Why was he admitted to the hospital in late June, 1991? Was that related?

：）

aviator frames
red-buttoned rig, with flash bar
self-portrait, self-pose

we smile together
while the first buds of spring op’
and light captures hue

This guy looks like a young Marc Maron

very very goood

这一天是我出生的日子，很感谢他在这一天的记录，我希望得到那天他的作品，谢谢。

Rest in peace, Jamie, and thank you for sharing.

that day

Every once in a while I look scan the internet in the search of this blog…I always end up finding it, and when I do find it, it helps me realize how ephemeral life is.
It is such a strange feeling to be able to look at someone’s life and scan through it – see his happy moments, he his sad moments, he him when he was full of life and finally draining from life.
I am amazed, and the familiarity this blog evokes. Although young today, I know the only certainty I have about the future in life, is death – all the things in between it is up to me to decide how my story will go. Thank you Jamie for this, for you, for your artistry. Your work touches me more than any Picasso or Michelangelo in the world.

With youth and life,

PS: I was born on January 28th 1989, look like you had a fun day that day!

This is my (now ex-) wife and me during a celebration of my 30th birthday. Jamie and probably a dozen others came together for the occasion at a restaurant called Positively 104th Street. I had always kind of resented it as an outpost of gentrification–I lived down the block–but it turned out to be a pretty good neighbor.

At the party a bunch of my friends had gotten together to buy me a CD boxed set of all of Thelonious Monk on Riverside. Great gift. But what I really remember is Jamie saying to me as we left, “Yeah, give me a call right after you’ve finished listening to the whole thing.” A joking commentary on the craziness of such boxed sets–this one has something like 16 CDs. He probably said it right after taking the picture–I feel like the picture was taken just as the event was breaking up.

I thought it was a very funny thing to say. I thought it was even funnier in a weird way when in fact I didn’t talk to Jamie for a long stretch after that–as if he had uttered some sort of droll curse on our friendship that was now coming true.

It feels like the next thing I knew Jamie was sick. I never saw him after learning he had cancer; I wasn’t in that inner circle. I don’t think it can be true that I never talked to Jamie after 8/20/92, but it feels like it in my spliced-together memory. And it is true that I’ve *never* listened to every track in the CD set. So in my mind, this photo documents the curse of the Thelonious Monk boxed set, which ended my friendship with Jamie forever.

通过老师介绍来到这个网站，很有意思

I really want to see their birthday photos

Today,I born.

Chris Cutler?

Where was this?

west 72nd st. @ west end ave.

north east corner