G called from New York saying she doesn’t want to come home – that for the last year she has not wanted to come home – that she used to love to come home.
Well, I am happy to be home and I hope she gets over this feeling. Got in last night and had remembered it was T’s big art opening at Tulane so I changed and went and it was good to see the paintings from the private collection. I once again decided I do not like Matthew Barney – Cremaster Shitmaster. [Read this brilliant satirical art review of his work: http://www.harpers.org/OnanTheMagnificent.html.] Afterwards, I went to L’s house for dinner and was reminded that he owned several designer shoe stores at one time – is that not the perfect man – one who owns several designer shoe stores? Good lord, it’s the equivalent of him meeting a woman who owns a strip club. Because porn is to men what shopping is to women, no doubt.