The resolutions will not be televised. I have made a few of them.

Resolution A: Stop smoking. I am back on the patch. We will see how this one goes, but it is kind of part of my Total Health 2006™ package.

Resolution B: Join the gym.

Resolution C: Actually go to the gym. I have been doing this one so far. And it’s fun. I joined the Hollywood YMCA (of which I used to be a member, and I think I posted about in my archives somewhere) because they have 4 racquetball courts. I bought a new gym bag that matches my shoes that match most of my gym outfits. Supposedly, Searcy and Shellenbarger are joining this week, but who knows. If you want to stare at me, come to the Y. I’ll be the one nearly fainting on (in?) the racquetball court or the one with the gigantic lathery thing betwixt his legs in the shower.

Resolution D: Be financially smarter. This is my Achilles heel. I will spend spend spend. I blame Quicken, so I have switched to Microsoft Money in an attempt to save more. And I am up 35% on a stock that I own.

Resolution E: Wake up at 6:30AM and go to sleep by midnight. This one is in flux, but I have done it twice.

Resolution F: Eat breakfast. I am never hungry in the morning, so I have been blendering a smoothie every morning.

By the way, I turn 32 on Thursday, so holler at your boy. And I like books and money (and desk calendars). I am a size 9 to 9 1/2 shoe (42 European), 34/32 pant, medium shirts, and XXXXL Magnum condom, which you have to import from Slavic Uncircumcised nations (allow 2-3 weeks for delivery).

My Art/Architecture Life.

I am working on an installation in my Hollywood Studio. I won’t get into the theory of it right now, because I have been talking theory all day and I am exhausted. I painted for 14 hours yesterday, and my right arm is dead. It has to do with Hollywood/Rauschenberg/ Situationists/DeBord/Discarded Furniture/Grey Paint/Context and someone referred to it as Duchampian.

Greying furniture in the studio on Hollywood Blvd.

Architecture friend Ryan Klinger greying the floors for me.

Greyed pieces.

[Unrelated]

Have I told you that I have a Shih-Tzu named Max and a camera that makes eyes red?