Like the Godard film I will be stuck on the highway today in the hothotheat as car-corpses are littered in my wake and THERE WILL BE BLOOD. I am returning again to the family it has been two weeks I am menstrual and mind-messy but I will return a sad prodigal daughter I always thought prodigal meant lost but no it in fact means wasteful.
Yesterday I attempted to be a woman and paint my toenails. The last time John attempted to do them for me, a Sally Hansen quick-dry black, that looked okay from far away and horrorshow up close. I used a polish named Rose from American Apparel (Rrrose I am really doing a bad drag). I look like I have clumps of blood on my toenails. I must have missed this particular class on feminine training. I cannot for the life of me paint in a straight line. I have rosy fingers now as well and haven't removed it because the nail polish remover smell is so toxic.
I have been offered two sections of an intermediate composition class for design students at the Cleveland Institute of Arts, so I might be doing more musical chairs for the fall. Last-minute panicking. Yesterday I spent hours developing the most insane class - I will teach Dick Hebidge! then I Love Dick! then Madame Bovary! And who knows maybe Danielle Duttons' SPRAWL! Oh the design in Madame Bovary the gorgeously layers of the wedding feast the choreography of the ball where Emma begins afterwards to let her real life go! I chucked that out because I'm not supposed to assign that much. I DO think I will teach Arcades Project and Gail Scott's My Paris. Maybe Rachel Levitsky's Neighbor, so much about spaces and boundaries and cities. Maybe Berger's Ways of Seeing and David Markson's Wittgenstein's Mistress, which is John's favorite contemporary novel. Critical books like the Substance of Style and Modernity at Large: Cultural Dimensions of Globalization. The Ubu web PDF of Mallarme's Throw of the Dice. Some elit poems John sent me. For films Daisies? Chris Marker? RMaybe William Gibson's Pattern Recognition? I have to read it to see if it holds up. In some ways I model myself on that character in Pattern Recognition, the style hunter, who cuts out all the labels from her clothes and wears all black, Muji, simple, plain clothes.
I'm so superficial!
What else did I want to write? I am almost done with the draft, editing the first draft, I've done vomiting the first draft, I keep on emailing Hedi at Semiotext(e) to ask for Semiotext(e) books! He's sending me this one! Bad of me. I can't help but want free books. Also I want this book from Essay Press! Has anyone read it?
The deluge of library books comes in today, I will pick them up and bathe with them when bored in the passenger seat of the very very old red Volvo station wagon John and I refer to cheerfully as the Vulva. But now I have placed another order for umpteenth numbers of vaguely design-related books!
Oh, maybe I'll teach Weekend! Awesome with fashion styles and Godard's graphix and so much about consumerism. Maybe bringing in some Guy Debord....Hmmm....Hmmm...
(I can't seem to find an appropriate image from the film from Google Images.)