tuesday


well, I guess I can say absolutely anything, because nobody is looking at this thing. I can barely find it myself.

So, I watched Idol tonight. Everytime I do I wish I could meet Simon Cowell. I would like him to wink at me, to say frus TRA ting, to say “off you go”, and then to sleep with him, and then afterwards he can say “off you go”, again. And wink, again.

Meanwhile, I sent off e-mails to folks I haven’t heard from in a while just to generate some kind of action for myself. I never know what to say though. I don’t want to come off sounding desperate. Especially with my gallery guy J. I want to know him better and have him know me better but I always write just a little to him. I sent him a new image, which he seemed to like and we had a small e-mail exchange. But I want more. I want to plumb depths.

Oh well.


How do people do this? How will anyone know that I am here and who will read this?

I am just home from work and now will mow my lawn. After I mow the lawn I feel I’ll deserve a reward, but the only reward I can give to myself is a tall glass of wine. That doesn’t seem like enough, but it’ll have to do.

Yesterday I finished reading (well, listening, it was an audio book) Disgrace, by J.M.Coetze. I feel I deserve a reward for that as well. It’s a lofty book. It’s not like Danielle Steele or Nicholas Sparks or Dan Brown. It’s the sort of book that might be discussed by people who write for the New Yorker.

I’m not sure I understood the ending, but all in all I found it readable and if it weren’t so incredibly sad, it would be enjoyable.