October 23, 2002



A clean well lit place

Well except that it doesn’t have the table for writing. I took the typewriter over…It’s hard to live without a table but tomorrow the mover is suppose to be here. Went to temple Sunday then a special ceremony…long prayers for the medicine sutra. Took opportunity to offer in-scent to bring luck for the move…

It is October and still the sun shines. Last-night watched Taxi Driver at the new place. I heard that Trent Raznor of Nine Inch Nail watched that movie repeatedly after his exhausting first album tour. Cybil Shepard looks amazing and Jodi Foster is so mature in that film. And Denero and Keitel…Watching Harvey makes me want to see the Piano again. Holly Hunter is amazing….the whole film is in a different palette all it’s own.

Well today is a special day for many reasons….it’s a birthday of someone I know.
It is a co incident, I saw the same girl I met at a party last Sunday. We were waiting for the bus. Some times this can be mis interpreted as a sign….I’m a romantic so I’ll say yes. She seems interested but the bus came to soon. I’ll see her again at the dumpling card parties that happens on weekends. They get together to make Chinese dumplings and play cards. Last time we just showed up and eat…but I wrap an occasional won-ton myself…



October 7, 2002




Just got back from a work out! There is nothing more refreshing then a shower after a work out and sitting down to a fresh page and typing the words out. It’s a new beginning. I had a taste of fresh squeezed apple juice. My sister brought it home from work. To me, apple is October. I want to make more orange juice. A few days ago, I pick a dozen ripe Asian pears. I like to peel it with a knife and toss the peel in the dirt then eat the fruit in the evening sunshine. The air is fresh and clean like the fruit. There is still a bit of sunshine left. While I wanted to sit out in the garden to write, I did not. Instead I read.
I read a few essays about Asian Americans. A few of the essays talked about the death of their parents or stories of their parents.
Fall brings on the mood to study. I don’t like studying as much as all of the accoutrements that go with it, the folders, pencils, and notebooks.
I took the bus and talked to a German tourist. She was going to Powell’s bookstore. I asked her about the Flood. It’s better now. She was looking at a map. She is a slim blonde woman. Spoke English very well.

I stopped in at the AIA Gallery. I saw my piece. This is the third or fourth time they have hanged my work between the spaces of the steel I beam. It’s an interesting place. Each time it seems to fit. I am always interested in where they will hang my work.


October 1, 2002



Last night watched Charlie Rose interviewing James Spader about is movie call “Secretary”. It was an interesting love story. Spanking as something mutually shared and an act of consenting love. Though the behavior is strange…we would not understand this. It was their bizarre little world. But underneath it all is a love story.

Continuing with the drawing serious of color pencil and acrylic paint. I have not settle on a name yet. I don’t like naming unless it’s something obviously stands out.