waltwrites

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 00:05:17 GMT

For some reason things were a little whackey and I stopped even reading - but that was a mistake.

NOW - lets get our heads and calendars and shit together and figure out how to accommodate Colin & Anna's idea - after soup (which was a little Santa Fe laden with my political and environmental pals) and the idea was maybe we should just do a Johnnie - Johnnie & our pals (since I'm not a Johnnie but am a pal) weekend semi-debaucherie at my house in the fall. This would, of course, involve a major party...but a more extended one. A kind of "weekend in the country where Chela takes her cloths off just to sustain the reputation" so of thing.

We've got a lot of graduate school schedule crap going on, so getting a date that works will be complicated but - maybe Columbus Day weekend?

Get back to me and each other on this. We NEED Detroit! And Sunnyvale! And Maryland. And Boston! And Denver! - and whoever you think we also need.

Some decades ago

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 05:36:15 GMT

in a political speech, A. Lincoln said, "we must disenthrall ourselves." I've always taken that to mean that we must separate our self-absorption with our place in the moment and examine the moment itself. And tonight I recieved the following in the mail from a truly beautiful woman in her mid-fifties, who spends her time developing grass-roots based literacy programs for the homeless, the indigent, the occupants of public housing, and everyday folks who drive buses and fire trucks and work for hourly wages who genuinely cannot read in any language.

I commend it to you. It is a poem by Martin Espada, Brooklyn-bred latin poet, now on the faculty at UMass Amhurst. His is a voice with which we would do well to enlighten our vanities, our indulgences, our concerns, our conceits. His is a voice of harsh truth worthy of our attention:

Imagine the Angels of Bread

This is the year that squatters evict landlords,gazing like admirals from the rail of the roofdeck or levitating hands in praise of steam in the shower;

this is the year that shawled refugees deport judges who stare at the floor and their swollen feet as files are stamped with their destination;

this is the year that police revolvers,stove-hot, blister the fingers of raging cops,and nightsticks splinter in their palms;

this is the yearthat dark skinned men lynched a century ago return to sip coffee quietly with the apologizing descendants of their executioners.

This is the year that those who swim the border's undertow and shiver in boxcars are greeted with trumpets and drums at the first railroad crossing on the other side;

this is the year that the hands pulling tomatoes from the vine uproot the deed to the
earth that sprouts the vine,the hands canning tomatoes are named in the will that owns the bedlam of the cannery;

this is the year that the eyes stinging from the poison that purifies toilets awaken at last to the sightof a rooster-loud hillside, pilgrimage of immigrant birth;

this is the year that cockroaches become extinct, that no doctor finds a roach embedded in the ear of an infant;

this is the year that the food stamps of adolescent mothers are auctioned like gold doubloons, and no coin is given to buy machetes for the next bouquet of severed heads in coffee plantation country.

If the abolition of slave-manacles began as a vision of hands without manacles,then this is the year;

if the shutdown of extermination camps began as imagination of a land without barbed wire or the crematorium,then this is the year;

if every rebellion begins with the idea that conquerors on
horsebackare not many-legged gods, that they too drown if plunged in the river,then this is the year.

So may every humiliated mouth,teeth like desecrated headstones,fill with the angels of bread.

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 01:08:57 GMT

At dinner the other night in Albuquerque with Geoff & Carissa and Anna and Colin & Vail there was a discussion about Keith Oberman on MSNBC - I'd never watched him - I do now - he's great. AND the idiot who runs NBC is trimming 750 Jobs primarily from MSNBC & CNBC and I fear that Keith Oberman's is going to be one of those jobs.

The guy is smart & rational and funny and never has to go beyond the truth to make the point.....it isn't satire - it doesn't need to be.

Thanks guys and remember - if you have NBC stock (ha ha - well ha ha except for Vail - who might) call em up at Blackrock and raise hell.

Headline: Soup not homeless!

Sat, 05 Aug 2006 13:08:14 GMT

Not for myself, mind you, but for Soup, I have settled upon a house presently owned by my former bookeeper, Michael, and eventualy to be owned by me. It is not in tony northeast Santa Fe near St. Johns, but in about-to-be very stylish southeast Santa Fe, not far from the Community College. There is an income producing apartment in the barn, and even with renting a bedroom and bath on the lower floor there will be a guest room. The master has a queer-eye round jacuzzi tub and very hip shower and good closets. The downstairs living room may become a media room (how bourgois is that?)

All that is left is to move. I'm contemplating just burning this place down or maybe firing some Katyushas at Israel and let them pinpoint bomb my stuff so I don have to move it. Except for the pots I make Soup in. I know I should be planning the move but somehow can't bring myself to start the planning. It is all supposed to happen before the end of August. That's month after next. right?

