The City steam cleaned the sidewalk and alley today. It was actually getting gummy and I'm sure Willie Brown is trying to spruce up before the elections... Meanwhile the last vestiges of the artchalking is now officially gone. Ce la vie!

Judy and Rich trek over the bridge to see the installation in its last throes on Thursday evening. Celebrate after the viewing with beers and tacos at La Taqueria. The piece seems to generate other ideas and possibilities; projected images onto a larger pane of window, subliminal messages (be kind, have correct change for the BART, say hello to the person standing next to you at the busstop...). Rich suggests more video addressed to the 'audience' on the street, squeegeeing the window, big brother observation. Notice a few people glancing up as they scurry along to their destination, and assume they notice the 'happening' because our group is looking up. Perhaps this piece needs a docent.

Catch the Beth Custer piece of the evening at the LAB, chow down some potstickers and brie and talk with Stacey and Matthew about school and contract negotiations...

Returning home late night Thursday, couldn't wait to reconstruct my front room, former sight of Interstitial Alley. Will have to wait for he-man assistance to return the larger monitor to its perch, meanwhile it sits catty-whumpus in the window reflecting back on itself 3 times. Quite the visual go-round. Positon myself for a bit of Law and Order in the watery reflection in the old glass of this old house...