I will say I don’t think I could’ve succeeded if I’d had to conduct business this way. Talking on the phone is one of my least favorite things to do (I feel easily trapped), so having to perform for a machine may be a step up, but I’d still rather meet someone in person or correspond via email. No one leaves voicemail anymore, anyway. That’s why this is such an analog time capsule. An artist friend recently played me excerpts from answering machine tapes he’d kept from the early 90s when he was w/his now quite famous ex, with whom he made notable work with as well. They led a very glammy queer downtown drug-fueled life, riding a tide as swell, I’d bet, for their time, as Moorman’s must have been in hers, albeit shorter. I remember thinking how Warhol it all was in a post-Aids way. Anyway, I really hope he makes art out of them as was the plan.

Not feeling so great, so that’s it here, though a couple pics of the mama and baby kitty kats from my backyard, who I mentioned, I think, before. I finally got some close-ups during a feeding. And only because I’m at eye level and they’re starving would they come that near, trust me. Mama’s eyes read pretty feral, I think. Today, in frigid weather they lay huddled in a clump of long dead grass smack in the middle of the yard. I got a shelter tonite for them. From one of cat colonies I help out w/ (thank god for that contact, but good breeds good) so that’s out now with a line of catnip leading in:) Hope Mama figures it out. She’s a good mother and often lets her baby eat first. I have ‘cuter” pics but its best to remember these are creatures fending for themselves not images to make us feel warm and fuzzy. We can help them survive or not. Same with homeless people we pass by in the winter. Its really tough out there. Please give.

Ok thats the end of the PSA:) For countermeasure, listen to the latest Keiser Report. Its about the upswing in the art market as shamed bankers look to hide more money with greater insurance. Good for the auction houses, and mega-collectors, bad for everyone else. That’s my layperson’s take. I’d be very curious to see follow that money trail into the museum boardroom. Oh and to remind everyone that humans only THINK they’re smarter than animals, here’s a fox in the Dakotas tracking his prey. The baroque explanation proves only that opposable thumbs, giant brains, and a fetish for tools apparently allows a species to analyze and annihilate whatever it wants. GO FOX GO!

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