Who says there aren't real relationships.

Wed, 08 Feb 2006 14:58:04 GMT

In Monday's New York Times there was an exceptionally long obit for Ronald Hector who died at 66. Mr. Hector was the senior front desk feller at the Carlyle Hotel and in my Carlyle days I came to admire the calm and ease with which he delt with many difficult folk - including my boss and his family.

So I read the obit.

And I discovered that Mr. Hector, born in Brattleboro Vt. in 1939, is survived by "his friend" Martin Sonkin. To quote the Times, "He graduated from the University of Vermont, where he met Mr. Sonkin in a freshman math class. The two owned houses in Kew Gardens Hills, Queens, and Berlin, NY."

Sometimes it actually works.

So much for being devastated

Fri, 06 Jan 2006 06:06:50 GMT

I was talking with the mother of my godchildren today about Brokeback Mountain and she pointed out to me that while she understands why I am fairly shattered by it, I have to remember that I am surrounded by the very best people with whom I have had the great good fortune to forge truly enriching relationships. She then suggested that "besides - you can't just sleep with everybody you like." Wish I knew why not.

Could it be my mood?

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 23:10:58 GMT

Dinner party last night with a former LA DA and his wife, a producer and his wife, an art director,and the wife of a former agent (big time) who is now on the UK staff of the Getty Museum.... the usual hollywood type suspects, in a really traditional Beverly Hills mansion type house. The conversation ranged from Gene McCarthy's death (everybody but me and Bryn had a McCarthy personal anecdote...of the can you top this variety) and I drew a deafening silence when I said I was pro RFK from the start, worked advance for him in Indiana and then worked on the Humphry campaign. Next conversation, death Penalty.....because the Governator has a clemency decision to make - that was a fist fight splitting the table in half, with the former DA lecturing at considerable length....then on to the problems being faced by the Director of the Getty - about which I know a great deal - but unlike everybody else at the table, the director is not a "friend of mine" and I haven't traveled with him so whatever I had to say was ignored...it is interesting how active "ignoring" someone can be here in LA.I kept talking about the issues while the "friends" of the director kept talking about whether or not he should have flown first class to Scotland to accept an honorary degree from the University of Edinburgh and whether it's ok for him to drive a Bently paid for by the Getty. I did get a little attention when I said I didn't know what all the fuss was about since JP Getty was a Robber Baron and it should be no surprise that buying looted antiquities or driving extravagant cars paid for with other people's money was a common museum practice..... since behaving like a robber baron appeared to be ingrained in the ethos of not just the firm but the Museum as well.

Fortunately, I liked the host and hostess - he's in his late 70's with a totally eclectic and fascinating collection of paintings and objects....beautiful stuff - all museum quality or better - and obviously selected because he and his late wife loved it. His new wife, in her late 40's but not "a babe" - instead a really intelligent nice woman. They were wonderful. Everyone else was not nice, not pleasant, competative, and for the most part, full of shit. Ira Reiner was DA here until '92 - and his wife is a rent-a-judge, and they are social and political bullies. The rentajudge managed to gleefully insult me about three times through the evening....the quite obviously gay art director was ok at dinner doing a fairly smart rap about the death penalty and sexual repression, but after dinner he actually defended Walmart, saying "it was easy to live in Beverly Hills and be liberal and critical of Walmart" - and when I pointed out that I didn't live in Beverly Hills, and that I had lived where I had to shop at Walmart and that both my cleaning lady and man who helped in the garden had worked at Walmart, and that I actually knew something about it - he just dismissed it like I wasn't there - but my hostess came to my rescue pointing out that Walmart was the only store that had bought the art directors latest film for distribution (some animated clay thing with bears) which gave him an opportunity to go on about how all the major movie companies have buildings in Bentonville Arkansas because they distribute 40% of all the dvds in the country...blah blah blah.

Good thing I wasn't drinking.

Since there were at least 4 members of the Motion Picture Academy at the table I was able to determine that Capote is probably Oscar for best picture and Phillip Seymor Hoffman definately for best actor. None of which I needed to dine with a group of assholes to find out.

Dinner, however, was superb - brussel sprouts tossed with pine nuts and parmagianno; really good dry baked/broiled egg plant and zuchini, brown rice with raisens and caramom, a really bitter salad & some chicken which I ignored.....and an absolutely killer wine. About the food only one complaint - not enough wine. Aging, opinionated Jews do not drink enough to be much fun.

