In one e-mail Miranda said that we could meet "any time but Sunday at 3pm". And as per usual I read it "Sunday at 3pm". So I packed up my laptop and my camera and took the F train out to Brooklyn, walked about 18 blocks and knocked on the specified address... And as here e-mail states "any time but Sunday at 3pm"

So I met with her the next evening, and I knew exactly how to get to her house having been there the day before. Miranda bought my "Opaque Projector" which I had bought for a project I had in mind. The projector was in her studio and in the months since she received it, she stared to create a new series of drawings with it. I promised her that I would not disclose what she was working on, but the drawings have something in common with a body of work that I made a few years ago. Not that my projector had any influence on her...

Earlier that day I met with Michael Mandiberg, and we talked about what it was like to have everything that we own visible to a broad audience and up for sale. Image finding someone who knew what it felt like to pack up something you really love in a box and mail it off to a total stranger. Mandiberg has been selling his life on the internet since January of this year. I even bought something from him, which I sold to someone in Vermont. He currently has a stack of stuff that I sent him up for sale on his site.

The next day I had lunch with Adam Cohen, I'm not sure which happened first but Adam interviewed me for a book that he is writing about e-bay. I'm not sure if he will include anything about my project in the final draft, but he was also the high bidder on my "topical Fish" shirt. I actually think that he bought the shirt first, and didn't quite realize what I was up to, until he received the strange e-mail from me asking him to "Update" me on how he had incorporated my shirt into his life.

When I met him for Lunch he came to the lobby in my freshly washed and ironed "Topical Fish" shirt".The week before he had written a cover story for Time Magazine about Internet Privacy, a subject that I wrote my undergraduate thesis on in 1995... was it the shirt? I doubt it..

That evening I met Lindsey for a drink at the "Subway Inn" by Bloomindales. Lindsey had bought a five pound bag of sugar from me. Well actually there was about four pounds left in the bag, but I covered the extra shipping so she didn't really mind. The Subway Inn is now my most favorite bar in all of Manhattan. It is a dingy old place with $2 call drinks.. (unheard of in NYC).

Meeting Lindsey for a drink in a bar made the encounter feel a little like a blind date.. She didn't lug the 4-pound purchase in from Brooklyn that morning which would have been a nightmare, I can only imagine the conversation:

"Got the sugar?" --- "Yup, hear it is" --- "Great... sugar" --- "Yeah, ...sugar"

So instead we just talked about ourselves and tried to get a sense of who each other was.. Its was here that I realized that I have been writing nearly every story that I have ever told on the internet and there were people actually reading it.. Throughout the conversation I would start to tell a story and Lindsey would finish it for me, like she was there when it happened or had known me all of my life, when in reality she had simply read the descriptions in my project, so much of what I was talking about was old news to her.

To be fair it was one of the my more interesting meetings that week.. The meeting with Miranda was all business, I showed up, photographed the opaque projector, thanked her for her time and took the subway back to Maya's house. Lindsey is going to make cookies with the sugar that she bid on and is planning to send them to me.(hopefully soon). If I get them before I go maybe I will give you one when I visit.

>>Okay--it's the Subway Inn on 60th St and Lexington (NE corner) at 5 pm.

>>It won't be hard to recognize me, since I will probably be the only woman in the place.

>See you- Lindsey