8:39 AM - Bigmouth Coffee Roasters
... rainy, cool, spring, dogwood blossoms... a woman with cloth grocery bag sets it down and it tumbles off the bench onto the floor, bottle with liquid breaking, frizzy wild hair, almost Phyllis Diller like... emails about something purchased that don’t seem meant for me, i review our accounts and no evidence the purchase is on one of our cards, hate those kinds of emails... Quinn’s last night, G and D were there, others i know less well, JT and EM, Monday night, jazz, poetry, one set, home to bed, nice talking to G&D, got to know them a bit better, a little awkward at first, but then we found some common ground, like G very much, D too... deaf girl sitting on the side when i walked in, we are now awkward a bit, no waves hello or goodbye... earlier, a man walking around with iPhone on gimbal, we nod good morning to one another, wasn’t sure if the camera was on him or looking out, not sure if i made it into his video... no alcohol last night, even though we were out, in a bar, where that is the thing to do, where i normally would have done, the change in habits continues... thinking about getting back with social media, but trying to do it in an effective way, a way that actually drives traffic to my website, wondering if i have the understanding to do that… PATD discussing the Chicago School, discussing the photographers, discussing the nature of the work that sallied forth, Moholy-Nagy, emanating not about Bahaus formalism, not about Russian Revolution principles, now elevated to art and more useful as art despite its intention to be anti-art, the capitalist art system not about revolution, more about co-opting revolution and folding it into the survival profit paradigm... the tendency of capitalism to co-opt every form of resistance, the thought, last night, that we are the biome for some future intelligence that is a summation of us, is bigger than us, what could that be, how might that be, what will it be, soc, i feel thrown off this morning, i feel done for, i feel hopeless, i feel good, i think i must only be what it is specifically in me to be as an artist...