Appalachian Trail

A.T.

O Happy Day!

Google maps now has a "bike there" option. Already, it is telling me to avoid the Atlantic Ave./Flatbush Ave. intersection on my way to the Manhattan Bridge by cutting over early on Bergen St. and going up Jay St. Okay, duuuuuuh, why didn't I think of this before? Thank you google machine. Though I'm not sure the detour to FDR Drive is really necessary when I can just go up Chrystie St./2nd Ave. all the way to my destination. Still, good to know it cares about my vistas as well as my safety. Excited!

(um, if only they would fix the route-dragging function...it feels like trying to scratch your head with ski gloves on.)

P-p-p-places

Eye&brain vacation after last few weeks' grant-writing inferno. FINALLY!

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Also, some notes:

1. I hate you, Lars von Trier. You, in turn, seem to hate the world and everybody in it and like to make movies about this. I wish you would stop. Or rather, I wish I would stop getting tricked into watching them, because they make me want to step out in front of a train.

2. Walter de Maria's Hardcore (1969) plays every half-hour at the PS1.

It is a film consisting of many slow 360 degree pans of the camera in various spots in the Nevada desert. Occasionally, these are interspliced with bits showing cowboys shooting guns. The soundtrack is a loud wind noise which is actually the ocean. It is so good. I sat and watched it for a half an hour today and experienced some extreme emotions, including some kind of hallucination that should probably not be recounted in this space. (It was not about being encased in wax, though, if you're wondering.)

3. The Archives of American Art post oral history transcripts online.

PC: What about Dick Bellamy who you've mentioned a few times here? Have you known him well; have you been involved with him on any projects?

WDM: Yes, Bellamy has been my unofficial dealer in between every falling out with other dealers I've had. He's been my dealer at least three or four times, and he is my dealer now in New York since the Dwan Gallery closed. He is my New York dealer but nobody knows it. It works because of the peculiar nature of Bellamy and in fact I'm doing a conceptual piece in a book right now, of six photos of my six dealers. And you'll be able to buy this book, or I'll send you a copy, I hope they give me some, in about a week. It's published by Praeger and it's called . . . it has a terrible title, it's called The New Avant Garde. I mean they couldn't have thought of a worse title.

PC: Whose idea was that?

WDM: It was Praeger's, I think.

PC: What editor?

WDM: The editor is Daniel Bell.

PC: David Bell.

WDM: David Bell and it was coordinated by a guy named Alferi that published Metro magazine in Italy. He's supposed to be difficult to work with and the photographer had terrific problems with him, finally ended up punching him out in Venice this summer [...]

4. It's time again for carrot soup, among other things.