- 2 July 2005
- No. 9,353 (cartoon)
- My partners dead.
- 3 July 2005
- Guacamole Conservation Strategy
- I like guacamole; who doesnt? And for that reason, the avacado-based dip is usually the first thing to go at a party. I usually get all the guacamole I want, though, because I know the origin of the word avocado.
Avocado comes from the Aztecs Nahuatl language, and means fruit of the avocado tree and testicle. I wonder which definition was first? Perhaps the ancient Aztecs who discovered the first testicle said, Damn, that sure looks like the fruit of an avocado tree!
Petra served some excellent guacamole at her party this afternoon, so I employed my guacamole conservation strategy. Its simple: I just stand by the chips and guacamole, and greet everyone who approaches the table with the same question. Say, did you know that the word avocado comes from the Aztec word for testicle? A few people still go for the guacamole, but most shuffle away with a nervous smile.
- 4 July 2005
- European Political Clichés
- Im delighted when clichés come to life, and so it was that I took great pleasure in reading about Frances Jacques Chirac launching the latest verbal assault on the British, a tradition that goes back to a time before the two countries existed.
You cant trust people who cook as badly as that, Chirac told the leaders of Germany and Russia. After Finland, its the country with the worst food.
Chirac continued after Gerhard Schroder and Vladimir Putin laughed at his centuries-old stereotype.
The only thing they [the English] have ever done for European agriculture is mad cow, Chirac added.
The thing one must remember about the French, retorted Britains Tony Blair, is that all the smart and ambitious citizens were killed during the revolution, and all the ones with a modicum of spine died in subsequent wars. And thus what we have today is a nation of primitive agricultural peasants subsisting on European Union handouts.
I think the British and the French would be lost without each other.
- 5 July 2005
- Creative Korean Accounting
- I received a phone call this morning from an accountant at one of the organizations that funded my recent trip to Korea; she asked me to explain some seventy dollars in miscellaneous expenses.
Oh, I replied, it says on the receipts; those were for office supplies.
You needed that many office supplies for a week? she asked with professional skepticism.
It was for those ridiculously expensive little ink cartridges, I lied. My portable printer blew one of the centrifugal Meizner pumps and it went through globs of ink.
Oh, I see, she responded, even though we both knew that she didnt.
In fact, the receipts provided printed documentation of all the beer and kimchi I purchased from grocery storess. But, since she couldnt read the Korean characters, she was happy to pay for my OBs and snacks.
I wonder if there just might be such a thing as a centrifugal Meizner pump?
- 6 July 2005
- German Plagiarism
- Heinrich sent me a a note asking how I felt about being plagiarized along with copy of a Lufthansa ad featuring three glasses of wine. (He was referring to a piece I did five years ago, The Three Stages of Flight.)
I told Heinrich it was fine with me if some poor, unimaginative advertising serfs in Frankfurt appropriated my work. (I used the word appropriate in the spirit of fairness, since I never plagiarize, but I do appropriate freely.) I added that I also didnt mind the Germans lame homage since their imitation was inferior to my original.
- 7 July 2005
- Double-Barrelled Sculpture
- Lynn took me to see an exhibition of sculptures at the Paradise Ridge Vineyard in Santa Rosa this afternoon. I didnt care much for the work, most of which seemed to be sculptures that were supposed to look like good sculptures. Or perhaps my perception was skewed because of the fierce sunlight as well as the nasty poison oak.
Id just about given up on having an aesthetically rewarding experience when I finally found a piece I liked. The untitled sculpture consisted of a couple of two hundred and fifty-five gallon oak wine barrels, one of which appeared to be half saturated with red wine. Both barrels had a question mark chalked on the front.
The work smelled just a bit like vinegar, a rare olfactory dimension. I wonder why so much art stinks figuratively and so little art stinks literally?
When I asked a curator about the piece, he told me he was not a curator; he added that Id wandered out of the sculpture garden and onto the vineyards loading dock. As for my favorite sculpture, it turns out that he and his learned colleagues were trying to figure out what was fermenting inside the old barrels.
- 8 July 2005
- Shannons Bathroom Rug
- Shannon draped her bathroom rug over her shower stall; it looked like a big, furry tongue. Everything looks more interesting sitting on a toilet.