If I could remember what films my host produced it would be impressive, but alas, I cannot.

I don't find it surprising

Sat, 10 Dec 2005 05:54:47 GMT

that the two Fresian horses I met today, about 4, vertiable teenagers, geldings, calm and steady and smart, were way more interesting and engaging to me than the two French couples at dinner last night - even though they were smart and attractive and cultured (and the blond woman in one couple looked 24 and sounded 44, and either was an extremely cultured kid or had a truly astonishing plastic surgeon.) Had either French couple gotten snot on my blue blazer I would have been pissed.....but the gooey horse-snot on my blazer from the Fresians was worn like a badge of honor through 4 meetings and a lunch today. I keep thinking it would be nice to have a whiskey with these two horses and a conversation about just what complete assholes the French are.

Thank the Gods

Fri, 02 Dec 2005 04:32:47 GMT

for Denver and my friends in it all of whom I love more than words can say.

Just in case we were

Tue, 13 Sep 2005 16:27:46 GMT

wondering about the condition of mankind in the English Speaking World these days, we might consider facts, as reported by the BBC today.

1. Next to the committee which wrote the Holy Bible, the biggest selling author in the English Language is Agatha Christie.
2. The British just filled Trafalgar Square with cheering limeys, the occasion – to welcome Britain’s successful team in the Ashes Cricket Match in Australia, after delivering the highest ratings ever experienced on the UK’s Channel 4. This for a game that is somewhat like watching paint dry.
3. The Irish Loyalists in the North have spent three nights attacking their own police because
they have been "marginalized" in the Peace Process because they were not allowed to march through - (and by extention, start riots in) Catholic neighborhoods.
4. And perhaps as a lesson in contrasts – the Norwegians, not English Speaking People, have just thrown out their Center Right government which was offering tax cuts and replaced it with a leftist party that will increase welfare payments.

I wonder if it’s too late to become NOT an English speaking person.

A Political Though

Thu, 28 Jul 2005 00:28:16 GMT

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double-edged sword. It both emboldens the blood, just as it narrows the mind.... And when the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate and the mind has closed, the leader will have no need in seizing the rights of the citizenry. Rather, the citizenry, infused with fear and blinded with patriotism, will offer up all of their rights unto the leader, and gladly so. How do I know? For this is what I have done. And I am Caesar."

Julius Caesar
WS

And they spent their time trying to get us to memorize "Friends, Romans, Countrymen....." when the above paragraph is the one should be burned in the heart and mind of every citizen of this republic or any other.

Well, I suppose we all should be aware of this.

Sat, 16 Jul 2005 00:15:07 GMT

Even thought I sent it to some in an email, here it is in a post. Why I'm so obsessed with this I'm not quite sure. I'm from the Lewis Black school, wherein all politicians these days are lying assholes. And while I concur with Black that the Republican Party is the Party of Bad Ideas and the Democratic Party, the party of no ideas," this information really triggers my Orwellian anxieties.

Like the guys who war the uniform or went to war are generally opposed to going to war.....and the guys who played with their toy soldiers, themselves, and shot small furry or feathered things are sure war is a pretty good idea.

Maybe Somebody (Colin?) should research the same list to see how many of the folks have sons or daughters who have worn the uniform.

