January 10, 1986

1:23 pm

There's a new proofreader at work named Craig who has dark red hair and steely blue eyes that land on me. He lives around the corner with two roommates.

T and I are suppose to go to the "Split/Vision" exhibit at Artists' Space tomorrow -- lecture by Robert Mapplethorpe and Laurie Simmons at four. There was a review by Vivien Raynor in the Times and as could be expected it's not very sympathetic. I'm surprised she didn't say anything about faggots trying to make art out of their sexuality and why can't they go back to their dresses and designs?

Not much done this week. Over my cold. Jess pops in and out and is grumpy this morning from overwork. He's going back to Texas next week and I'll get my studio back and organized. Then what?