I seem to be facing the same dilemma as Mike. Do I have what it takes to get up at 8:30 and protest our fucking shithead of a president? I'm so tired right now. Do I have what it takes to remove my own personal bush as a symbol of my resistance? I'd like to think so but then I'd like to be indifferent as well and pretend that I live in my on little world and all these organized fuckers don't matter but thats hard to do when people are sending me pictures of dead babies in Iraq.
I'm sick of these bush pop ups on MY home computer. They invade my space. That ugly white dude, what a symbol. Well, I have almost a whole pack of cigarettes thanks to Soyeon. That should help with getting me out of bed in the morning.

I slept all day and missed the last day of the show at city hall. I'm such an idiot sometimes. Soyeon is the best. She took me out for dinner last night because we were so hungry and I'm so poor right now.
I'll be shipped back to GA pretty soon if I can't find a job for the summer. It's not that I don't love my family it's just that I don't like them that much, except my little niece, Kiah, I missed her the most. She is three years old now and smart as a whip even though her daddy is a jailbird with three nipples. My sister is sending me a carton of smokes in exchange for some baby-sitting in the future.
I was in my first year of college when my sister got pregnant. One time she called me to talk about baby names. I was so bad back then. I worked in the High museum pushing the elevator button to do my part in helping herd the crowd of suburbanites who'd come to see prints by Norman Rockwell up to the third floor. I had to click a counter as each person walked by. Usually during my lunch break I would walk half a block over to my dorm room and get stoned and listen to Mr. Marley and The Wailers, so when I returned to work I would pace in eyes glazed circles singing "Lord, I gotta keep on moving, Lord, I gotta get on down." It helped me with getting my 8 bucks an hour. My supervisor George Boozer, a middle-aged man in a suit, was always hitting on me. I thought he was gross but funny. He was demoted after 9/11 which made me sad because he'd been working there for 40 years when I worked there.
Well, on the day my sister called to talk baby names I was listening to a song titled Kaya. I love that song. It's optimistic. My sister told me she was thinking of naming the baby Kayleen I was like "Hell no, name the baby Kaya" and she did but she changed the spelling, silly lady. I think it's funny I named my niece after herb. Could that be why I love her so much?
I've got 6 dollars to last until Tuesday right now. How am I going to make that work out? If anyone wants to invite me to dinner I will gladly accept. I love eating. My belly proves it.

I got married three times. Swati was my first so she will remain ever special in my heart. Then me and Tony got hitched, then me and stickboy. I enjoyed the unions and will post the photos as soon as the reverend gets me a copy.
I put the Baubo video at an eye level for children so they could go right up to the pipe and watch without their parent looking over there shoulder. It worked. There were a few kids in and out during the opening. I think it's fantastic that I can show kids the goddess of obscenity and belly laughter singing christian children song, Deep and Wide.
All in all the show made me feel a little hollow. It's not the work it's more the process of making and displaying. City Hall is a strange venue. I've been working on this installation for so long, and it's going to be up for three more days but then it's over. I guess what I'm wondering is what's my reward? personal satisfaction stemming from self expression? No, that can't be it because I feel distinctly unsatisfied also I think self expression is so lame.
Jesus, I'm confused. What do I want with this art making bull shit? I've been trying and doing, working and making for so long and what I get in return is conversation and if I'm lucky a pat on the back. I guess I can document this thing and use it in the future when I'm dealing with some kind of art application portfolio trickery.
I don't get why I'm bummed out to be finished. This is supposed to be the happy part where I'm all "Hey everybody, look what I did" " Look Mommy watch me go down the slide!"

All these kids keep makng sound. I wish they would get out of the pro tools room so I could catch a few winks on the couch. We need a student lounge on this fine campus. My looping is over now I've just gotta wait on Carolyn to get here in the morning so I can dump all this equipment I have to borrow into her car.
Fuck not having a car! It's a pain in my ass.
I was up at city hall this evening. I left around 10:15 and walked to the train. It was puoring down rain. I got to south campus around 11 or so and started a quest for a pack of cigarettes. Those fuckers at Tops, they suck so bad. I wish bad things on that bitch who would not sell me cigarettes. Why is it that they can sell every other fucking product at 11 but no cigarettes? Why is it that dumb, asshole, store working bitches have to follow the rules, what a bunch of chicken shit cuntrags. Jesus, I'm getting all pissed off just remembering.
So the nice security guy at Tops tells me where. Jesus, I'm just remember that woman who was such a bitch. I can't stop. I want to hurt her so bad. i want to kick her in the shins...oh wait the best fantasy I had as I was walking through the sleeting rain was to go into the parking lot and slightly damage the front of her car and stick some fabric from my coat onto it. Then after she pulls away I would wait a minute or two and then inflict wounds onto myself some how(I never really figured out how to do this) but after that I would call 911 on my cell phone an be all like " Some person just ran over me, Oh I'm in pain, bllah blah.' So that fucking sheep of a woman who refused to sell me cigarettes would go to jail for a hit and run. that would make me happy.
Back to the story. The Tops shitheads sent me 4 blocks away to a gas station on bailey and it turned out to be closed. I went into a blockbuster and asked where the nearest gas station was but the guy who worked there was a fucking idiot as well. I was about to cry at this point.
I turned around and backtracked 10 blocks and then walked two or three more. I finally arrived at the mobil on Main and the guy who worked there was nice and cute. I told him about the woes of my journey and he felt sympathy for me as he sold my my cigarettes. Then he told me not to worry because it was only 12 and the last shuttle bus for N campus leaves at 12:30.
So here I am at 5:35, barefoot wishing the kids would go home so I could sleep. My shoes and socks are still soaking wet and my shoulders are all achy but at least I'm through with my loops and I have two packs of cigarettes.