I finally started reading Luc Sante’s Low Life tonight (it had been sitting on my shelf for a couple of months) and am really into it. It’s sort of a history of underground New York from 1840 to 1919. I want to take the day off from work tomorrow just to stay home and read, though I probably won’t. My mind is racing trying to figure out a way to fit in at least a quick trip back to NYC this spring. Just tonight I’m thinking about adding on to April’s travels by taking the bus up from Athens after the ACME festival, then flying home from JFK, instead of the more reasonable Atlanta or Jacksonville. Maybe that’s stretching myself a bit thin - but damn - there’s just so much I want to do, it’s painful to make a decision about what to do.

Also picked up a thin book about Max Beckman and a thicker one about the Mexican mularists, Orozco, Rivera and Siqueiros - wanting to know more as they kept coming up in the biography I read a couple weeks back on Philip Guston. In 2004, I want to read more art history books. I want to read more about contemporary art, and look at more contemporary art. I want to look at more photography.

Four CDs I’ve enjoyed hearing for the first time in the last week...
Benjamin Biolay Négatif
Günter Müller Eight Landscapes
Toby Twining Chrysalid Requiem
Ami Yoshida Spiritual Voice
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