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check out ursulahodel one morning ursula was having breakfast at the old sant ambroeus uptown (where we shall return) and we're talking about having guests in town and i tell about how my brother matthew has given me grief about sending my laundry out. "i think you should do your own laundry," he says, like it's a socialist issue.. and doing washing is necessarily demeaning.. and me getting a washer n dryer in my fucking apartment is better for the world.. and the chinese family downstairs don't want my money.. (if i take stuff to the laundromats here i gotta be really broke because i get in the way of children who are washing for a living and they're nice about it but i feel like a speed bump.

so ursula asks: "you have your things cleaned in new york?"
um, yeah..
she says: "i have lived here for twelve years. but i still take everything back to my man in zurich. i draw the line at taking my friend's things tho."

one time ursula has a video installation up in town, at the swiss institute i think. all her waiters show for the opening. we love ursula. the video is of her head to toe in lagerfield milking a cow in a barn. sometimes there's a child in the video. her grandchild. one time the camera pans down ursula and zeros on her crotch. beth hits me: "it's like you were on the camera," beth says to me. come to find out that ursula's daughter is behind the camera. "fuck you, bitch," i crow triumphantly to my wife.