I love Ellis because he never bores me. Every day, I’m inundated with bland celebrities who have nothing to say. Or, if they do, they don’t have the balls to say it. Their presence doesn’t offend me, per se, but it also doesn’t excite me. More and more, it seems like I’m just looking for things that give me a visceral reaction.
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At the Armory Show’s press conference, reporters kept attacking Bloomberg for his education cuts, on account of which almost 5,000 public school teachers (some of whom with seniority) will get laid off. Eventually Bloomberg said in desperation: “If anyone wants to talk about art, I’m happy to talk about art.”
All the while, of course, I’ve left my gmail window up and active, where I can just see the very top tab of the screen where it says: Gmail – Inbox (9). And my eyes are constantly, desperately shooting back to that parenthetic number, hoping, waiting, praying for it to change, as if, the instant that my 9 turns into a 10, it’s an irrefutable sign that someone loves me, someone needs me, someone’s thinking about me, that I’m good and worthwhile valuable…