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21 October 2006
how silly. the new iMac takes pictures. of course, the subject must be directly in front of the little lens on the monitor. i think it is a little scary. there is also a pinhole where my voice could go in. a little creepy. not to mention gruesome quality. i am not interested in video chat. and i will not use it for selfportraits, thank you. but i will move the computer chair away and make an image of the studio space behind me. now nice and tidy, ready for work. i should have drawn a sewing machine on the empty table. visualization!! those are gobs of cameras hanging on the right. and those are books to whack and destroy in the shelves. and other artStuff. all the fabric things are in the basement packed away. maybe i will finally scan some things this weekend? i should probably put some stuff on that big empty wall? no. the space is small and it will seem claustrophobic, i think.
it has been rainy and gray and cold all day long. i have not been outside. i think this is the first day that the poet and i have stayed in and together since we have known each other? we have not murdered or tortured one another in this small cottage. i have been working on the magazine, laundry, some chores, putting my art space back together, eating and messing around with cemetery photos. i’m afraid i should have sprung for another gig of RAM in this thing. photoshop CRASHED. that has not happened in forever.
i have had so many things in my head all day, but they do not want to come out of my fingertips. i am almost glad about that. i have been reading old stuff, as i archive it, and feel i have been very self-absorbed and noisy for years. it is a little embarrassing. but a pretty good document nonethless. now back to work. i want a movie tonight. we will test this iMac and the remote thingy. Bread and Tulips! finally!