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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