January 27, 2002
Well I haven't posted to Temporama
in a long time, almost as long as
I was on the road last year. I am
writing to let you know what I have
been up to since I last sent a post.
Allmylifeforsale is now officially
in the possession of the University
of Iowa Museum of Art
The big news is that Bloomsbury
USA is going to publish a book
about my Allmylifeforsale project
and will include portions of updates
from Temporama. The most exciting
thing for me is that they have asked
me to design the book from cover to
cover. This is the largest publishing
project that I have ever taken on,
so wish me luck.
It is very unusual for a publisher
to take the risk of letting an artist
design his or her own book, so I am
working hard to make sure that everyone
is happy in the arrangement. The book
is due out in November of 2002, so
the production schedule is on a fast
track. Don't be surprised if you don't
hear from my for a little while, it
looks like I'll be in front of my
computer for the next three months.
The book will focus on the objects
that were sold via Allmylifeforsale
and will feature short updates on
where all of the items have ended
up, their final bid price, and the
# of bidders on each auction. I may
also include the voices of the new
owners of my objects, depending on
how many reply to my recent bulk mail.
November 11, 2001
Finishes "First 5 Free"
November 4, 2001
I met up with Emily today. She is
back in Iowa now too and is trying
to figure out that to do next. When
She was in Denver she had a chance
to work on the book that we started,
She printed the last two pages, the
cover and sewed the binding on the
train back to Iowa.
We called the book "First 5
Free" because the Gocco
printing plates were made with free
photocopies from a little shop in
Santa Barbara, that doesn't charge
its patrons for the first five copies.
Emily printed the 66 book edition
on a Gocco
I made Butternut
Apple Soup for dinner for Emily
and Sasha. Its nice to be in a familiar
Kitchen again. The more time I spend
here the more I start to appreciate
the boredom that leads me to make
soup. I made Soup for the party at
Molly Ivin's house in Austin. I think
it was the act of making soup that
made me realize that it was time to
come home to Iowa. Such a domestic
Emily and I talked about what we
should do with the books that we made.
I thought that it might be nice to
make them available on Temporama.
This will be the first book by Emily's
"Belle Press" available
I've been back for a week. I'm Sitting
in Sasha's kitchen trying to get all
of my updates from last month spell
checked and posted. I have to start
working on the web site for the School
of Art and Art History tomorrow so
soon I will be back in the thick of
If you invited me to visit and you
haven't seen me yet, it will be a
little while before I can get back
on the road again. I have to save
a little bit of money first and have
to take care of some of the course
work that I was supposedly doing on
the road. Thank you for traveling
along with me so far. I hope that
my lack of recent posting hasn't made
you all tune out.
I need to say thank you to all of
you who put up with me over the last
two months. I really feel like I have
made a number of close friends out
there. Thank you so much for inviting
me into your homes. Keep in mind that
you are all always welcome in Iowa
City, the destination resort that
it is.. I won't even make you tent
in Sasha's front yard.
October 29, 2001
way it could have been
I'm almost back to Iowa. But not after
experiencing what my trip could have
been like had I choose to travel like
90% of the travelers on the road. My
wheels were in four states yesterday..
I just drove until 9:30 or so and decided
to get something to eat. I was in Kansas
City and started to think about BBQ,
except that it was 9:30 on a Sunday
and downtown KC was a ghost town.
I decided to drive a little further
on my way and I stopped to get gas somewhere
in the KC suburbs, Liberty, I think.
Filled up my tank with the cheapest
gas I have seen on my trip and crossed
the street to a giant chain restaurant.
It was one of those clutter restaurants
where they hang all the shit on the
walls. Road-signs, Movie Posters, Baskets,
and occasional taxidermied animal.
I have spent the last two months visiting
people around the country, many of which
are collectors of sorts, with collections
of various types of things in various
states of order, but personal collections
none the less. I never walked into a
house and said, "oh your house looks
just like the last house I was in".
It never was, the things that people
collected were so different from each
The corporation that owned this chain
of restaurants makes sure that every
restaurant looks just like the other.
