Once again two trips to take care of one chore: I took my revision of “Mathemaku for Scott Helmes” and its frame, which I was afraid to try fool with, to a frames guy I’ve done business with before, but his place wasn’t where it had been. A nice lady in the beauty shop next to where it was told me where to find it. Happily, it wasn’t far away. DIGRESSION: I used to be contemptuous of the way “hopefully” was used until “happily” made it okay for me–which I mention because I often try to remember other adverbs like “hopefully” and never can (there are several).
I found my frame guy but his place of business was locked although his door said he opened at ten each day but Sunday, and it was near eleven. I waited a little while, thinking he was probably just late. There was no sign on the door or in the window indicating what might have happened. At length I crossed the street. That’s where the Arts & Humanities Council office was. I wanted to drop off the large unwieldy frame. (I was on my bike, needless to say, so worried I might damage the frame. Well, Olivia, Judy the executive secretary’s assistant, was kind enough to let me dump what I had there. Back home, I tried to call my frame guy. I couldn’t find the name of his place, The Rose Gallery, in the phone book but found something called “Creative Framing,” or something, that seemed to be about where the Rose Gallery was, so I called the number for that. An operator told me the number was no longer in service. Great. I tried to get a number that would work fromthe Visual Arts Center, but the girl I talked to didn’t have it. Finally, after three tries, I got it from information; the first two times I was given the old number. Fortunately, when I called the new number my frame man was there. He’d been late because of something he’d had to do with his son. After making sure Olivia wouldn’t be away form the office for lunch (she had locked my stuff in Judy’s office, and Judy is in New York), I rode my bike to the Arts & Humanities Council’s office, got my stuff and took it to the Rose Gallery. Which was locked! Gah.
Well, almost at once, the frame guy showed up. He’d gone somewhere to collect his mail, which wasn’t delivered to his door but to a box somewhere near. Everything then when well. I now have “Mathemaku for Scott Helmes” nicely framed. It looks good. (It always amazes me how good a frame can make a piece look.) The collage below was an attempt to do what Scott was doing at the time (8 or 9 years ago); I was never happy with it, but think it’s okay. It represents “nothing going on” . . . I think. In my piece, I add “the deepest grammar of January” to it to get “STONE.” It may not be my best mathemaku but, not counting sequences, it’s my largest. I’m wondering if there will be some who like it better than my other long divisions. To add variety to the exhibition is the main reason I’m including it.
Diary Entry
Wednesday, 28 December 2011, 5 P.M. More gab at Spidertangle, most of which I used to take care of the day’s blog entry. A trip early in the morning to get copies of one of my long division poems–because my own printer wasn’t doing a good job of printing, due–I now believe–to insufficient ink, although my computer told me it had plenty of ink. That job, and a little grocery shopping taken care of, I got home only to find out I’d forgotten to collect my flash drive from the people at Staples. I went back for it a couple of hours ago. I feel worn out, as always. I haven’t done anything with my reply to Jake (but yesterday, a little tinkering I did with it seemed to me just what it needed to merge to large blocks of it into a reasonably coherent, flowing whole, so I think I’m close to getting it done).
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