May92008

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A short selection from “The Longer it Takes,” a documentary about Los Angeles-based painter, Sterling Bartlett. Filmed by Benjamin Dohrmann & Nicole Vaskell.

April282008

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Email Thread #2: "Note to Self"

Although not a thread, the following submission to Lesser Works touches upon an equally as intriguing occurrence: emailing oneself. 

“Note to Self” 

From: cameronparkins@att.blackberry.net
Date: April 27, 2008 7:03:49 PM PDT
To: “Cameron Parkins”
Subject: Exercise
Reply-To: cameronparkins@att.blackberry.net

You have to start exercising man
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

An explanation of “email threads” on Lesser Works can be found here.

April132008

video

Some, understandably, will say this goes on too long. 

April92008

video

Mickey is a close friend of mine. His artistic pursuits are oblique and often misunderstood. By posting this video, I don’t think I’m helping. 

April32008

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Email Thread #1: "Today is Number Too Many"

I’ve decided that email threads are the most underappreciated literary form out there. That’s why I’ll be publishing a series of threads that I find particularly well-wrought. If you’re interested in having an email thread published on Lesser Works, send the thread to: lesserworks@gmail.com

“Today is Number Too Many”

Initial Email (from CR)

Today is number too many on the “mornings Caitlin has arrived home to see that someone was sleeping in her bed” tally.

Could we just make it a general rule that drunk people who don’t have rides home don’t have the option of staying in my bed, particularly if I’m not here to okay it. I don’t know that anyone is telling them that it is okay, but I’d rather it be discouraged. I’m not really into locking my door when I go out either…

First Response (from KD)

Yeah, that totally sucks. Let’s crack this code.

Second and Last Response (from EW)

I guess I’ll take the blame for this one. I was pulling out the futon for Garret when he saw that you were gone. “I’ll just sleep in Caitlin’s bed,” he offered. “I dunno, man, she may come home later. I’ve got this bed set up for you,” I responded. “Nah, it’s cool, she’s probably not coming home anyways, it’s already so late,” Garret rebuked. “Umm…” I trailed off before drunkenly stumbling to bed.

Sorry I didn’t put up more of a fight. I mean, he beat up a guy with a knife, so I was worried he’d kill me. Next time I’ll knock him out with a candelabra and drag him on the couch.