I visited Adam at school yesterday. He was just unpacking the pieces he'd sandcast the night befored; a series of tiles with a relief of the buddha on them.
Incidentally, Adam, thanks for the photoshop/custom brush tutorial.
I just got one of those rearview bike mirrors that clips onto your glasses.
I'm over half a century old, people. Isn't it amazing that I can keep on coming up with new ways to look like a dork?
Adam models some product, shortly before the conversation turned to what a bother it is to actually bake things, and maybe it'd be better to just snort the brownie mix, thus producing, yes, nostril fudge!
I saw Dr Williams yesterday to get my stitches removed. I've got to say, I really like him. Really decent fellow, good touch with the knife & needle, comforting manner, very dry sense of humor. And my massive head wound is healing nicely.
I wonder what life without my hideous deformity is going to be like. I think that, in general, I'll be glad not to have the wierd protruberance. Always made me self-conscious, especially after haircuts. I have a hard enough time getting people to take me seriously in the first place. I don't think that their having to stare at a big cranial anomaly while in conversation with me was helping matters any.
It'll be interesting to see how my young nieces & nephew react. They were always fascinated by uncle Bruce's head lump.
A guy on BART was doing this trancy dance movement thing,
looked a little bit like tai chi. I videoed him doing it. Another guy
sitting behind me wanted to know if I thought it was right to do that
without my subject's permission.
I assured him that I'd talk to the guy.
We both got off at Berkeley, and I handed him my card.
On the escalator, I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him
what that movement thing he was doing was. He told me that it
was an invasion to touch another person in public. I apologized,
asked him if he had been doing tai chi.
He told me that he practiced the art of silence..
So no video today...
...or that's what I was thinking yesterday when I wrote the above,
right after the incident. I mean, hell, the guy should be able to
silently practice his movement without some fool showing up with
an inquisitive nature and a camera, shouldn't he?
Yeah. Maybe. On the other hand, maybe going into your act on
public transport isn't the best way to practice silence. Maybe having
a stranger initiate a conversation with you doesn't have to be taken
as an invasion.
So, fuck that shit. Somebody does dance. Great.
I do video.
Here's a video of a guy doing a movement thing that I found interesting on BART. Enjoy!
Me & 55 fellow citizens sat in this room from 7:30am until 12:30pm yesterday. Then we were told to leave. Civic duty.
If it had been an airplane we'd all be in New York by now.
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Just about every vertical post in New Canaan right now has a purple satin ribbon wrapped around it, and an SUV parked in front of it. I have no idea what the purple ribbons signify.
Whoa, Nellie. Just looked it up. Here's the scoop. Apparently, the ribbons are for domestic violence awareness, there's 98 of them for the number of calls the New Canaan Domestic Violence Partnership received this past year. Do you suppose they chose purple because of its association with the color of bruised flesh?
The SUVs speak for themselves.
...und so weiter. You can see the entire photoset at my flickr account. Here's a handy click-here.
"Bruce, I need to tell you this. You'll appreciate...see this place right over there? Well, my paper route used to be right along here. And across the street right over, big house there was a judge lived there. Now the paper was three cents a day, eighteen cents for a week. So every week, I'd, and this judge was rich, you know. But at the end of every week, right along here, oh he was a son of a gun!"
Happy anniversary, Mary & Bruce!
Thanks, Bob & Carole!
"You know, Sweetie, I'd marry you all over again. If I had to."
Zippy little car. Mary & I drove up to Waveny today. I was a driving fairy princess.
Ramona's sure going to miss this car.
You know those stickers.... They say "One Less Car", and you sometimes see them wrapped around the horizontal tube of a bicycle, or stuck on somebody's messenger bag...
Well, bikes don't have bumpers, so maybe we shouldn't be stickering bikes. Cars have bumpers. Here's a "One Less Car" bumper sticker with a faint whiff of implied threat. Stick it to 'em.
At Rosenblum Winery, Alameda, CA. We tasted a few reds. I liked the second one, but after we'd (this was me & Mary & Tara & David out riding bikes) finished up at the winery, we pedalled on to St George Spirits and tasted a buttload of their infused Hangar 1 vodkas, so I can't remember anything that happened in that winery any too good.
A spider who built its web in some cattails. The fluff from the plants decorated his web. Huge mothern spider, by the way. Although it looked a little bit embarrased.
