10.15.2022
Santa Barbara memorial service went better and worse than expected.



09.21.2022
New York memorial service went better and worse than expected.



09.09.2022
Took some time off.



08.21.2022
I made a new artist book, called TO DO. Edition of 50. And I will soon have a new dropdown menu on the site, for books I've contributed to or made.

So... Watch out, I suppose.



08.04.2022
I got a social media manager! Follow at @_noah_dillon. DO NOT HIT ME UP!



07.14.2022
My work is in that big dumb show, "The Patriot," at O'Flaherty's. Wrote up in the Times and everywhere. And I even got to see it before the cops intervened.



06.03.2022
Back on the World Wide Web!



06.01.2022
Kind of a whole Dia day.



05.22.2022
Added some new artworks to the menu. Photos by Olivia Divecchia.

Strong memories and reminiscences today about the tragedy of mortality, including some things I haven't thought about in years. I got into a really contentious conversation with someone about this problem at a party last night. I really enjoyed today -- unseasonably hot and really beautiful. Then, in the evening, I was turning all of that disagreement over in my head again. I remembered an event that I had witnessed that narrowly avoided all kinds of catastrophe and untimely death. And I remembered seeing David Buckel's husband clear melted plastic from a charred vacancy in Prospect Park, and watching him cry, and thinking about him as a member of a community that I really cherish. Other terrible things.

Listening to a few songs by Memories Attack, Heartless Bastards, and Nirvana, and just thinking about this.



05.10.2022
I've been having a lot of strange dreams about bureaucrats and nonfiction video recently. Like imagined documentaries and newsreel footage and stuff. They're extremely detailed.



04.24.2022
Very productive meeting with Dan.



04.23.2022
Lunch with Bob. Afterwards, we saw a nice tree.



04.12.2022
Rode my bike to work in the rain. Nice day after this morning. I met a guy in a park; I was having a burrito while he meditated next to me. We talked about finding calm amid everthing, including the shooting, the Lubavitchers parading in RVs with so much noise, construction across the street, a woman yelling at her dog, and a small army of cops harrassing a homeless guy.



03.28.2022
It has briefly snowed at least three times in the past couple of days.



03.25.2022
Got the wind knocked out of me for the first time since I was seven or eight. Back then it was at Natural Bridge Caverns. Today it was at St. Vitus.

Turns out that what happens is you get bashed really hard in a particular way and your diaphragm becomes momentarily paralyzed. It is an exceptionally creepy sensation.