~ a woman from the studio accused me of ripping off vir2l [w], because we – vir2l and i – both use cubes and squares on a line; we looked at the sites, and i tried to explain that they are organic, fluid, and sentient, while i am mechanical, clumsy, and naive. all the while, i felt i was ripping off ziggen [w]…

~ i was waiting for hermann hertzberger to lecture at sci-arc [w] for weeks, excited to hear from the man with the greatest understanding that folks are going to have to live in ‘our’ building. shocked at how close some of his words came to the words that i had just written for my thesis advisor to ignore, i go back to studio to mull over his lecture, wondering if i could use a transcript or a video of it for my thesis research bibliography. i walk into the lecture hall to see that he has already gotten out, and the crowd has dispersed. i see a former instructor of mine fumbling with an accordion of paper.
   me: have you seen that old man who just gave that lecture?
   him: i don’t know; he wants me to have dinner with him for some reason.
   i see them at the end of the hallway.
   me: there he is. i see that he’s already been mobbed.
   him: well, if you want to talk to him, this will probably be your only chance.
   this will be my only chance not only tonight, but for the rest of my life. i follow the instructor over to the dinner party; he begins speaking with the other guests, leaving hermann free. i push between hermann and an old woman, and i ask for permission to ask a few questions. he smiles and lets me begin. i gush and fumble, trying to focus on the words that will interest him the most. when my awkward performance ends, he answers.
   hermann: yes, i have two books for you.
   i grab something on which i can take notes, as he rattles off the titles of the two books which he himself has written. he is carried away by the mob; i stand in the hall scratching my chin.
   i wonder what else i could have expected from someone who looks at slides of his own work and says ‘nice’.
   nice.

~ lest the angry red planet suffers more accusations of thievery, i have sought my own photo of angelyne. she is located on highland, in the middle of my very long friday drive from west los angeles to the freaking valley.

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