So today was my first day at Vermont Street (on Mass). About a week ago I walked by and said to myself “their new space looks pretty nice”, so I walked in, met some people, and now I work there. I worked today from eight to four, and it felt pretty good to work. Actually, I hate to say that, because every time someone asks me what I’m doing, or where I’m going – I say “working”. Oh really? Where do you work? And every time I have to let my roommate, my landlord, my friends, and my relatives enjoy that repetitive bit of satisfaction – to know that I don’t actually work, I paint, and of course that’s not work. Who am I to argue – I enjoy it, but would they? Needless to say I’m glad to be learning something that has nothing to do with subject matter, content, or craft. Just food. And in one day I have already learned a lot. I like who I am working with and I like what I’m working with even more. Working at Vermont St. for me must be what working at a strip bar is like for plenty of men. I’m sure that will wear off, but by then there won’t be the blisters on my hands there are now, and I will know how to do many things I didn’t yesterday – and that’s a good thing. Anyway, for now I’m working as a cook in the back – so stop on in, and if you don’t like your meat, send your complaints this way and I will duly ignore them.
In other news, I went up to the show openings in Kansas City tonight, and was rather underwhelmed. Although I didn’t give anything much of a chance – as I only walked in about a third of the open galleries. I saw two objects I liked though, out of the hundreds, and that’s all I need to find a way to justify spending ten dollars on five gallons of gas. When I got back in town, Wilson said he needed a plunger because his toilet overflowed and his poo was all over the floor. Naturally, I sympathized and stopped at Dillion’s so he could take care of business. He took about fifteen minutes in there, and came out with nothing but a plastic sack full of pie.
“They were out of plungers, but they had pie.”
Dumb as he is, that’s a pretty good line. Somebody needs to write that down and put it somewhere, so as not to forget. That’s about all I’ve got, this is about as random as I get. If you’re a vegetarian who hates art and can’t stand the thought of anything involving a toilet or pie (impossible), I apologize – this entry had to be a serious disappointment.
Also: As long as I’m talking about anything and everything, you should know theabout section is finally starting to come together. I will be updating it much more regularly now that I have some photos to go along with the story – which the story desperately needs.