Conversation Swirling Into Cocktail 1

New year’s eve 2001 was approaching and I had spent every night previous with my musician friends. A love filled bunch, but I felt I was wearing out my welcome. I called the head of my art friends to hear what might be going on. Johnny explained a party with Mary the gallery gal and that whole crowd. He insinuated heavy cocaine use a couple of times. That turned me off and said that I told a guitar player I was doing whatever he did. Which was the truth.

On the Eve I couldn’t contact the guitar player, so I called Johnny to see how it was going. I successfully invited myself to the party. I got dressed wearing the new red silk boxers and sexy socks I bought the day previous. I went to his place; one of the gallery guys was there already. We worried about drinks. Knowing the place would be stocked, it is still bad manners to not offer a gift. John was sure there would be too much traffic by the gallery to get the champagne there. We had a little coke. Johnny finished shaving and we were off to the gallery (no alcohol sales on Sun) by taxi.

Up the stairs, past the alarm. I saw the show at the opening but I re-enjoyed the soft light-switch by Oldenburg and the giant felt thing with turmeric powder in a depression in the top. In the back were new Tom Wesselmans in crates with color xeroxes of the work on the outside. There was also a new large one on the wall. Exciting for me, I like this artist. In the fridge were two big champagnes and a respectable red.

Taxi to midtown. Swanky neighborhood. Inside many shoes were left on a rug by the stairs. I was undecided what to do. I had already had a shoe dilemma. I bought some new boots two days prior because of a foot of snow in the city and very spotty plowing. (I had put off buying boots for many years, but now I couldn’t even cross the street. Luckily there are several shoe stores around the corner.) They are cool and new and the streets were still sloppy, but they are boots. I can’t wear boots to a sophisticated party. I also cannot wear the other inevitably slush and snow covered shoe choice.

The boots came off. I also had new socks to show off. A woman came down the stairs to greet us. Peter the gallery guy introduced me and Johnny to her. She was nice and took the wine. I lamented not being able to show the bottles we brought publicly. She said it was ok; she was the hostess.

There were several people I know and more I didn’t. Champagne was all there was to drink. Yack yak yak. oooo dinner. Very good food. Heard stories from the French artist ,the leading turkish video maker, and some Israeli dude. Then some walking around.

Conversation Swirling Into Cocktail 2

There were several people I know and more I didn’t. Champagne was all there was to drink. Yack yak yak. oooo dinner. Very good food. Heard stories from the French artist, the leading turkish video maker, and some Israeli dude. Then some walking around.

A very good house for a party. 5 floors, each with different flavored rooms and a bathroom on each floor. Many kisses at the bell. Numerous interesting people: the guy who takes photos of large groups of naked people that I had heard about (we almost got him to take us all on the roof), the man of the house was a gallery owner but I thought he was a dick (and I told my friends), the german fashion designer with her sexy pants, and the other artists. I even got a chance to show off my new red silk, then my boxers were photographed. We talked about many interesting things like our era in history, the nature of art, and the future of art. I also had a good talk with a beautiful woman about atheism. She had apparently inadvertently scared someone off and was looking for a kindred spirit. She’s lucky to have found me. The hostess was also great. Maybe 2 single women there.

My anxiety about the drug situation was exaggerated. There was a pile of coke and generous lines for everyone, but none of that nonstop peer pressure sort of coke party I have seen before. It was very nice. Many of us danced to old disco. Ugh I can barely make myself dance to that even though I danced most of the night.

A huge group of us left at the same time. The hostess told me without solicitation that I added a lot. We walked to an avenue contemplating taxis. At the corner a few minutes later, a limousine was flagged down. It was empty, on its way back to the livery. A fare downtown was negotiated. We were on our way to the west side of Soho to a restaurant we use for a treehouse. The limo was packed; the gangsta rap was a welcome change. Damn this limo is beat up: hanging headliner, bad seats, scratched window tint. What a comfortable ride though, and the whole posse for $30.

The restaurant that we usually have to ourselves was full of strangers. Damn not so much fun. Still we hung out ‘til dawn. I made my rounds with the parting smooches and had a delightful walk home at sunrise with my protective boots.

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Mass Fallibility

January 2001

Judges are making outrageous rulings and people question them. Making the courts fallible. Unreliable.

The president is fake. Most people disregard him.

The overly wealthy or powerful go unpunished for crimes.

We are practicing for complete anesthetization

or headed for rebellion,

or slow disaster.

Leafy Golden Shower

To Your Health

Everybody needs orgasm. There should be more orgasm. It is not about adultery or underage sex or other taboos. Though kids should be having orgasms. Everybody needs orgasm. Many people have regular orgasms; many do not.

Unfortunately with repetition comes boredom and increased tolerance. So technique variety should be developed to keep on a satisfactory course of never ending pleasure.

Giving away orgasm is good.