A chain of restaurant that look like
someone collected shit all their life
and the put stuff up as they found it
on their walls.. Too bad that half the
shit is manufactured and no one in the
restaurant is authorized to put anything
on the walls themselves..
I ordered a steak. It was the only
thing on the menu that seemed like a
thing that they couldn't screw up. A
steak, medium rare, with a baked potato,
the fish attack is officially over.
They must have soaked the steak in MSG
for a week or two, it had a flavor not
unlike the salty tartness of a bag of
Doritos. A simple steak ruined by the
corporate headquarters that made sure
that every steak would taste the same
regardless of the source by marinating
their steaks in their special flavor
enhanced brand marinade.
I couldn't eat it. So I had a second
beer and decided that I should stay
in a hotel for the night. I stayed at
a Comfort Inn down the street and watched
cable TV until 3 in the morning. There
was a "complementary" copy of USA today
in the lobby and a free continental
breakfast. Featuring instant coffee,
canned orange juice, and mini hostess
I realize that this it what my trip
could have been, day after day of bad
chain food restaurants and night after
night of late night cable and free continental
breakfasts. I'd recommend staying with
strangers if you can when you travel.
And I'd try to avoid any restaurant
that is part of a Chain. I've made a
little deal with my self-this morning
to see if I can live "Chain" free for
the month of November
October 28, 2001
Last night I went to a party on a ranch
with Melanie's friend Susan. There was
a bonfire and a movie that they projected
onto a giant rain water storage tank
that provides the house and ranch with
running water. It was really nice to
be on the out-skirts of Austin. Its
amazing how quickly you can go from
city to county in Texas. On the east
coast when you drive 20 minutes out
of even the smallest of cities you never
get out as far as I felt on this ranch
I'm going to leave today. I'm heading
back to Iowa. I'm looking forward to
sleeping in a bed and sitting in one
place for a while. Dawn hasn't called.
I'll be back in Texas before long.
Saturday, October 27, 2001
I'm sitting in Melanie, Rick and Savannah's
house in Austin, Texas. I set my tent
up outside on Thursday night and still
haven't left. They left this morning
for a camping trip so I have volunteered
to take care of their chickens while
they are away.. I still haven't heard
back from Dawn in San Antonio, which
I think will be my last stop on this
Austin is like molasses.. Yesterday
when I crawled out of my tent, their
next door neighbor Sam said hello and
offered me a cup of coffee, after talking
for a little while she invited me to
a party at Molly Ivins house.. I guess
I'm staying an extra day.. So I did
and tonight I have been invited to another
party, and on Sunday there is a Day
of the Dead event that I am welcome
to attend.. My one-day visit has turned
I've been trying to get all of the
last week's entries posted but I don't
really have very reliable internet access
from my tent.. I'm going to go up to
U of T and see what I can do to get
on their Ethernet network.
I think that I am going to turn my
car North really soon. Margaret thinks
that I should get back sooner rather
than later b/c I was supposed to start
working for her on the 15th of October,
and Sasha tells me to come home nearly
ever single day.. What to do, What to
do, What to do?
I'm pretty road weary, and having a
lot of trouble getting anything done.
I've even stopped taking as many photographs
of late.. I'm thinking of heading back
to Iowa for a while and getting everything
that I have written so far postedÉ For
those of you in the Southeast, it looks
like I will have to visit at another
October 26, 2001
Express, Molly Ivins
Last night Melanie, Rick and Savannah
took me out to Taco Express for dinner.
It was the best Mexican food I have
ever had, even better than the taco's
that I had in the mission district in
San Francisco. We sat around for a little
while and then I decided to set my tent
They invited me to stay inside but
I kind of wanted to take advantage of
the warm weather while I still have
it. It was such a beautiful night. I
was up for a few hours last night writing
updates in my tent. Am I a geek for
sitting in a tent in the front yard
of a house in the city limits of Austin
writing journal entries on a laptop
I woke up this morning at about 9 am
and as I ventured out of my tent I saw
Melanie and Rick's neighbor Samantha
drinking coffee in her front yard. She
offered me a cup of coffee and invited
me to a party at Molly Ivin's house.
