Paper Tiger
Chelsea is doing research on Piero Heliczer’s films. This is very exciting, I think.
Our friend Mike had a great idea for a column—people write about how they conduct research. Such a column could be really helpful to me right now—I feel like I need some hints on how to get started, how to trust your intuition, how to articulate and then pin down the real problem.
The last night of summer!
We tried really hard to make the new couch comfy. It’s not. But it looks pretty okay.
“I think one of the things that people tend to look too much for in art is meaning. And they tend to project a meaning much faster thant I would like them to. If I was a dictator, an art dictator, I would tie them up and say, ‘Here, look at this. And look at it again and look at it again.’ And then I might beat them up.”
— Vija Clemins
Painting and photography hand in hand. A Nadar illustration from 1859.
Started possible dissertation research this morning. My face looks more like the palette of paint—unsure about this pairing.
“He made such a show of himself, which is so antithetical to New England”
Chelsea directed me to another amazing fakery story. Unlike Frédéric Bourdin, “Clark Rockefeller” worked toward status and money. He was like the Great Gatsby of fakes.
It is amazing what people will believe! After all, Scottie fell in love with Madeleine even when he believed she was possessed by Carlotta.
I seemed to have misplaced my camera so photo booth will have to do for now. Anyway! I just now made up this salad. Tara is coming over for dinner and I’m cooking up this. I hadn’t planned on making a salad but I had this mango and cucumber that were just on the brink of going bad. I sliced them up and added basil, mint, hatch chili. and red onion. For a little dressing, I whisked together thai fish sauce, brown sugar, lime, and red chili flakes.
I wonder if I was a full-time cookbook writer if I would fantasize about being an art historian?
I like how it looks like the two cucumber slices are having a conversation away from the rest of the group.
Hot hot heat
I was driving home from the gallery (the show closes today!) and, to my sheer delight I saw the Gas Company truck outside. I parked and ran up to the apartment, twisted on the water (still cold), and ran frantically out to the truck—where’s my hot water? My entire plans for this Saturday night, after all, consisted of taking a hot shower (it’s been a week). For the first time in my life, I couldn’t wait to shave my legs.The maintenance woman in the truck, Sid (“my name is Sidney but everyone calls me Sid”) informed me that there was a leak and I’d have to call my landlord to have someone fix it. Either it was the super hot day, or the new smell I’d acquired from taking cold showers, or just the total disappointment of it all—but I flipped out. It was one of those flip outs when you split and a part of you leaves your body and watches the other part of you totally lose it. I begged Sid to stay and fix it, do anything, but just not to leave. I was on the brink of tears.
Well, this story has a happy ending. Sid turned out to be amazing—upset and frustrated at first (“No one says I have bad customer service!”) she ambled back up to my apartment to fix the leak. I tried to smooth things over, stupidly telling her all the great things that would come back to her for this small act of kindness. In the end, we warmed to each other and she explained a great amount of energy saving tips, we even hugged good-bye (“Now you enjoy that shower!” she said.)
I’m calling the gas company right now to tell them what asset Sid is to their team.
Also I’m going to take a shower (!!)