Six Generations of First Born Women

That was the title of the really bad movie RG and I watched last night, but in spite of that it was interesting because it was Picasso. The film was shot in a unique way through a transparent canvas, showing the paintings in the act of being created. It reminded me of Jon Nagy's "Learn To Draw"... Sign in to see full entry.

I met a new man today. The first time in awhile that I've had such an immediate connection with someone. He was a New Yorker, or rather, former New Yorker. A medium sized man, well trimmed beard, extremely well dressed, impeccable. He approached me on the platform at Ashmont Station to ask if I knew... Sign in to see full entry.

In my absence, my house has been turn around, focused on the care and keeping of Teresa, Cedrick and Kalypso. Mattresses in the downstairs front room, my room has been shifted, shoved, pushed and rearranged. In former times this would have been an intolerable situation for me. Now it's different.... Sign in to see full entry.

First a week disappeared, then a month gone, yet more experience than some people have in a lifetime. This morning, the first time in a month, more than a month, when I have not felt the pressure to be up, doing something, going somewhere. Last night RG and I went to a non-descript opening in... Sign in to see full entry.

Sitting in the airport in Amsterdam, Erika beside me, waiting for Lufthansa flight #23 to Frankfurt. Wollé drove us to the airport. We stayed in his room the whole time we were there. I was so filled with uncertainty, conflicted, and pressed for time so I couldn't write. It was very different than... Sign in to see full entry.