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ok...2012...almost half way...sitting here at the library...something seems to be up. Some kind of renovation or shift...many of the books are gone.
Myself...I have been doing good. I may soon have positive cash flow. I love where I live. I have been hanging out with Christians, thinking about 1963...becoming purple, obsequious (sp?) and clairvoyant. Loving my iPhone....and attempting to look at and write about art...mostly so far just looking.
Last week I was at PS1, looking at the Brooklyn Rail. There was an article about Abbie Hoffman with a photo of a young (30's-ish?) Hoffman who looked much like Michael from ASL-so much so, that I started to wonder if he was Michael from ASL. Strangely enough, Stephen Weber said the guest speaker at his church that night was named Michael Pellettieri. The pictures of the older Hoffman don't look like Michael at all. I e-mailed Mitch to see if he was still wanting to work on a film about Hoffman. He wrote back right away and said it was a graphic novel, but yes he was.
Last Thursday, Interfaith Assembly on Homelessness and Housing held an all night vigil/rally/press conference at City Hall. After meeting Stephen's Michael (who wasn't the same Michael, but sounded like a famous radio personality) I walked down to Union Square sat for a minute with the chess players then walked with a guy named (Fernando?), who happened to look like a shorter, darker Marc Greenberg down to City Hall. We arrived around midnight. The Park was closed. Maybe ten (demonstrators?) were camped out in front. Marc Greenberg among them.
So now this week I am thinking about Hoffman, Homelessness and Housing, 1963, heat (and the absence there of).
ok...2012...almost half way...sitting here at the library...something seems to be up. Some kind of renovation or shift...many of the books are gone.
Myself...I have been doing good. I may soon have positive cash flow. I love where I live. I have been hanging out with Christians, thinking about 1963...becoming purple, obsequious (sp?) and clairvoyant. Loving my iPhone....and attempting to look at and write about art...mostly so far just looking.
Last week I was at PS1, looking at the Brooklyn Rail. There was an article about Abbie Hoffman with a photo of a young (30's-ish?) Hoffman who looked much like Michael from ASL-so much so, that I started to wonder if he was Michael from ASL. Strangely enough, Stephen Weber said the guest speaker at his church that night was named Michael Pellettieri. The pictures of the older Hoffman don't look like Michael at all. I e-mailed Mitch to see if he was still wanting to work on a film about Hoffman. He wrote back right away and said it was a graphic novel, but yes he was.
Last Thursday, Interfaith Assembly on Homelessness and Housing held an all night vigil/rally/press conference at City Hall. After meeting Stephen's Michael (who wasn't the same Michael, but sounded like a famous radio personality) I walked down to Union Square sat for a minute with the chess players then walked with a guy named (Fernando?), who happened to look like a shorter, darker Marc Greenberg down to City Hall. We arrived around midnight. The Park was closed. Maybe ten (demonstrators?) were camped out in front. Marc Greenberg among them.
So now this week I am thinking about Hoffman, Homelessness and Housing, 1963, heat (and the absence there of).
