i was with marina rosenfeld watching zane, ches smith and miya osaki's son. i put him in a shower. he started pooping and then threw up milk a little. we closed the shower door. all of a sudden the outside of the shower door looked different. we opened it and he was gone. we looked everywhere but couldn't find him. we thought about how the outside of the door changed so quickly, and realized, that some duration of time must have been erased by our memory, and so in that time zane had been abducted by most likely aliens, or someone else with the means of erasing memory.

i feel maryanne amacher was there too, because i saw someone and i thought: oh you are still here, you didn't go anywhere, we were just confused. something like that.

i also slightly remember a room that resembles the bathroom at the house I grew up in in el segundo.

this was from a few weeks ago. i was with corrine fitzpatrick and someone else. the other person could have been joanne cheung or carmelle safdie. it could have even been ed steck. it was one other person - but there was another person who was not there. I think that was carmelle who was not there. we were let into a hotel room because we pretended we were intersted in renting it for the night. we just wanted to get in to eat our dinner. the guy left us there as we "decided" if we were going to take it. we started to eat our take-out food. the guy came back and we told him we weren't going to take it, but it was obvious we were going to sit there for a little bit and eat our food. he was upset and told security to get us out. security was two black guys with crazy haircuts. they came to the room to tell us to leave. but, the room we were in also happened to be a room that the security guys used for a side-business - it was the showroom for the shampoo they were selling. they tried to sell us some shampoo. the reason why i didn't want it was because i was on bike and was wearing a helmut. the helmut was somewhere else in the room. at one point it was questionable if it was there. it was. my bike was also somewhere else, not in the immediate environment. somewhere else locked up.

Paul Branca was there. We went to catch a flight from JFK Airport. We took a bus out there. Where we waited for the shuttle it was a twilight sky. The blue was intense. You could see lots of stars in the sky. There was a horizon of city buildings, but the stars were still visible. I told him he should paint the scene. We got on the bus. We were very late. When we got to the terminal the bus driver ran out with us so that we wouldn't miss our flights. Paul ran upstairs. I ran downstairs through a bar before going upstairs. The bar was filled with the middle-of-America type. Real looking people who usually populate dive bars. The door-guy looked at me and I told him I didn't have time to show him my ID, but I was just running right through to the other side to go upstairs to the departing terminal. He said that he was getting off right now, so it didn't matter to him. I ran through and then up the stairs. Paul was getting on his flight. It was September 9th or 10th. I was flying home for Thanksgiving. I was taking my time and then realized that I would miss my fight + that my mom and booked me a flight that was one month too early. I don't think she realized I was about to fly back home at that moment. I went to the gate and the flight was gone. The next flight was to Vancouver. I thought I could go and see Colleen Brown if I was able to get on the flight. I can't remember the name of the airlines, but I remember looking at the name. I called my mom and her boyfriend, Paul answered. I waited for her to talk to me, I could here them talking, as if she wanted to finish her conversation before picking up the phone. I hung up. I tried to make a deal, I can't remember for what. A snake came out of my pocket. It was my sister's snake from San Pedro from years ago. A small pinkish snake. The employees told me I wouldn't be able to take it on the plane. One of the ladys was being an ass to me by now. I was looking at the snake on the carpet and I realized I hadn't fed it in months. I tried to give it some cucumber.

There was other stuff happening, and I left to this place, leaving where I was.

I think I entered through gates.

I think I was in the Swiss Alps.

A man came to me.

It was John Berger.

He said, you were the person who... I can't remember what he said. I think it was referring to a photograph I mailed him, or something like that. I don't know.

I think I remember there was amazing light. I think there might have been green. Fields of grass, mountains, the sky.

He put his hand into a small bush and a baby woodpecker jumped on his hand. It was red. He put it up to me and it jumped on him hand. He walked back over to the benches where he was sitting. I think David Levi Strauss was sitting there with his head down on the table.

Sena Basoz and i think Fern Silva. Later in it, I left some place, I was walking away, pushing something. Maybe a box on wheels. Maybe a suitcase. Maybe a wheel chair or a shopping cart. They were following me. I knew they were following me, but pretended I didn't know. I think I went through chinese or indian food stands. I don't know. I don't remember what happened before.

Kris Latocha was in a show in New York in a museum. It was artists from London. He doesn't make art, and I was like, "oh, he's got connections, he can be in an art show in NY about London even though he doesn't make art." Paul Branca and Stephen Westfall were also in shows there. But it was a different show. They were in a show together. I remember lots of people.

The other night:

I was with a girl who was somewhat related to the Bush's. Maybe to Barbara Bush. She was young and good looking and fun. At one point we were laying on the ground, and we ended up kissing. I didn't realize it until later, but we were outside of Julianne Lee's window. I remember the girl banged on Julianne's window in the morning. I don't know why. There were other people with us. In the morning I saw Julianne and her father. Julianne was dressed like a monk - presumably some kind of Korean Buddhism. She was holding padded sticks that you hit small gongs with. When she saw me she looked down and ran into her room. She didn't say anything. I followed her, but I don't remember what happened.

sena basoz was there. we were sitting next to each other. at one point she went up and walked away. i can't remember where we were, but something strange was going on. like the place was a temporary place. was i staying in a basement? was i walking down the side of a road, and something about a bicycle or a car? I don't know. I had to call Michelle Blade. The date for my walk in San Francisco got messed up. I had to buy my ticket, and I didn't know which one to buy. There was a, I think French airlines, that had $1 tickets from LAX to Oakland. It costed more to get to SFO b/c you had to change planes in Oakland. But I saw that, and so decided to buy a ticket to just Oakland. But then I couldn't figure out the right date. Someone's calendar was wrong. I was going to call Triple Base gallery, but it didn't happen. Maybe Lukas Geronimus was there. Maybe Sena left to go hang out with samita sinha.