Up 6. Coffee. Read a ch. of Middlemarch.
Met Kyle for breakfast at 9; hung out for 2 hrs. talked briefly about Emotional Discipline reissue, gave me a list of master tapes he has.
Bought coffee mugs and a White Stripes DVD in Goodwill.
Went to Ontario Library, bought a few things at the book sale, inc. a 1891 edition of James Whitcomb Riley (for a dollar) and a Dum Dum Girls CD.
Browsed the shelves a bit, ended up quickly reading all of a short book by Marguerite Duras, Writing. “Solitude is the thing without which one does nothing.” “One writes by waiting for a fly to relinquish his life.”
Wrote for a hour.
Read another short book of the shelf - Douglas Batchelor, Minimalism, a quick but not facile overview of the big 5 (Judd, Andre, Morris, Flavin, LeWitt) and critical reaction thereto; would have liked something on their relation to galleries/museums/collectors - money, in a word.
Left about 4:30. (I’ve listened to the Staples Singers’ Xmas CD, now on a Bobby Womack best-of, inc. a remarkable funk reworking of “Nobody Know’s You When You’re Down and Out.”
Called my uncle Anthony (I’d missed him when I went out). Read 25 p. Brooks, mainly on Lorraine Hansberry.
Dinner, Jeopardy!, watched about 1/2 of Ingmar Bergman’s Winter Light on DVR. Good, but depressing to the point of self-parody.
Retired to bed. Wasted some time and watched some of Todd Haynes’s Safe (before my Amazon Prime runs out) but then tidied up, found my phone, read another 25 p. Brooks on Ellen Willis. Wrote in poetry notebook. Lights out around midnight.