Over the course of the past several weeks I have been driving across town and back to visit galleries, speak with artists and creative directors,  meet with editors to discuss upcoming assignments, and power through the media kit for Installation Media. I’m certain my car feels abused as my life typically exists within a modest ten mile radius, and here I am pushing the overdue oil check to the limit, ignoring the strange cast of sound effects that now possess my vehicle, all in the name of my craft.  And so I tell myself.   Too bad LA isn’t properly suited for public transit.  As a consequence of these impromptu excursions my blogging rhythm has been somewhat compromised, though not forgotten.   I realize I can only write about what I know, and the month of March has offered a wealth of new experiences from which to draw new ideas and opinions.  Recently I discovered Twitter in all its mobile glory and understand why it’s a valuable tool for a pop culture/news/art junky like myself.  I won’t hesitate to admit that I followed the live Tweets covering the Ipad 2.   Now I can received the news in small mouthfuls twenty four hours a day, without missing a beat.  I actively participate in the Twitter frenzy and catching on to the unspoken learning curve of the limited characters and incorporating the  # mark and @ sign when necessary.

Currently on my nightstand— My dear friend (whose native tongue is French) began reading “Perfume: A Story of a Murder” months ago.  Originally written in German by Patrick Suskind, I was delighted that the book had also been translated into English.  If nothing else this work proves Suskin’s depth of olfactory vocabulary and his strange ability to make the unfamiliar familiar.   I then returned to one of favorite authors Paul Auster, finishing his fifteenth novel “Invisible” written from the perspectives of four characters and I just finished “The Music of Chance” for the second time.  Most known for “The New York Trilogy” Auster captures the life of America mostly from the perspective of an aspiring or accomplished writer living in New York with a propensity for Classical music, dysfunctional relationships, and intense self introspection.  I can read his books covers to cover in the same fashion as I can Murakami, as I expressed in a previous blog post “Matters of the Literati.” I encourage you to pick up a copy of his work if you haven’t already, and I would suggest starting with “Moon Palace.”  And so I ask again, what’s on your night stand?

As for the upcoming projects mentioned earlier, they will remain anonymous until they are officially published in their respective formats.