I typed up the deposition franticly opposite the stenographer until I was asked to move over a seat not to bother the Richard Upton’s lawyer. The transcript is sketchy and by no means accurate. That will be left up to the stenographer. It was my third time attending a deposition. This time around it was Richard’s turn to go first. I lasted as predicted most of the day. I was unaware that I would need to be in there both Thursday and Friday before the opening Saturday. The drama unfolded when Richard was asked about the stock certificate. In a speechless state of rage he rushed out of the room slamming the door knocking a painting off the wall of the conference room breaking the frame.
I managed to repair the frame Monday after the opening frenzy had passed. I rehung it on a snowy Tuesday mornnig. I always liked the painting actually. I assume it was the fact that there was a valid stock certificate for building’s 5th floor that has my name on it was the reality they were not able to face. At any rate Richard’s actions will only come around in my favor unfortunately.
The next day it was my turn. I was up at 5 AM printing one last print for the show Saturday night. I of course don’t have the text from my deposition. I assume that I will be receiving the official transcript from the deposition soon. I was amazed at some of the questions that they had asked me that had nothing to do with what the agreement said.
The week started slowly Monday with another spin… Actually I was really into it but cut it short to get to some chores.
So we tested the webcam conferencing on Yahoo Instant Messaging with Jim Clayburgh over in Brussels so that he would be able to attend the meeting remotely using the kitchen computer. It worked fine with Yahoo . So with the P4 is will be very cool and smooth sailing.
The weather turned really nasty Tuesday afternoon with high winds, frigid temps and snow. I set up the table in the neutral area in th front of the studio… It’s actually cleared up some space up in the living areas. The studio looked clean for the new members of the board who came for the first time.
Friday morning was a spin above the rest. I got to the gym extra early so that I was able to fit in a shit load of aerobics. Then I hit heavy on the legs going up to 305 at a body weight of 173. I’m sure I’ll be feeling it the next day.
A mailbox full of flicks arrived so I spend some time watching Showboy (2002) a film written and directed by Lindy Heymann and Christian Taylor. I had photographed Erich Miller, one of the members of the cast in 1991 while visiting Las Vegas. “Christian Taylor, a writer on hit TV series Six Feet Under, is being profiled by a British documentary crew when he’s sacked, though he doesn’t know they’ve overheard the firing. They follow him to Las Vegas, where he is ostensibly doing “research” for the next season, but is actually pursuing a dream to become a dancer in a Vegas show.” He ends up being roommates with Erich. The photograph was used on my Christmas card. I hung out with his sister and he while he was in NYC for the opening. The party after the open was hot. Especially Adrian Armas who plays Model/Dancer “Adrian” that Christian falls for in a dance class.
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