very well, random thoughts then

as random as random can get

1. having my first painting-collaboration exhibit by the end of next month. working with some gay painters/writers from cebu in the first (I think) gay exhibit in cebu. I hope it pushes through. The theme's going to be: How did I know--- a look at that first moment when we realize we were different. I'm thinking of doing a series of fragments-phrases and turning it into a visual artifact. It will be my first painting.

2. on my desktop is a picture of Zadie Smith. The beautiful writer of the hottest new book of the week: On Beauty. The last time I tried reading her was maybe two years ago when I gave White Teeth a shot. My slow-mo mind took me only up to the first ten pages: too many voices, too many things happening, all the randomness of the intercultural, urban landscape caught on the page. Made me realize I liked my books small town, slow, and uncomplicated on the surface. Too much surface in many novels. Maybe the novel (like film) IS about surface. My instinct has always made me look for the hidden, the unsaid, the unchanging. No wonder I'd only reach for a novel on a rainy day, or a long week-end, or in the rare possibility that I've finished reading all the nonfiction that's on shelf. On Beauty.

3. let me post this before these entries get lost.