Orangaculation

Old People

Out one afternoon

An engineer friend of mine wanted to end our bicycle ride at a bar. Into the nearby Alcohol Abuse Center we had beers. There was a pool table, my man want to play and

Picked up a dollar of tip money asking the bartender for quarters for pool. The ‘tender yelled back “Pool is Free” huagh? Responded the engineer. “Pool is Free” huh? …I had to tell him it was free. Checking the table he asked the drinking partner “… …. … something something …. …. … . . .mmmmm I wonder how long the old man has been playing”… “I hate old people” he says with a grin. He asks the bartender about the old man “he always there, never loses” … “well get ready we are going to beat the old man,

I hate old people” he says with a grin and charm

Bartender laughs out loud

I think he is kind of telling the truth

Tall Skinny seventy something year old wrinkly dude with a farmer cap. A bit fidgety. He played very well in his light colored slacks and open toe shoes

Occasionally missed

Tended to poke all of his balls to one corner

Didn’t lose

In his comfortable shoes

The Secret Interior Gloom

Hair

Most animals have a consistent fur. Few on the planet grow hair longer in one area of their body than another. Lions, horses, goats, elephants, humans, squirrels and more. Humans are the only ones trimming their fur.

Many New World tribes grow their hair throughout their lives. Longer is a sign of status; to cut it is analogous to castration. Many other groups respect long hair as showing wisdom and commitment to a cause.

Everyone who grows their hair to the maximum knows the philosophy being the naturality.

Women have the option, in this era , to wear their hair any way possible. Many do not appreciate the gravity of the accomplishment.

Some mammals are relatively hairless. Pigs, whales, humans, hippos, Chihuahuas, and more. There are many theories for this strangeness, but none conclusive and scientifically accepted.

Pleasantly Breezy

Chemicals like to organize.

Water molecules attract each other and flow together. Rivers form. It is not a dispersed sheet of water over the land. Even as a gas, the mass of more dispersed molecules stays together in clouds large and small. Water molecules stick together and flow even in solid glaciers. The extreme state of temperature and the extreme amount of mass.

The physical and electrical shape of water molecules lead them to become a nearly universal solvent. The electricity in its V shape separates certain types of molecules from others.

I think this V organization of the 2 hydrogens and 1 oxygen is the cause for the shape of snowflakes.

Beyond water:

Most molecules only react or combine with specific molecules. There are many things that don’t form chemically; the other things are inevitable.

Friendly Showerhead

Shapes of Actions

The shapes of river deltas resemble the shapes of plotted actions of many human endeavors. Traffic for example. The cars flow together for faster traverse. Then trickle apart as the outflow slows nearer to a destination. Also paths worn by human and non-human animals. Check out the natural flow through the grass which develops on a college campus. And all of these particles are somewhat consciously directed. Water molecules or blood flow are probably not conscious.

The shape of a river – small and dispersed lines converging to a larger mass; then diffusing near the end of its cycle – is a common natural shape, reflected in tree roots, trunk, then branches, vascular systems, lightning and fulgurites, …

Changes Through Growth

06/08/2001 Message Before Sailing

Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

jv says:
yo
jv says:
last night was way crazy
B says:
Yo Baby
B says:
what?
jv says:
Drew and I were bikin' all over with bitches and booze
B says:
YE-haw
jv says:
and boozy bitches
B says:
I love it
B says:
drew is loose!
jv says:
So we then took out your motorcycle for a spin
jv says:
ya know, to show off to the chicks
B says:
how'd it go?
jv says:
Drew was doing wheelies with that Yamaha
B says:
I often get a hand job while on the road
jv says:
then he skidded and rolled the thing
jv says:
got up and then a taxi drove right over the bike
B says:
damn
jv says:
WOW that was crazy
jv says:

B says:
do I know any of these boozy bitches?
jv says:
your not concerned about your motobike
jv says:
?
B says:
I know better
B says:
Did you guys play with it?
jv says:

jv says:
nah
jv says:
are you gonna speak with this guy
jv says:
no
B says:
what else?
jv says:
I would like more assurance and confirmation that he will be there at 5:45 pm (tolerance of 15 minutes)
jv says:
ha
B says:
um
jv says:
this punk ass beeeeaaach may not show up
jv says:
when did he last write to you?
B says:
yesterday 5:34
B says:
he wants it, he spent $100 already
jv says:
ok
B says:
Try to give him 30 min, I don't know
B says:
Sounds straight. So OK I gotta go sailing now.
B says:
Beautiful day here on the big lake
jv says:
SAILING?????!
jv says:
punk
B says:
la-la
B says:
I need some sun anyway
jv says:
I gonna get me some hoes with this 1600
jv says:
thanks
B says:
better be good ones
B says:
Thanks brother. Gotta go, my guys are here


















Encapsulation

Accept the Branches

Accept the Branches

The loud red drive to Massimo's exhibition

March 2001

I offer to drive gallerists Peter and Mari over the river to giant art venue P.S.1; they invite Edward the restauranteur. We meet at his restaurant Clay on Mott street. Some guys on the street offer to buy my super cool small red cargo van.

