i was lissening to ‘the infinite mind’ on npr and the announcer was like “we’ve been talking to dick balls author of What Color Is Your Parachute?…” i was like holy shit how can someone name their kid richard/dick balls!??!?!
i looked it up and its spelled “Richard Bolles”. seriously, if i were that guy i’d change my last or first name. its too silly.
i werked out today again.
am plowing thru ‘middlesex’.
am cooking dinner 2nite 4 me and r. i’ll prolly go to chris and rio’s for new years. lardass invited me to a party but its in bed stuy and i dont wanna go out there cuz i’m lazy. but i should cuz i haven’t seen her in a long time and she’s quite the groovey chick. i should swing by and see her at werk in soho. she’s one of the few ppl still doing real art that i went to art skool w/.
i’m looking into whether i might like taking a jewelery class. i ordered a book, will go thru it, see if i get bored. there;s an open house at the jewelery center at the 92nd str Y in jan i’ll go to.
on 1/13, the day i come back from the VIs there’s a cool sail club event that i’ll have to miss. there will b others.
am lookin foward to being on a boat for 7 days and nites!
