2003-02-14 - 11:04 a.m.

hans blix is preempting my favorite morning radio program. some valentine.

i'm so exhausted today after sprinting all over mahattan last night. ray had her opening to great acclaim last night. her pieces looked wonderful and her sector of the gallery was crowded with fans while the two other gallery rooms were conspicuously underattended. the bad white wine was phasing the chronic artlovers normal indifference into a bland appreciation. i lingered in the artcrush for about 30 minutes, then extracted myself to hit another opening with F and A (which turned out to be amusing and terrible).

several trains later i was speeding uptown to a music theory lesson. trying to cram all that information about altered modes and harmonic minors into my tired cerebrum produced a dull pain.

the black helicopters are back, trolling the skies above brooklyn and manhattan. i think they're just trying to scare us, i hope it doesn't work.

after dining at y's house, i sped back over the bridge to catch la DJing at the local glam spot. she was, of course, marvelous. i can't say i thought too much of the party, which was better attended but even wonkier than the last one i went to. this time, there was a half-hearted floor show which seemed to interrupt each time the dancefloor was beginning to catch on. acts were a theremin player accompanying a michael jackson backing track, and a drag queen lipsynching to a cheesy 60s female vocal. both acts are not without their appeal, but i felt it wasn't really the right forum for either. or maybe i was just cranky. lovely and enthusiastic go-go dancers were fun to watch, but after a single martini i was too exhausted to fake it.

so much to do today and i just feel like hibernating.