Holiday SpiritsYesterday I received a Christmas mailing from "your perfect hosts" at Liquorsave. It featured a variety of alcoholic beverages (including the "Superbooze wine of the year") as well as sugary and salty snacks. On a dark winter afternoon even this parody of holiday excesses has a certain appeal. 2 December 1996 The Polish Scottish WidowI met the Scottish Widow in the park today. She's actually not a widow at all, nor is she Scottish. "The Scottish Widow" is a young Polish model used by the Scottish Widows insurance company. Like most of the models I've met, she wasn't that attractive; she seemed rather chunky and ill-formed. 3 December 1996 Cold LightThe first light doesn't come through the small dirty attic window until after noon. 4 December 1996 Meretricious ContraptionI was disappointed in the quality of the exhibits at the annual Inventor's Exposition. To cite just one example, someone was demonstrating a "Baby Watch" contraption. It seemed like a good marketing idea to appeal to parents' paranoia that their kids would be stolen by slavers or mad scientists or some other deranged person. Unfortunately for the inventors, though, it obviously didn't work: someone had already stolen the kid by the time I got there and the alarm hadn't even sounded. 5 December 1996 Hardware Store ArtFor years I've wanted to present an exhibition of sculpture from a hardware store.The perfection of a key ring and the elegance of a paper clip are almost never appreciated. 6 December 1996 Fields of DesireI've never been able to play soccer very well. When I was younger I only played because I was attracted to one of the girls at school who liked to play. I was too distracted by admiring her to pay attention to the ball. Now that I'm older, I'm too distracted by the way the goals line to pay attention to the ball. 7 December 1996 Gluttonous Cod ProportionsThe Waterford Arms menu features fish and chips dinners in three sizes: "small, medium, and large." In practice, this translates to "bigger than the plate, bigger than your head, and bigger than your thigh." 8 December 1996 Unstable LadsI was walking down a country lane when I saw a small building designated "Stable Lads Accommodation." I told my companion that I doubted the structure could house many people. 9 December 1996 A Competent Undocumented FraudI read that David Williams was sentenced to six months in jail after pleading guilty to "one count of unauthorized practice of a profession." It all started after the TWA 747 blew--was blown?--out of the sky near New York. (They don't call it The Worst Airline for nothing.) Williams donned an army uniform and strolled into the crash site command center and proceeded to help coordinate helicopter flights for 12 hours. It took that long for the people there to agree that no one there knew who he was or why he was there. They all agreed Williams had done a splendid job--which is more than can be said of the New Delhi folks--but nevertheless ordered him out of the building. And then the ungrateful bureaucrats reported him to The Authorities, who sent him to the slammer for half a year. 10 December 1996 Improbable Domestic AccidentI set my coffee cup on the edge of the bathtub then forgot about it. A minute later I turned around and knocked it over. Instead of landing on the floor, however, it landed in the tub where the spill was easily washed down the drain. 11 December 1996 I'm Not In Right NowWhen I'm out walking around town or visiting friends I like to call my answering machine and leave short messages. This inexpensive practice is a source of great comfort and satisfaction. 12 December 1996 Unsatisfactory ImpersonationA huge new piece by Edward Kienholz has just gone on exhibit here. The huge construction, 280 sq. ft. of downtown, Rexburg, ID, is mounted in a billboard near the football stadium. 13 December 1996 The Truth About YellyfishJellyfish are the result of international semantic misunderstanding. In 1702, Lars Weløe, the eminent Norwegian biologist, gave an address to the British Academy of the Natural Sciences in which he described the "yellyfish." Weløe said yellyfish and he meant yellyfish, but the Academy reporter misunderstood, misinterpreting Weløe's Nordic accent. 14 December 1996 As Handsome as Baron RomeroNothing happened when I drank a bottle of Baron Romero, a cheap Spanish wine. As I drank a second, bottle, though, I began to become more handsome. By the end of the second bottle, I was as handsome as the baron himself. I won't like the way I'll look in the morning, but the moment it's delightful to be at one with the baron. 15 December 1996 Your Best Entertainment ValueI listened to an Interview with Ian Dury in which he admitted he stole the melody for his song Sex and Drugs and Rock & Roll from a bass solo on an old jazz record. He later confessed to the bassist what he'd done, but the other musician wasn't upset: he'd stolen his solo from an old Cajun folk tune. 16 December 1996 Know Who You're EatingThere's nothing like a wall of denuded turkeys to herald the onslaught of the year-end holidays. A local butcher leaves the heads on the birds "so you know who you're eating." Since he sells his stock of gallinaceous birds by weight, his real motive is of course to make more money. Still, it's a nice thought. And, as with everything else associated with the season, it's the thought that counts. 17 December 1996 PiggiesGovernment scientists have released a report suggesting that pigs' hearts be used in humans. As with most of these reports, ethics were not addressed, thus avoiding the moral debates associated with animal husbandry. I doubt most of the government bureaucrats thought much about pigs, who by all accounts are quite remarkable animals. I suspect they viewed the pigs as greedy unscrupulous creatures, which may have had a subliminal appeal to the politicians who are always trying to convert voters to their ideology. 18 December 1996 ThermolegometersThe natives here act more irrational than usual during the freezing winter months. The colder the weather, the fewer clothes they wear. In practice, this means I can accurately guess the temperature by noting the lengths of women's skirts. If it's relatively warm the women wear long skirts, but when they're wearing mini-micro-skirts I know it's painfully cold outside. On days like that it's safest not to venture out. 19 December 1996 Leonardo da Vinci's Vision"Creatures shall be see on the earth who will always be fighting one another, with the greatest losses and frequent deaths on either side. There will be no bounds to their malice; by their strong limbs the vast forests of the world shall be laid low; and when they are filled with food they shall gratify their desires by dealing out death, affliction, labor, terror, and banishment to every living thing; and from their boundless pride they will desire to rise toward heaven, but the excessive weight of their limbs will hold them down. Nothing shall remain on the earth or under the earth or in the waters that shall not be pursued, disturbed, or spoiled, and that which is in one country removed into another. And their bodies shall be made the tomb and the means of transit of all living bodies they have slain." 