one thing today

  Lynda and I went to the new LBGTQ museum for lack of a better word. It's cool but there's vast room for expansion. I talked to Em (they/them - I thought I almost called her she, Lynda says I did). .. told her I walked these streets for 50 years and I have 14 journals plus to prove it. I think they need to focus on memoirs ... would be willing to help curate. If they would be interested, I'd leave them my gay pride show from '95,  my Keepsakes series and millions of words - 16 sketch books full and a doc that's currently 721 pages.  It'a a plan. We shall c. 

MOMA is one of the few perfect city places. Peerless art, beautiful young Japanese people with beautiful dark Japanese hair and beautiful glabrous Japanese skin and cool clothes.   They have a huge Joan Jonas show - one of the first downtown performance artists - pre Laurie Andersen - which is more than pretty pre. The pooch here is hers. She loves him dearly. Once when Bob M and I went to her loft to tape her for thirteen sometimes in the 80s … three seconds after I entered her place … I accidentally brushed up against a standing blackboard that contained a drawing of her 4 legged mutt lover. Close call.   I walked home thru sundowning Times Square and marveled at the angles and humankind hum buzzing with everything going full blast environment. Later that night, tears came when I recalled opening a store door for a very brave woman in a wheelchair - imagining her trials and the courage required to overcome them and all the people that do the same.

... had some work done.