1. Go into your LJ’s archives.
2. Find your 23rd post
3. Find the fifth sentence
4. Post the text of the sentence in your LJ along with these instructions

I listened to my neighbor’s play by play and rolled over and went back to sleep and when I got up, Eye Five had a new gallery attendant (musician/poet Michael Child) and I wasn’t asking questions.

Wow, that was a weird incident. Read the whole entry here.

This brings up a notion: Was a particular moment in time incandescentally vital or was it the first time people were experiencing it, and therefore vital only inasmuch as it was a new neurological lesson to be mentally digested. The neurology theorem, best postulated here by the scorebard, would go a long way in neutralizing the impact of so much allegedly innovative art.

Umm, it was so fucking hot in Los Angeles today that it was like being in the middle of the desert without any respite. i know - that ’s every day here, but there was no illusion about while the sun was out.

Went to Olvera Street for lunch with the artist from Vegas - Mark Brandvik - and Naomi, the owner of the Dust Gallery. I was the L.A. tour guide. Stopped by a very cool Chinatown giftish shop called, appropriately, Forget About It Jake on Spring Street and Naomi bought a tre trendy dress the for the opening night of her gallery’s new Main Street location (Friday June 4). So that is close enough to my Taurus girlfriend’s birthday that, well, uh, shhhhh, (whisper): its a secret but I think I will take the girlfriend to sin city for her burfday.

Back at the Brewery, I helped Michael Salerno carry a painting from his show at the ground floor i-5 Gallery across the property to his 4th story loft. Reaction to the new issue has been generally positive. Last night we watched a Woody Allen movie. It was pretty good, it starred Cristina Ricci as a high-maintenance girlfriend. It made me appreciate my gal even more!

On Saturday, my girlfriend and I drove form Downtown Los Angeles to Huntingotn Beach to see the Lisa Adams solo show at The Office. Traffic was not too bad, we got down there very quickly. The gallery was closed up, door locked, not a car around. we were int eh middle of an abandoned industrial park across the streeet from Boeing’s Southern California headquarters with our faces pressed against the tinted windows. So we did manage to see the entire show - but it was like doing so with sunglasses on.

then we drove down a mile and found a little thai Foodplace - it was the best thai food I have ever had, perfect, lite, not greasy, with distinct tastes that came from separate pans with different ingredients.

We then drove over to Roy Thurston’s opening at L.A. Harbor College. Ron Linden is the director there, the show was fantastic.. After seeing the Minimalism show at MOCA, it was nice to see some subtle art that was presented as art rather than “historical product.” Roy Thurston is a genius in a filed of art that has too many damn pretenders and pompous emptiness. There I said and i stand by it.

Extreme Macintosh problems - laptop is frozen and I lost about 45 of 90 pics i was downloading. Got very angry, but then just dropped it. I am getting too old for rage. Cleaning lady came today for the first time in a month. Then I forgot to go to my bank before it closed and I couldn’t pay her. She wwas cool about it, Oh, just pay me next week, I was like WHEW. Hired a new distributor and the magazine is being taken around L.A., I will ship nationally Monday or Tuesday, so email me your address if you want to be ont eh list - box of 20 copies to your art(y) establishment to be set out for public consumption.

This weekend has vegetation written all over it, save the Roy Thurston opening Saturday night at L.A. Harbor College 4-6 p.m.

New issue is out, I went by the printers and picked up a bundle tonight after seeing Kill Bill 2, which I was surprised to find was not as good as #1, every plot and poor dialogue driven. Still a very good film, bot nowhere near as sumptiously visual as the first.

The new issue, our twelfth anniversary, looked fine. My girlfriend said it had a more underground appearance than recent issues, something I love to hear. Thomas Kinkade never looked so Stalinesque as he does on the cover. Yep, it is a Thomas Kinkade feature in the old KoWAGgie.

So there i was, pasting up the magazine. Glue stick, exacto knife, piles of paper, pens, sorting, marking page numbers, placing ads where they have been paid to be placed, just busy.

Now, every issue, my marketing director accrues advertising credit to use to promote his own stuff. So what does he do this issue? In an obvious retort to this previous post of mine, he has a quarter page advertisement that says “Make a Difference, Vote for John Kerry”.
It was funny, becasue he got one over on me. I’m not pro or anti any candidate so I really do not mind running the ad, it is just that I am very anti anyone getting one over on me and now he really has. What can I do to get back at him? Hmmm, perhaps post his picture from the mid-1970s? Or is that retro thing going to actually benefit him?

Went to a memorial for the late Tamara Thomas, perhaps the most influential art consultant in America. There was a serious art power mob there to honor her. One attendee expressed shock that i was attending. The implication was that iw as not among the elite, but that reflected a dim view of Tamara Thomas, a view that assumed she only cared about people of one strata and taste, a view that denies her a dynamic range of associations. Typical of the art world to think so small.

Today was the funeral for Robert Peluce. A few of us drove up together, it was eerie enough with six people walking through the parking lot here, all dressed in black, like pallbearers in search of a casket.

During the mass a little girl let a red baloon slip out of her hand by accident and it floated up to the church ceiling, past all of the paintings and icons, up up to the rafters, while the son read fron Genesis and the people wept.

It was just like a Robert Peluce painting, really. It was perfect.