20 December 1996 Idea Grin Interrupting Somethingfirst own the wont tried while cake was shouted will cartwheels sudden children cakes up sigh dancing just shriek large saucepan went supple my forgotten hard and day hours prize thing take its nonsense matter ridiculous of sobbing mean oh on queerest one children into large animals her hungry found arm the grief foot the words difficulty rabbit people and little dead must things as them growing agree through two tasted languid be golden hatter gryphon follow difficulty wonder there water the ugly said lobster the riper queen be queen of hole fear gloves the to perhaps rabbit was here caterpillar uneasily tried from beginning to the ill the absurd said without them the direction roots what its tree itself replied suddenly graceful it was flamingo sneeze curious wonderful begin did hold vanished in name to gryphon king not fallen offended had forty-two down adventures pretending wings march at tone some the finger toes without thimble cat back breath fond expecting idea grin interrupting something caterpillar she a happens busily of could as fear found animals wasting gravy stolen pity well once will at the any chorus into their that's going the ground remember air voice fish waited enormous before moment uncommon caterpillar eagerly the asking its easy mouse was share might silence educations afterwards in the soup be alice five more of kept other eyes 21 December 1996 Art from MoneySince contemporary art's frequently about money, I thought it would be a good idea to make an unambiguous piece by making paper out of real money. Ritsuko Taho had a similar idea, but without my mercenary intent. I saw her work in a museum, where visitors were encouraged to combine shredded bank notes, soil and grass seed into a ball. The participants were then requested to write about money on a slip of paper and put the paper into the middle of the ball. 22 December 1996 Technical DifficultiesThe grim reaper came for my digital camera today. It--the camera, that is--has captured its last pixel for the foreseeable future. In this case, "the foreseeable future" is the remainder of 1996. It is with great reluctance that I am forced to supplement my scans with the Incredible Image Pak [sic] library of 65,000 "instant images" I confiscated from Mr. Allen Spanger a couple months ago. 23 December 1996 Santa Died for Your SinsAnne reported that when she was in Japan years ago found a store selling icons of Santa Claus nailed to a cross. According to local legend, the first Santa-on-a-cross was made years ago by a confused Japanese designer. I suspect it was actually a very clever business move: they've been selling well ever since the "mistake" was first marketed. 24 December 1996 The Most Wretched HolidayOh dear, another Christmas with its absurd customs. I feel obligated to send gifts to my friends and relatives who haven't needed or wanted any material things in years. Similarly, I must graciously accept--and appear grateful--for the various doodads and baubles I'm given. I have a devoutly religious Christian friend with a large family who quite enjoys the seasonal rituals, but for the rest of us, well, bah humbug. Arf, even. 25 December 1996 A Bad Taste in the MouthI always drink a lot on Christmas, and when I do I think of Ambrose Bierce."The day is associated with the barbarous custom of present-giving, present-taking and present-expecting; the solemn family dinners, hollow civilities and meaningless salutations; with the deception of children and downright lying; with mawkish editorials in the newspapers, warmed over from last year; with mental distraction relieved with flashes of physical prostration. Christmas, as observed in this country, leaves a bad taste in the mouth, and as a relaxation is not noticeably superior to a shuddering drunk. I have experimented with both, and I prefer the drunk."Bah humbug. 26 December 1996 Boing DayIt's Boing Day. There's no such thing as "Boing Day" of course, it's really "Bo[ecks]ing Day" but the "ecks" key--the one that comes after w and before y in the alphabet--is broken. It happened when I was boing with my rowdy nephews. (It's called boing day for a reason.) This broken keyboard is easperating, but at least it's the perfect ecuse to resume boing with the boys. 27 December 1996 Tangling with TwinkieI've always liked Twinkie ever since I met her as a little kitten. She never grew very large, but she compensates for her diminutive size with amazing speed and agility. We played with a piece of tinsel I dragged around the room. I thought I was keeping it a safe distance from her until I felt a claw glide through my hand. I never figured out how she did it; by the end of the games I had seven cuts on my hands, Twinkie's best score to date. I never bled on the carpet; a good time was had by all. 28 December 1996 Dazza for KingI've decided to run for King of England. I figure I'll take Liz and her boy Chuck by surprise since no one's challenged the current incumbents for decades, maybe centuries. I'm not sure; I've got a lot of research to do. That's OK; the election's not until 2006. 29 December 1996 ForeignI like eating ramen out of a bowl I bought at an Asian grocery store. The imported bowl's country of origin isn't labeled as Japan, China, Korea, or even India, but simply as "FOREIGN." It's an elegantly brief adjective that provides all the information xenophiles and xenophobes alike need to know. 30 December 1996 So It WentThis is my three hundred and sixty-fifth notebook entry of the year. I thought this would be the last one for the year, but I failed to take into account that 1996 is a leap year. So it goes. 31 December 1996 Perfect AttendanceLast new year's eve I decided to work on this notebook project daily for the entire year. And I did. So this new year's eve I'll have a few drinks (they're almost obligatory on the occasion, no?), wear a messy smile and my Perfect Attendance ribbon, and think of something different to do for 1997. last month | index | next month ©1996 David Glenn Rinehart |