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An Artist’s Notebook of Sorts

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Weak XXXVIII

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18 September 2011

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No. 2,699 (cartoon)

This is the five-hundredth cartoon I’ve been in!

Don’t confuse repetition with accomplishment.

19 September 2011

Trillions of Footy Bacteria

Jorge told me that I have about a trillion bacteria on each foot. I didn’t argue; I thought it would be rude to point out that my personal hygiene is much better than his.

20 September 2011

The Husk versus the Kernel

Seymor asked me a few perfunctory questions about how I was doing with my new project before he got around to blurting out the question he called to ask, “What’s in it for me?”

“Oops, nope, strike that,” he continued. “What I meant to ask is whether we might leverage our strategic synergies to create a more robust paradigm to enhance shareholders’ value?”

“There’s no money for you here,” I replied. I knew I’d be wasting my time pointing out that there are many currencies more interesting than money. He’ll never understand that, but Henrik Ibsen did.

“Money may be the husk of many things, but not the kernel. It brings you food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintances, but not friends; servants, but not faithfulness; days of joy, but not peace or happiness.”

21 September 2011

Smells like Academia

Rodney described his school notebook as an amazing object. He explained that it contained transcripts of his professors’ lecture notes.

“What’s exceptional about that?” I asked.

“The methodology,” he replied. “The words went from their pages to mine without passing through anyone’s brain.”

Smells like academia to me.

22 September 2011

Laughing Sooner and Later

My adventure with Ruth tonight ended in an embarrassing fiasco.

“What now?” I asked.

“If we’re going to laugh about this later,” she replied, “We may as well start now.”

So we did.

23 September 2011

Silence Going Backward

“Silence moves faster when it’s going backward.”

That’s the only Jean Cocteau quote I’ve read that I can’t understand, and for that reason it’s one of my favorites.

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