Well maybe I am here now making blogs. I don't think i want to be on xanga anymore. That is before, and i feel isolated there in my hide-a-way address - not wanting to be found by pat or others that would tell pat. I broke down today and looked at Pat's blog -- I had heard from Abby and my mom that he had written something obviously directed at me. Uh-yeah... it's ridiculous.

I am in Chelsea now at a commercial art gallery (Wooster Projects). So far there does not seem to be much to do, so I am reverting to old ways of spending work time on a nice computer. It feels relaxed here, and I am working w/ my friend Pete. He says today is relaxed though. There was a nice sized dog here in the morning: Carmen. And there are big windows here, and nice high ceilings w/ skylights. So I feel good. It is a nice space. I spoke w/ some man today briefly about the shitty andy warhol rip-offs that are displayed in the gallery now. Even though it was lame art-talk, it was art-talk, and that is nice anyhow. He talked about Warhol being a genius. I think maybe I may have thought that at one point as well. I would not say genius though now. Good ideas, even tons of them, probably doesn't make you a genius. I think it's something extrordinarily special that does.