June 1, 2007
The next Ansel Adams?
M had an appointment today at 12:45 with his ticker doc. It’s now 1:36 and I just received this message and photograph, sent from his cell phone:
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June 1, 2007
Stupid. S-T-O-O-P-I-D Stupid.
We watched the National Spelling Bee finals tonight, where tiny people with giant brains collectively work to make us feel dumb as posts.
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May 31, 2007
La Traviata
It’s official: I love the opera.
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May 30, 2007
La la la laaaaaa
We’re going to the opera tonight. I’m very excited about this, as I’ve never been to the opera before. I’ve learned that we need to get there on time, preferably early, because if you’re late you have to wait in the lobby until the first intermission. I wish they would apply this rule at sporting events, as I’m tired of having to stand up in the middle of a play because people don’t realize that we’re there to actually watch the game and instead decide to go in and out of our row willy nilly.
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May 29, 2007
Velcro Baby
It seems Zozo has hit a new phase in her life. Our Parents as Teachers parent educator summed it up succinctly: The Velcro Phase.
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May 29, 2007
Oh, that’s where they are
Well, several mysteries were solved tonight.
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May 27, 2007
No hammock today
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May 27, 2007
Abstract
Sometimes I make images of things because I just like how they look. I like patterns and contrasts. Maybe you can’t even tell what it is, but I think that doesn’t matter. I look at it, and it pleases me. And maybe it’ll please someone else, too.
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May 27, 2007
Angst-free art
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about art, and being an artist, and what it all means, and I keep going back to the same old question that has plagued me for years:
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May 26, 2007
From this morning
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