June 3, 1989
Saturday, 9:35 pm

Thursday was the first heat wave of the year and I waited all day for my air conditioner to be delivered. A bottle of wine helped pass the time until the men came at 4:00 and hooked me up. The night was very pleasant and I woke up without feeling the usual aches and tiredness. It was worth the investment even though I don't have any money now though I should be getting something from Bess Cutler and Simon owes me a lot.

On Friday I took the Silence=Death posters over to Simon who was in the middle of installing Erotophobia. I'd never seen so many penises in one gallery space, it looked like the nude section at Jones Beach on a hot Saturday.

The rest of the day I spent xeroxing so I could work on new pieces and get the one's in progress done. I'm starting to size the xeroxes to the piece so I can control the patterning, especially in the Whitman ones because of all the line breaks in the poetry causing white space. At night I went to the bar, talked to Bill Dobbs who made me promise to go to the anti-Kostabi meeting Sunday at the Center. Also talked to Tom, the writer, and Rick, who was still wearing dark glasses and playing pool.

This morning I woke up feeling terrible because I didn't leave the AC on but I managed to go down to Canal Street to buy red plastic ribbon, the kind they grade trees with, and found some nice pinkish ones though I wish I'd gotten some orange, too. I loaded up on masking tape and hardware as well.

Then I stopped off at Simon's to get a card for the show so I could tell people when the opening was. He and David were just starting to pack up the Sacci work from the previous show and put the Erotophobia work out. Dennis Kardon was there videotaping the paintings.

On the way home I stopped in at Barbara Toll to see my painting and chatted with Tony, Barbara and her dog. She's a skinnier version of Bess Cutler but much nicer. They misspelled my name on the checklist and invite but there was nothing I could do about it. Tony asked about the drawing I had promised and I said I'd look into it. My painting was hung too low, which ruins the effect of the words in gloss on the surface but it's nice to be in a show with Joseph Beuys.

Later I went back to Simon's to help out but ended up sitting and round and eating lunch. Marylin was there with her friend, I think his name was Chris, who also has a piece in the show. She was worried that her pieces were to explicit but I said they were great, that she'd really found an image (blow jobs) that used her technique. She hugged me and I admired her friend who I decided was my type: good looking AND friendly. A cute guy from Cal Arts came in that I think was a student of Marylin's but left because Simon was busy trying to get something out of Bob Beck, who was putting together the peep show booth.

Tim called. He wanted to buy an air conditioner and grilled me about mine. He the type to do his homework before making a purchase while I hate to shop so I buy the first thing I see. He came over to look at it, fretted some more (he'd never heard of the brand Teknika) then left. John is in Montreal with ACT UP all week and that was probably part of his problem.

Should get the "Fountain" done tonight.