all shall be well all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well julian of norwich

Saturday, March 26, 2005

25 pages of outlines and notes for the book, I can mail it to anyone who wants to read it—d, ray, colleen—its on its way. Tep/Andrew/sinkah if you are reading this, I would really like you to read it.

also a foto proposal for work featuring ray, which martin thot was rather ordinary and rather pretentious—but does quote leslie fielder, the shangri las, etc. I did notes for it a while back, and i was hoping to show it to Rachel wrt her sort of offer to make an artists book that art metropole might take on commission (also thinking a collection of fotos of letters, and a collection of flowers, common and ugly flowers)

watched alfie—and it had this really isolating, silent, difficult and complicated (emotionally raw) abortion scene—its an adult movie in the oldest sense of the word, with drinking and fucking, but also with the consequences that occur in relationships, the abortion the most obv.---but broken hearts and broken children, an d hangovers---it’s a dark movie, w. a false glibness, it reminded me for all the world of eyes wide shut—shot gorgeously, but the emotions were literally broadcast via billboards—im still digesting it--they didnt use the word abortion either.

(got sky captain and young adam too—i love my emac, i can watch dvds and have 6 windows open and t he speakers play music, someone email me on how to work slsk, that would be super awesome.)

jeff bowes & i had an hour conversation about mom, about putting her in a home, about my anger for the church, about aj, about everything lately—he has a stoic no nonsense frankness, and it was helpful---talked to mom afterwards and i think that might actually happen, the list---but its like me not asking for help until the most absoulate limit.

he also gave me a priesthood blessing, put my hands on my head, said the right words, a weird combo of the pseudo olde/kjv english of the BoM, and the beurcratic effiency of modern health care. w. some sort of company man dow chemical thing split---it was useful, though—any port in a storm, no consercreated oil, and there was some drama with one of the families, so i had to leave the room for a while.

worried about too much time w. drew, too much gravitas. must work on that.

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