- 30 July 2005
- No. 9,270 (cartoon)
- Your love is infectious.
Are the sores that obvious?
- 31 July 2005
- Happy Stare.com Birthday
- Ten years ago today I obtained the stare.com domain name. In another irrelevant number, this is my thirty-five hundredth notebook entry. And for a number thats not at all round, Im eighteen thousand, one hundred and three days old today.
I never met a number I didnt like, even those associated with birthdays, even mine.
- 1 August 2005
- Dada and Bacchus
- I went to Cabaret Voltaire this weekend. Of course, the real Cabaret Voltaire was in 1916; this one seemed like one of those earnest battlefield reënactments that are largely unconvincing in spite of all the attention to historical detail. I could also make an analogy to necrophilia, but wont.
I made a snarky remark to Andrei Codrescu when I saw him there; he correctly predicted that the evening would turn out well since there was plenty of wine. I left with my zinfandel to blood ratio favorably adjusted, and with a stolen bottle of wine in my jacket for dessert back at my laboratory.
Dada is dead, but Bacchus will live forever.
- 2 August 2005
- Beatnik Alert!
- Selena asked about dinner plans, so I suggested we go to North Beach and get a pizza.
Thats crazy talk! she exclaimed. Its wall to wall beatniks there because of some jazz festival.
I fear berets and goatees just as much as you do, I confided. Thats why I confirmed that the alleged festival was over before I suggested we go there.
We enjoyed the the clams and garlic, and only saw three relatively innocuous beatniks. As for the hippy problem, thats another story. No one ever said life in San Francisco was easy.
- 3 August 2005
- Ridiculous Aesthetic Extremism
- When I told Gina I was excited about my new art project, she asked me for specifics. I told her I couldnt provide any more information. Not only have I yet to create the new work, I havent even imagined what it will be.
I was pleased when Gina told me I was taking conceptual art to a ridiculous extreme; thats the only place it barely works.
- 4 August 2005
- Medicine and Fashion
- When I went for a physical today, I was somewhat unnerved by the tacky undergarments pinned to the wall surrounding an illustrated chart of the vascular system and viscera.
What was you inspiration for the new decor? I asked.
The usual, money, my doctor replied. The citys paying me really good money to see sex workers at night.
Do your services include fashion tips? I inquired.
Fortunately for you, I limit my professional advice to medical concerns, my doctor replied. Off the record, though, I think you dont exhibit the basic fashion sense of a crack whore on speed.
Although I dont think Ive ever seen a crack cocaine prostitute abusing methamphetamine, I thought it prudent not to debate the point.
- 5 August 2005
- Straight Croissants?
- Max, a fine baker who left the commercial ovens to pursue more lucrative pursuits in my laboratory, informs me that in France straight croissants are made with butter and curved ones arent. I forgot to ask him how a croissant cant be shaped like a crescent; dang!
I have no plans to return to France in the near future, and I have no position on butter. Nevertheless, Maxs dubious croissant assertion is a lovely example of the kind of useless information that makes life worth living.
- 6 August 2005
- A Troubling Beautiful Perspective
- Carmen and I argue all the time. We quite like each other; our squabbles are mostly recreational. For example, when I said that beauty is unrelated to age, Carmen predictably disagreed.
You wouldnt know it by looking at me now, she said, but when I was younger I was pretty enough to be a doctors wife or a high-priced prostitute.
I was about to laugh at her ridiculous statement when I saw genuine sadness in her eyes. And for once, I changed the subject to avoid another silly debate.
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