- 11 June 1997
- Sabine Diptych
I made the original photograph of Sabine a year ago. She thought it was
horrible. I wonder if she'll like it better after I repeated it and deleted
half. Probably not.
- 12 June 1997
- Scanning Compost Vapors
Phoebe was explaining her nine compartment composting system. One bin
was for acidic compost, another for organic waste, and I forgot what the
other seven were. (I'm worthless when it comes to that sort of thing: if
making boring artwork is my forte, then gardening is my pianissimo.)
I wasn't particularly interested in the compost bins. The vapors, of
course, were another story. (Why is there always another story?) I decided
to slice the vapors and scan the cross-sections but I never got around to
it. That's too bad; the vapors were quite lovely.
- 13 June 1997
- Friday the Fearteenth
Nick said I could probably find a seat on today's flight, and he was
right. Here I am on a plane ten kilometers above the ocean with lots of
empty seats. Nick said today would be a good day to fly because superstitious
people are afraid to fly on Friday the thirteenth. I'm skeptical about the
relationship of Friday the thirteenth to anything since I'm not aware of
any other relationships such as Tuesday the twentieth, Thursday the third,
Friday the thirtieth, et cetera.
I've mentioned this to a lot of people, none of whom are superstitious
about Friday the thirteenth. Actually, that's not quite right. Several people
associate the day with positive developments. (I'm not sure if that means
they're superstitious, positively superstitious, or anti-superstitious.)
Julie's the best: she said that since she was born on Friday the thirteenth
she was a thirteenophiliac. (Actually, that's not exactly what she said:
she used a Latin name I can't remember. I don't know any Latin, ergo the
- 14 June 1997
- Waste to Art and Back Again
John Random and Ed Leeper wrote a letter to the editor of the Coast
Weekly describing their recent art work.
We bought 91 used bicycles and bicycle parts and turned them into
a work of art that is an 11-foot by 18-foot framed free-standing jumble
of bicycles called "Homage to Henry Miller and Jackson Pollock."
Now we are trying to peddle it to the Monterey Peninsula Waste Management
District as a public art work called "Recycled."
- There's a lot to be said for sending art work directly to waste management
officials instead of using the traditional circuitous route. These lads
are on to something.
- 15 June 1997
- Running Water After Drinking
Suzie said I could spend the night in the living room or in the studio
down the hill. I said I'd prefer the quietness and privacy of the studio.
(I didn't mention my phobia about dog oil.) She said that was fine, but
that I should remember there wasn't any running water except in the house.
I thought it would be polite not to mention that, in my experience, there's
always running water after drinking.
- 16 June 1997
- Sultry Bliss
I saw an ad in a San Francisco newspaper illustrated with a photograph
of a headless woman in a bathing suit, long gloves, and high-heeled shoes.
In another San Francisco newspaper, a woman placed a similarly uncommon
SWF seeks young studs for spanking and pie-eating fantasies. Have
own butt plug. Bring pets. Willing to be tied up while I hurl watermelons.
- San Francisco is a caricature of San Francisco just as Paris is a theme
park on the theme of Paris; that's why both cities are so comfortable; knowable,
- 17 June 1997
- I'm Dead
Bad news: the Gordon Biersch Brewing Company estimates that there are
only "14,682 beers in your lifetime."
I am a dead man.
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