When Hannity and Bush et al [ Rove ] use the term " strong on defense" what
>they mean is that liberals are weak , wussies, and afraid. Lets see if that
>holds up:
>
>Democrats:
>
>* Richard Gephardt: Air National Guard, 1965-71.
>* David Bonior: Staff Sgt., Air Force 1968-72.
>* Tom Daschle: 1st Lt., Air Force SAC 1969-72.
>* Al Gore: enlisted Aug. 1969; sent to Vietnam Jan. 1971 as an army
>journalist in 20th Engineer Brigade.
>* Bob Kerrey: Lt. j.g. Navy 1966-69; Medal of Honor, Vietnam.
>* Daniel Inouye: Army 1943-47; Medal of Honor, WWII.
>* John Kerry: Lt., Navy 1966-70; Silver Star, Bronze Star with Combat V,
>Purple Hearts.
>* Charles Rangel: Staff Sgt., Army 1948-52; Bronze Star, Korea.
>* Max Cleland: Captain, Army 1965-68; Silver Star & Bronze Star, Vietnam.
>* Ted Kennedy: Army, 1951-53.
>* Tom Harkin: Lt., Navy, 1962-67; Naval Reserve, 1968-74.
>* Jack Reed: Army Ranger, 1971-1979; Captain, Army Reserve 1979-91.
>* Fritz Hollings: Army officer in WWII; Bronze Star and seven campaign
>ribbons.
>* Leonard Boswell: Lt. Col., Army 1956-76; Vietnam, DFC! s, Bronze Stars,
>and Soldier's Medal.
>* Pete Peterson: Air Force Captain, POW. Purple Heart, Silver Star and
>Legion of Merit.
>* Mike Thompson: Staff sergeant, 173rd Airborne, Purple Heart.
>* Bill McBride: Candidate for Fla. Governor. Marine in Vietnam; Bronze Star
>with Combat V.
>* Gray Davis: Army Captain in Vietnam, Bronze Star.
>* Pete Stark: Air Force 1955-57
>* Chuck Robb: Vietnam
>* Howell Heflin: Silver Star
>* George McGovern: Silver Star & DFC during WWII.
>* Bill Clinton: Did not serve. Student deferments. Entered draft but
>received #311.
>* Jimmy Carter: Seven years in the Navy.
>* Walter Mondale: Army 1951-1953
>* John Glenn: WWII and Korea; six DFCs and Air Medal with 18 Clusters.
>* Tom Lantos: Served in Hungarian underground in WWII. Saved by Raoul
>Wallenberg.
>
>Republicans --
>
>* Dick Cheney: did not serve. Several deferments, the last by marriage.
>* Dennis Hastert: did not serve.
>* Tom Delay: did not serve.
>* Roy Blunt: did not serve.
>* Bill Frist: did not serve.
>* Mitch McConnell: did not serve.
>* Rick Santorum: did not serve.
>* Trent Lott: did not serve.
>* John Ashcroft: did not serve. Seven deferments to teach business.
>* Jeb Bush: did not serve.
>* Karl Rove: did not serve.
>* Saxby Chambliss: did not serve. "Bad knee." The man who attacked Max
>Cleland's patriotism.
>* Paul Wolfowitz: did not serve.
>* Vin Weber: did not serve.
>* Richard Perle: did not serve.
>* Douglas Feith: did not serve.
>* Eliot Abrams: did not serve.
>* Richard Shelby: did not serve.
>* Jon Kyl: did not serve.
>* Tim Hutchison: did not serve.
>* Christopher Cox: did not serve.
>* Newt Gingrich: did not serve.
>* Don Rumsfeld: served in Navy (1954-57) as flight instructor.
>* George W. Bush: failed to complete his six-year National Guard; got
>assigned to Alabama so he could campaign for family friend running for U.S.
>Senate; failed to show up for required medical exam, disappeared from duty.
>* B-1 Bob Dornan: Consciously enlisted after fighting was over in Korea.
>* Phil Gramm: did not serve.
>* John McCain: Silver Star, Bronze Star, Legion of Merit, Purple Heart and
>Distinguished Flying Cross.
>* Dana Rohrabacher: did not serve.
>* John M.. McHugh: did not serve.
>* JC Watts: did not serve.
>* Jack Kemp: did not serve. "Knee problem," although continued in NFL for 8
>years.
>* Dan Quayle: Journalism unit of the Indiana National Guard.
>* Rudy Giuliani: did not serve.
>* George Pataki: did not serve.
>* Spencer Abraham: did not serve.
>* John Engler: did not serve.
>* Lindsey Graham: National Guard lawyer.
>* Arnold Schwarzenegger: AWOL from Austrian army base.
>* Ronald Reagan: due to poor eyesight, served in a non-combat role making
>movies.
>
>Pundits & Preachers
>
>* Sean Hannity: did not serve.
>* Rush Limbaugh: did not serve (4-F with a 'pilonidal cyst.')
>* Bill O'Reilly: did not serve.
>* Michael Savage: did not serve.
>* George Will: did not serve.
>* Chris Matthews: did not serve.
>* Paul Gigot: did not serve.
>* Bill Bennett: did not serve.
>* Pat Buchanan: did not serve.
>* Bill Kristol: did not serve.
>* Kenneth Starr: did not serve.
>* Antonin Scalia: did not serve.
>* Clarence Thomas: did not serve.
>* Ralph Reed: did not serve.
>* Michael Medved: did not serve.
>* Charlie Daniels: did not serve.
>* Ted Nugent: did not serve. (He only shoots at things that don't shoot
>back.)
>* John Wayne: did not serve.

Now I generally don't do this but

Sat, 25 Jun 2005 02:49:48 GMT

I'm posting some information about a benefit - it's for Warehouse 21 which is a very very fine art center for kids just down the road from Site Santa Fe.

