frog pool...Heavy sigh...just got home from an insanely hectic day of taking people's money.

I bought two books today...one guitar book and Actress in the House, a novel by Joseph McElroy...The girl on the cover kinda reminds me of Emma.

Tomorrow we get cable and Sunday is a paid holiday so I invited some people over to eat soup and celebrate the wonders of cable and the end of my social life...just kidding, that ended a long time ago. Feel freel to stop by if you're not doing anything. Queens of the Stone Age are on Conan tonight...I kind of like this song...bom...bom...do do do...bom bom...do do do...ew ew ew ew ew ew ew.

Chez Nous

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Spring has sprung. The air is cool and damp, very in-hospitable to bike riding but perfect for hanging around the apartment. below are some photos of our little villa...note the pink and white checkerboard tiles in the kitchen selected by Eric(Edy)Ponce our Honduran Super...they made me ill at first but now they are kind of growing on me...I have started to enjoy the way they clash with the vinyl floor tiles and the way the kitchen tiles clash with the hall tiles...there is a haphazardness to it all. This apartment has actually come a long way in the last two years...well not a very long way but at least the mice and roaches are under control and the walls aren't oozing as much.

Nothing link-worthy is coming to mind today...I read that the world Bank has a new president or ceo or jefe or what have you. I like the way DavidByrne put it...that the World Bank is a misnomer, kinda like the World Series...last night someone asked me a) where is the philosophy section and B) do I think that woman should have the feeding tube removed...or put back?

My gut reaction was to say let the woman die...she's a vegetable...why prolong misery? Why spend so much effort and expense prolonging one life when there are so many people in need of the most basic health care?

He said, "Why does everyone want her to die?" and went on to explain that she was not a vegetable and the husband may well have caused the brain damage in the first place and wanted to make sure she couldn't testify. That there were doctors that said they could improve her condition. I guess that's plausible...Now that I think about it, the picture on the news showed her conscious, blinking...messed up but aware...but the voice over said something like, "her husband says she is a vegetable and there is no reason to keep on keeping her alive."

The old guy made some good points. Still just one life, but it makes a difference if she's conscious and if its a loving husband saying that or if its someone that hates her and tried to kill her and has a life insurance claim to collect. We left it at "we'll see what happens."

hmmm...still nothing to link to...ooh the rain just turned to snow...hmm...is there a site that promotes free clean drinking water and universal health care?

our kitchen window
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

our fridge
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

An amazing woman advertised on craigslist for a tile mosaic person to take the zillion dishes she had collected...she wanted to pass them on like a torch of craftdom...she had started this table and gave it to me to finish...I finally started working on it the other day...its quite fun.
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

organization...trip, tripping over...clothes on the floor
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

Happy Birthday Emma

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people ARE strange...there is a really great cuban salsa party directly across the street from Strand bookstore where I went to meet my former roomate Emma on her birthday...the atmosphere is other worldly...I didn't stay because I didn't see emma there but I want to go back...anyway, Emma this digitized linocut is for you...I hope you enjoy this side of 23.

aujourd hui je dort et je dort tout le matin...comme tu peut vior, je ne parle pas francais mai je sais un mot o cinq...Nous avons ici un objet d'art du l'artiste Lis Johnson que je compris dans la machina Art-O-Matic...Elle ecrit, "This linocut is a portrait of a person living in my neighborhood. I hope you enjoy it." Il s'apelle Richard.
photo taken with my dear departed camera phone

sigh...its monday my day off...I've already slept away most of the morning...what wll i do today? Laundry? reading? video editing? Tile mosaic? cleaning? It's overcast...I would like to go to P.S. 1 or MOMA but I might just get groceries and hang out here at home attempting to catch up on a zillion undone things.
photo taken with my dear departed camera phone

ugh...je suis fatigue(e)

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I think I have to give up coffee...I feel so blah when I'm not having some...anyway I was going to write some more about the films I saw last week but in this state I really have to force my self to care about anything...my space is wrecked...huge pile of laundry...extra furnature from Socorro's apartment...She was supposed to leave for Germany wednesday but missed her flight...She handled that much better than I would have...bought a new ticket and is leaving todayugh...ugh...ugh...its nice out and my plan is to bike to work today but I really feel like going back to bed for another hour.

there's a new whole foods in union square...I'm not sure how I feel about it...Sort of happy...if I have to pay $2.00 for an apple it might as well be organic...but a little uncomfortable too...Like austin and new york have collided. It's causing confusion and feelings of disorientation. I called my friend kym who works at whole foods in S.F. and she was not very happy with them...they have profit sharing and health care and pay starts at two dollars an hour more than strand...I got called for a job there but had just started working at the bookstore and thought it would be more...what...media-licious? Now I don't know...I wish Strand would clean the used books a little...like half price does...sigh...i miss half price...remember the 25 cent clearence books,? the free screener videos? the varitey of activity...heavy sigh as i think about eight hours at the cash register.

