130pp
over the past few days i put everything on this site into a word doc so i could show it to someone in (offline) publishing; no expectations of what could happen, but it was a good exercise as i looked back on what i've been putting in here. i don't write half as much as most other people blogging and journaling and writing, but i still managed to fill 130 pages. i have one paper journal that i filled cover to cover, and half a dozen incomplete ones. it's always painful to go back and read entries (i used to feel that way? about that?)—like seeing that i once considered lauryn hill to be an influence. you try to keep yourself from changing things to make yourself look better to yourself.
sarah sze, who i wrote about a few days ago, had a front page in today's arts section. she was my age when she was "discovered." should i bother having ambitions? is it better to be humble and shocked at the recognition that you might end up getting? or should i drop my first name, start using my hyper-hawaiian middle name and run amok in a studio in some brooklyn neighborhood that gets covered in time out three months later?
a beautiful quote from sam phillips in salon: "i have always objected to the easy answers."
posted June 12, 2002 in art, delivery, print