100% self-serving

Finally. The girls are back in school! I dropped them off this morning and have done nothing for anyone else but me since. Put the first layer of gesso on ten small wooden panels, drank a soy latte and ate a toasted everything bagel with butter, checked my email, looked at fuckbook, and am now jotting a few words on 20/20. Not a single unselfish act has been performed this morning by me. IT FEELS GREAT. Next, I need one million dollars so I can keep up this whirlwind love affair with being completely self-serving.

Spent the morning with Sun Ra and his Intergalactic Solar Arkestra blasting on the stereo — yes, I still have one of those, complete with a double cassette tape recorder, record player/turntable, CD player, speakers and amplifier. That’s how I roll. I was born in 1967 for chrissake! I will never get over the lust for vinyl. Getting over cassettes has proven quite difficult as well, and I’m not sure it is going to work, especially considering it is pretty much how I dated guys during my youth rather than actually dating them. There’s a whole website and upcoming book dedicated to this mixed tape phenomena if you’re interested in reading some funny stories on the subject… CASSETTE FROM MY EX.

The next painting series, the one I’m using the newly primed wood panels for, is lunar. That’s all I can say at the moment. All hail preschool and the solid hour-and-a-half during which I get to be me, three times a week. Whoever that is or was is apparently still up for discussion.


  1. But at the end of the day, you are still you, Ms. J. Or is it possible that you have changed so much and I have changed so much that we have come to some new totally different place where I still recognize you?

    Cigarettes and vinyl and ‘boyfriends’ are just accessories. Wherever you go, there you are and that’s the god’s-honest truth.

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