Anyway...I hope a bike ride will cure these blues.

New York Underground

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Jason Schwartzman is on Conan tonight plugging I heart huckabees...must be a rerun. I saw and really loved that movie it was funny wierd and it had lilly tomlin in it which you know is gonna be good. Don't I make a great art critic?

Anyway...I've been very exhausted lately because i've been binging on underground films. Last week, being the cheepskate that I am, I purchased a ten show pass for a film festival at anthology film archives and that's where I've been spending my waking, non-working hours this week.

The first show was a biographical thing about the novelist, jt leroy. Before the screening, Lou "velvet underground" reed read a note from leroy. Lou "take a walk on the wild side" reed as you might imagine has a great reading voice...very deep and comforting...sigh...anyway the film also had some big stars like winona ryder and easy rider. I got the feeling they appeared in this film as mandatory community service for shoplifting and turning so many people on to acid, respectively.

It was kind of a greuling film that left me depressed and conflicted...that's the way it is with these underground films...some are a little boring and some are disturbing, unsettling....and some are really really funny. This one, The Heart is Decietful Above All Things, was all of the above. Which makes it a perfect underground film I guess...in spite of the big name stars.

There were other good flicks worth mentioning but I'm weary from working and watching films then coming home and watching videos with Eric (the roomate, not the super)...must sleep now...oh Eric just got home...he rented Garden State.

let freedom ring

missle dick chicks at last year's anti war march.
photo taken with my dear departed camera phone

ode to martha stewart

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Today I purchaced a small book of Edith Piaf songs...I can hear my roomate Eric, the actor practicing some lines in the next room...loud and forcefully..."What do you do? What do you do?"...now he's making an outgoing message for his vioce mail..."hi this is Eric Feldman please leave a message. if this is an emergency plese call the police...hahahahaha! Po-lice."

I wrote a poem at work today:

Ode to Pepperoni Hot Pocket

Irresistable
vending machine snack,
Vegitarian?

That's right. It's a Hiaku.

I'm trying to think of something interesting to link this to...something related to the day...I was shelving history today...hmmm...there was some discussion about Ulysses vs. Odyessius...which is cooler which is roman...which is greek...oh! Martha is getting out of jail today. I am actually a big fan of her work. especially the chocolate and almond heart shaped cookies...she's a genius...a felon and a genius.

let's see what on her site this month.

grope magazine

So...I started a new blog devoted to acrhitecture, planning, and ecology...art too in a sense, but big, sculptural art like buildings. so far its a list of links...websites I found when I googled architecture. take a look make some observations...comment.

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Hmmm...March first...in like a sloth...time went by pretty quickly today...I started reading a book called 'Nothing If Not Critical" by an Aussie art historian and critic...Robert Hughes? There is the most hidious band on Conan tonight...will it ever end? Hmmm...not much other news...We decided to withhold this rent from the LL until we get full functioning hot water...we're supposed to be getting cable soon...hmmm...I am thinking about graduate schools.
photo taken with my dear departed camera phone

necesito aprender espanol

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aqui in esto vecindario y esta edificio donde vivo mucha gente hablan espanol, pero no puedo hablar espanol muy bien. Entonces puedo usar algunos minutos para practicar escribando en espanol.

aqui es unapoema otra de pablo neruda:

Oda a la mesa

Ode to the table

Sobre las cuatro patas de la mesa
desarrollo mis odas,

I work out my odes
on a four legged table,

despliego el pan, el vino
y el asado
(la nave negra de los suenos),

laying before me bread and wine
and roast meat
(that black boat of our dreams)

o dispongo tijeras, tazas, clavos,
claveles y martillos.

sometimes I set out scissors, cups, and nails,
hammers and carnations.


La mesa fiel
sostiene
sueno y vida,
titanico cuadrupedo.


Tables are trustworthy:
titanic quadrupeds.
they sustain our hopes and our daily life.

Es
la encaracolada
y refulgente
mesa del rico un fabuloso buque
cargado con racimos.

The rich man's table scrolled and shining,
is
a fabulous ship bearing bunches of fruit.

Es hermosa de la gula,
rebosante de goticias langostas,
y hay una mesa
sola, en el comedor de nuestra tia
en verano. Corrieron
las cortinas

Gluttony's table is a wonder,
piled high with gothic lobsters,
and there is also a lonesome
table in our aunt's dining room,
in summer. They've closed
the curtains