---------------------------------------------- my friend and i caught a train to DIA beacon earlier this month, the top photo is of her taking a nap inside of a richard serra sculpture there. i took a photo of my face on saturday after i crashed by bicycle into a tree, i got 14 stitches from a hospital in the ghetto where i had my film camera and lenses stolen from me at knife when i was walking past it in the summer. i thought that the cab driver randomly taking me to that hospital was a sign that my skull was fractured or that i was going to receive mediocre treatment. i ended up having nothing on my face broken and the doctor who stitched me up was an ace face stitcher. he cut off the middle part of my eyebrow and said it probably won't grow back, i am anxious to see what i look like once the swelling goes down.

the couple reading together are christian and emily, i used to be their room mate.

I like this photo of jake taking a nap below that painting, i miss jake.

I have been working 50 hours a week for the last 4 months, it feels good to be a worker. sometimes i like to pretend that i am a serf. i haven't been taking very many photos since moving here. i think about photos i would like to take sometimes, other times when i see something i could take a photo of i stare at it and take it in that way. when i worked at the knitting factory i made a lot of text drawings sitting by the door when i wasn't ripping tickets. i got two of them into a text based show at a place called the brooklyn arts council, the exhibition opens in february stays up for 5 months. (i think that only crazy people write in all caps, the software MT that this is updated with turns lower case into capital and i don't know how to turn that off)