Yes, I was in the shit.

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If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
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What is ( ) local?

Is it a gang?

Does local even exist anymore?

( ) was local. ( ) was native, a unicorn.

But, ( ) live in something like 16 cities, 3 countries.

What is the goal, then, of the label local?

A tribe, that refuses to move?

One tied to just the one place for all of time?

( ) have lost sight of the goal here, refusal to be viewed as a tourist?

Disdain for tourism? Tribe?

The view of local things. Buying local things.

The rest (the others) are ( ) visiting/spectators.

Locals imagine if “the shit goes down”, we/they are in the shit together.

We fight in the wars together.

Resume is a list of them, the local wars.

Battle of the place name here.

Stick it on my car.

Read it.

“Yes, I was in the shit.”

postscript: I thought of something I want, The West Coast. It can still be labeled the West Coast, but everyone needs to understand that I own it. dc

I’m Sixty

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When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
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I don’t know what I am wanting at five. I’m not sure five-year-olds even know what “grew up” means. Probably I want a cookie. I do remember, a deer costume, but an actually-become-a-deer costume.

Less Wet.

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What is your favorite type of weather?
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Dry. I am near an incandescent light bulb and I can feel the heat on my face. There is a smell of airbourne particulate. I can feel the heat coming through the bottoms of my shoes. The sweat evaporates, I don’t realize I am dehydrating. But it is the 1990s, and there is still an ozone layer. Not Portland, OR.

We are sitting at a table at Cafe Copioh (Las Vegas, NV) as Mike does the closing routine. Orit is showing me a card trick.

I am allergic

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What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
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to needles, and pain, and bleeding. No place. There is no place I would put it. People should write on paper and sometimes buildings. I can’t take tattoo people seriously, and wearers of shorts. I can’t take you seriously.

D+

I can’t know if upon seeing Laszlo Kiss (architect) in the street if I would punch him in the face, or invite him for drinks. What do you do to a person who fucked your chances at grad school? I mean in a way it opened up other routes for me. Stubbins for sure, I would not have been at Stubbins if I went to grad school in 1990-ish. But he (Laszlo) fucked me pretty good with that one bad grade. And then they (Ohio State) didn’t ask him back to teach again. Or maybe he chose not to come back to Ohio. People do that. Choose not to go back to Ohio. He did invite me to see his Soho studio (when I contacted him in NYC) and to guest crit at Parsons. So Karma speaking, I think we are golden/even. I would probably still ask him to drink with me. He taught me high modernism in like 5 minutes. That is not nothing.