But it is one way to live

For the record, I'm streaming the new Bright Eyes album. Do you remember, when I first told you, "Vicki, I think he's really crying!" And I always pictured him as Rivers Cuomo.

Yesterday I went to the UNLV Architecture library to do some research on this designer for class, and the librarian was kind of mean to me about not being a UNLV student. So I tried to be, just, sickeningly polite because when I was a school librarian I learned of the inordinate power the librarian has to make things very easy. It worked, and I got my books. Like, seriously, don't be mean to your librarian. When it's the night before a paper's due and your card is expired and you have no change for the copy machine and you need a book that's buried deep inside the system...

I've also got to put together a room for some family called "The Stewarts." We have the floor plan of the space, but we pick the family dynamics. I've decided it's a hip feminist single mother with two teenage kids--really because I want to put a Justine Kurland print on a big wall I saved. (I am nervous about the idea of picking art because it matches the sofa or designing a room around a Rothko. Is there a way for art to contribute to a space without just being another 'thing' in it, more than 'stuff.' But this is a much bigger ideaproblem.)




Justine Kurland, Pine Forest,
C-print, 2005



And I'm using this brilliant coffee table that is just a plate of glass and some wheels. Super functional but poetic in its simplicity, which is a kind of decoration, too, says Hugh Fogel at Unica.