Pleasant view filled drive over the East River with the subwoofer. Spectacular group show, great venue, nice party. Massimo the Italian had installed a pool in the ground with a wave-making device. It had a consistent wave sloshing back and forth. Quite beautiful. We were hanging around outside talking and I offered him some tobacco. He says “ah MS, these are good”. He remembered the evening at Forbidden City. I was glad to complete that circle.

Cubist View

Excessive Ultraviolet Light

FACT: now, the ozone layer is thinner than before.

Living everyday under the influence of excessive ultraviolet light. How will it change the way we live? Animals and plants.

The new light style is evident all around us. The whiter, bluer light with sharper shadows. Dangerous looking even on cloudy days. Makes people squint.

The new spectrum shift is documented in television pictures and photographs.

In victorian times, a sun tan was a bad mark, meaning that you labor out in the sun.

Later in this century, a sun tan meant that you were active with leisure time outdoors.

Now, a tan signifies a hedonistic thrill seeker flirting with cancerous radiation.

The Sensation of Butterflies

Building a tolerance

TV clips of live boot camp

Mind numbing violence for the viewer

Building a tolerance

Not physically numbing violence

Very attractive for some people

Radiation Burns of the Future

Plants need dirt. Dirt was created by plants.

Soon after the Earth coagulated, cooling enough to allow liquid water, lifeforms developed. The early junk evolving in the water died from time to time and their bodies washed up on to the sterile land at the waters edge. Bathtub ring.

That stuff mixes well with mineral shavings whittled off the rocks by earthquakes, flowing water, etc. This mixed crap accumulated for centuries and centuries.

An organism eventually evolved to take nutrition from this stuff. There was enough organic matter for a stationary creature to progress. Some of these organisms took advantage of the clearer light energy from the nearby star and evolved into plants. Later, non stationary organisms came out of the water. They left behind similar material to the original matter that mixed so well with mineral shavings. Plants grew their bodies with energy from the sun and reorganization of the available chemicals, then left those enlarged bodies on the surface. Animals added some also. More and more accumulated. Higher and higher, deeper and deeper. Some of it very very deep today. Some places still thin.

What are the macro ramifications of dirt creation? Changing chemical mixup of the gaseous and liquid layers. Probably a back and forth exchange among chemicals rather than a direct route to one chemical state. Consistent planet diameter over time (disregarding slight build up of space dust and chunks), or a fluffing-up of the planet diameter?

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Being a Hedonist

Being a hedonist frees me to indulge in many things. Yet jewelry and religion are still too decadent for me.

Guide for Statue Making 1

Massimo on Tour

Forbidden City is where I went to meet them. Johnny V the architect and a new girl he met last night, she was originally from Miami. Peter the gallerist was navigating NY for the artist Massimo from Italy. Also a local couple, he Brit she New Yorker. We drank sake from square glasses. I ordered shark fin dumplings for the decadence. During conversation I mentioned that I like blasphemy. I soon proved this by dissing the oceans saying they are the toilet of the planet; everything running off the land into the ocean. Comparing the Great Lakes, which are exalted, held above. The woman of the couple got mad. We talked about art. Massimo gave me some of his Italian cigarettes. We talked about cigarettes and Italy. When he left, he said it was good to see my face and he kissed my cheeks. Later, the woman started putting down Miami. She was trying to make the point that it was not multicultural. I explained that it was, and told of the variety of Islanders and Europeans and South Americans. The argument got ridiculous, she didn’t know, and she was trying to argue her opinion anyway. I made my points and let the conflict die. She was trying to retaliate for my dissing of the ocean. Small.

I wanted to see a band at Arlene grocery, Peter wanted to see a movie, the couple left, and Johnny with girl wanted to see music too. Massimo had left behind his Italian MS cigarettes. I got them.

March 2001

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Space Capsule

Adding to the madness of the cramped area, the noise and smells; all of the water faucets are wired backwards. The opposite of everywhere else, with some faucets labeled correctly, most not. Being confused and rethinking my hand instincts is erasing a part of my hard wired brain system. Making me think about something I never thought of. Is this brain exercise or brain damage.

Sculpture transportation. Serra. Cold day spring 2007

Dancing Assistance

Jane,
I have seen how professional drummers use a ”click track” of the rhythm to play to. I was wondering if this technique could help with synchronized dance moves. I am sure it would.

For keeping track of the rhythm, a bass thump is pretty wide and there could be some indecision as to where the exact middle is, causing dancing people to loose accuracy. A click track that the audience would not notice would help the dancers’ accuracy, freeing mental processing for other tasks.

Sincerely