- 26 June 2002
- No. 1,491 (cartoon)
- Were finally alone.
Were both alone.
- 27 June 2002
- Bambis Mother
- Hugh and I crashed a reception at the New Zealand embassy tonight, and Im glad we did. The Kiwis are showing off their wines, and theyre not bad. Whatever New Zealand wines lack in quality, our hosts have remedied with quantity. And food.
Venison, sir? droned a roaming server carrying a tray of skewered meat.
Venison as in Bambi? I asked.
Bambis mother, she replied with a plastic smile.
I was in the process of thinking of a clever response when a horde of voracious guests pounced on the server and quickly grabbed every shred of deer off her tray.
- 28 June 2002
- A Bad Month for Bassists
- Dee Dee Ramone died this month. John Entwistle died this month. Bass players are dropping like flies this month. I wonder how the drummers got June off?
- 29 June 2002
- Chronos and Chiros
- I recently read about chiros, a different species of time than chronos. Chronos is garden-variety, everyday time: a minute is a minute is a minute. Chirotic time, however, measures time in quality, by the value of the minute. For example, a minute spent at a boring job is one sort of minute, but a minute spent in amazement marveling at a new idea or experience is a different kind of minute entirely.
I decided to make more of my remaining minutes in this life of the chirotic flavor. What a lovely, romantic ideal!
When I started to investigate chirotic time, I discovered that its not always a good thing. I remembered the party last night, when I was pinned in a corner by one of the most boring people Ive ever met who insisted on telling me, in minute detail, about the myriad subtle differences between concrete and asphalt pavement. (Did you know that there are seventeen distinct types of concrete?) I would have gladly traded those five excruciatingly tedious chirotic minutes for five chronological minutes stuck in a traffic jam.
Time to stop writing.
- 30 June 2002
- Elizabeth Churchill and Frank, 2002
- Many years ago, I discovered that my photographs of people were fundamentally flawed when I realized that my portrait of Liz Young was unfinished. A few years ago, I made a series of portraits that I later denigrated as snaportraits.
Today, I made my first good portrait in a decade or two.
- Elizabeth Churchill and Frank, 2002
- When I met Elizabeth, I looked at the diamond rings on her left hand and concluded that she was married. Elizabeth is not married, but she does wear her late mothers rings for all the right reasons. Elizabeths mother died of colon cancer. Based on her familys sad medical history, Elizabeth asked for a thorough examination. And thats how she found the baby tumor in her belly.
Doctors removed the cancer, as well as half of Elizabeths large intestine. All the specialists now agree shes fine. (I think shes better than fine, but thats another story.)
Elizabeth named the scar on her torso, Frank. I think Frank is very handsome. Elizabeth doesnt know what to make of Frank; theyve only just met.
- 1 July 2002
- San Francisco Isnt in France
- The wise civic leaders on San Franciscos board of supervisors today outlawed public urination and defecation. I was surprised at this development; Id always assumed such acts were already illegal. After all, this isnt France.
The measure was opposed by advocates of the homeless people who haunt San Franciscos streets. They claimed that since San Francisco has few public toilets, the new law essentially made being homeless a crime. The august supervisors addressed this concern by ordering civil servants to publish a list of San Franciscos public toilets on the Internet.
Despite the politicians best efforts, I suspect full bladders will overrule the new legislation.
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