- 30 January 2003
- No. 5,732 (cartoon)
- Ill never forgive you.
That means youll never forget me.
Youre more abhorrent than I thought.
- 31 January 2003
- An Increasingly Tiresome Contemporary Mantra
- Scientists go on and on and on some more about stopping time. So what? I have photographs of friends from thirty years ago. Theyre as frozen in time as ancient insects in amber. I think scientists take science much too seriously, just as artists take art much too seriously.
I believe that I just discovered the essential nexus between art and science.
Art and science, art and science, art and science. Art and science is an increasingly tiresome contemporary mantra. And now it could be time for a nap.
- 1 February 2003
- Need Another Seven Astronauts
- Neil woke me up with an early-morning phone call.
David, Neil queried, What does NASA stand for?
Need Another Seven Astronauts, I replied on somnambulist autopilot.
So I guess you heard, Neil said dejectedly.
Lets see if I understand whats going on before my first double-espresso, I said. You woke me up with a joke thats twenty-years old to tell me another space shuttles toast.
Actually, the last shuttle blew up only seventeen years ago, Neil replied. Until this morning, that is.
- 2 February 2003
- Martini Rice for One
- For years, Ive never been able to cook the right amount of rice for a solo lunch. I inadvertently cook too much, with predictable results. But that was before I discovered a second use for my martini glass.
It turns out that the same humble glass that delivers a modestly-sized cocktail also serves as a perfect measure for rice. One glass of rice, two glasses of water, the odd vegetable or two, perhaps part of something that used to swim, and its lunch. With a provocatively empty glass.
- 3 February 2003
- No More Play, No More Art
- Lou Harrison died yesterday. A heart attack at eighty-five. Not a bad way to go, I suppose.
I never really appreciated Lous music; he was too intelligent for me. I do, however, fondly remember visiting him at his home in Aptos, California. Dr. Wiles, who accompanied me on the introductory trip, looked at the Pacific Ocean vista and opined, it must be wonderful to listen to the ocean.
Hell, no! Lou replied. (This was some fifteen years ago, so Im paraphrasing.) How can anyone think with all that noise?
I inherited that lovely anecdote from Lou along with two beautiful quotes.
There are so many musics that Im attracted to. Im fortunate that I laid out my toys on a very large acreage when I was very young.
When theres no more play, theres no more art.
Very large acreage, no more Lou play, no more Lou art.
- 4 February 2003
- Meeting Johnny Winter
- Julianna invited me out for drinks tonight, so I of course accepted. (Even though I have no manners, even I know enough not to decline a free drink.) When I sat down with Julianna at her table, I immediately recognized one of her guests.
Forgive me for asking, I began, but arent you Johnny Winter?
Johnny nodded, in passing.
Im sorry I wasnt sure, I said, you look completely different from the way I remember you from high school.
Thats very strange indeed, Johnny agreed, you look exactly the same as you did fifty years ago.
I smiled, blushed, and left.
Johnny Winter is an hombre!
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