I guess I'm going to stay another day
I bought a pair of jeans today at the
Salvation Army today. I had to change
my pants after wearing the same pair
of jeans for the last three weeks straight.
And I guess I should wear denim to a
party at a Liberal Democratic Texans'
house. I'll let you know how it goes.
October 25, 2001
Austin is only three hours away from
Dallas. Last night Brian told me to
keep my eyes out for the Dome
Home community 45 minutes south
of Dallas. I didn't really know what
he was talking about until I saw the
400 ft concrete caterpillar named Bruno
on the eastern side of I-15 just north
of Italy Texas. I missed the exit, drove
ahead five-mile and turned around.
When I got to the dome home community
I noticed that they had a 24-hour welcome
center which was also a model dome home.
They had videotape in the VCR and I
took a little break and watched it.
The dome community is actually part
of the Monolithic
Dome Home Institute, which trains
people to build the patented Monolithic
Dome Home system.
I'm not sure how much I can tell you
about the process but it involves a
giant inflatable bubble, polyurethane
foam, and quick setting flash concrete.
These people have brought new meaning
to the term "concrefication." One of
the selling points on the dome homes
is that they are energy efficient and
disaster proof. I guess 15 tones of
domed concrete can withstand more wind
than your average inflatable home.
October 24, 2001
I spent the day working on Temporama. Susan
and Richard have DSL in their studio so
I was able to get a few more images posted.
The QuickTimeVR's from the desert are up
I ran errands with Richard around Dallas
this afternoon. Dallas is huge.. and unlike
most of the western cities that I have visited,
the streets don't necessarily line up into
perfect little grids. The main streets in
Dallas were originally cow paths, so they
seem to come in from what used to be pastureland
and cross each other at odd places, at some
points three or four streets meet up at
the same place. So you could be on one street
and cross a main intersection to find that
you are actually on a totally different
Tonight I met up with Brian, who bought
my Elvis shirt, some ribbons from a thermal
color printer and a tagged roll of toilet
paper. He was wearing the shirt when we
met up. The bars in Dallas don't carry Lone
Star. Is it really that bad? I kind
of like it. We went to one of his favorite
bars by the State Fairgrounds, The Texas
State Fair just ended, unlike the fairs
in the Northeast, Texas fair are in the
late fall. Dallas in August is not to friendly
for hanging outside.
October 23, 2001
I didn't get out of bed today until Christine
called me at about 3 pm to remind me that
I was supposed to meet with Susan's Class
at 3:30. All I did was keep up drink for drink
with Christine. Little did I know that she
spent most of her undergraduate life drinking
her friends under the table. Denton Style
for me will always be synonymous with Alcohol
poisoning. I have only been this sick three
other times in my life. Once was when I drank
my last sip of Gin at 14 with Mark and Colin
and the other two were in my mistaken attempts
to keep up drinking with Lincoln.
Well I made it through my artist talk at
T Dub and
even answered a few questions. On my walk
over I thought that I might have to back out
of the talk, but I was able to hold my self
together for a while. I hung out with Christine
until 7 or so and then followed Susan's Directions
to her house in Dallas..
Southward moving.. Guess I will see whom
else I can visit in Dallas tomorrow.
October 22, 2001
I spent most of the day hanging out in
the photography lab at T
Dub (Texas Women's Univ) I guess I am
considered a visiting artist, at least that
is what Susan K Grant refereed to me as,
to her students. I talked to one of her
classes about my project and showed them
some of the work that I have been doing
on the road.
I met Christine at SPE in Savannah this
spring and have kept in pretty good touch
since then. It was Susan who bought the
shirt from me but she lives in Dallas so
I decided to stay with Christine rather
than commute back and fort from Dallas to
meet with Susan's students tomorrow.
Sasha called today to announce her disapproval
of me staying an extra day at Dub..
"Ohh no not another day with all those girlsÉ
" She trusts me.. I think.
Well Christine is supposed to take me
out drinking Denton style.. Whatever that