It's at the lensic - on Tuesday night the 28th - particulars below - 10 bucks a head - a big screen presentation of the movie Woodstock. Lisa Law, who was involved in the film is gonna be there as is my client, and very dear friend John Morris - billed as "the voice of woodstock" who was the production manager there, and later ran the Filmore East for Bill Graham, owned his own rock club in London, the Rainbow, and managed tours for groups including the Dead, the Moody Blues and Wings (that would be Paul & Linda McCartney).

If you've never seen Woodstock on the big screen - or at all - this is an excellent opportunity to do so.

Now I know that only a couple of you are still in Santa Fe, so this is mostly to you....and anybody you want to spirit along.

Woodstock"
The director's cut!
at the Lensic Performing Arts Center
Just when we need Peace and Love the most... Get a taste of it at
the Lensic Performing Arts Center
Tuesday, June 28th at 6:30 pm.
We are going to have a love-in!!!!!

The Lisa Law Film Festival is back! "Woodstock" The director's cut!

You missed the concert but don't miss the movie!!! Be there or be square!!!!

Tell all your friends, bring your neighbors, your kids and your parents. Get a tour of Lisa Law's psychedelic bus SILVER and win a prize if you are the first person to recognize Lisa in the film. There will be a raffle for a Bob Dylan photo from the good old days.

We also have a special guest appearance by the "Voice of Woodstock", John Morris who will be introducing the film.

Get your tickets early at the Lensic Performing Arts Center Box office or at W21. $10 general admission or $25 for three tickets.

Let's show W21, the Teen Center we care!!! Let's fill the house !!!! All proceeds go to W21.

For more info call W21 at 989 4423.Tickets call The Lensic Performing Arts Center at 988 1234.
Made possible through a Sponsorship Grant from the Lensic Perfoming Arts Center.

Oh yeah - I'll be there.

Is it possible that the only times I will ever post again

Sun, 12 Jun 2005 16:20:58 GMT

are when I've just finished another Murakami novel? Given how slow a reader I am, this means only a handful of posts remain on the horizon. I just finished - as in about 30 minutes ago - Norwegian Wood. I ordered Tristam Shandy from the diesal bookstore in Malibu, but they instead got a copy of a critique of Tristam Shandy & since I think I should read the book before reading the desconstruction of it, I wandered casually over to the "m"s - and there was Norwegian Wood....in my hand....out the door. (Well, I paid first by I am so old fashioned about that kind of thing.)

Still in California, still don't know for sure when I'm going home. I wonder how long it will take to put my head back together when I get back to New Mexico. It's not broken...it's just sort of deconstructed itself. It could be that this this state....of non-anxiety-ridden unclarity....as in....things are not at all where they should be...and by-the way-that's not only just fine, it's actually the way things should be.......is just the way I am now....and if it has nothing to do with being away from home for 4 months. I wonder if it means I can stop worrying about where things are....as in....the obsessive-compulsive house keeping....demand for order in all things? I doubt it.
I think I will go home sometime late next week or next weekend. I don't really want to pack the car & make the drive...but there's a new satellite radio in the car so I can be really faggy & sing along to show tunes all the way across Arizona. Almost makes me look forward to the drive.

Are the planets accellerating or something

Wed, 11 May 2005 00:27:23 GMT

because it seems like I'm traveling through a worm hole. Maybe it's not being home, or the cold, which is hanging on, but things sort of careen from one event to the other without reflection or contemplation and sometimes doing it all by nothing but habit.

In the hippsychojargon of the day, there's a lot of talk about being "present," "in the moment," "engaged." But these past few weeks, while I have been very much buffetted by those things going on around me, and have had to "act" both as in "take-action" and as in "appear to be engaged" I have not felt at all present through most of it. It's very difficult to tell whether this is a disengagement fostered by the Tao, or whether I'm just disconnected. I think it's the latter. The other day I wanted to test a new phone and dialed Buzz, assuming I would get an answering machine & could ask an unimportant question I'd been thinking about. Instead I got Buzz. And I couldn't get "into the moment" enough to talk, even nonsense, with him. That is very wierd because we are usually easily and intensly chatty.

What's wierd is that in crisis (and there have been a few) despite the general disconnect,I immediatly morph into hyperwarpdrive, gather data - analyze - recommend or act - and afterwards, I don't have any doubt or conflict about what I've done. But it still feels somehow disconnected.

The metaphore....I just got the metaphore....it's like a video game at a fairly advanced level with very high stakes - I'm playing alone, and the game is life is the game is life is the game is life and the missions keep popping up and sometimes I have to fire and sometimes leap and sometimes run and sometimes fly and there is no order to it. Way wierder than the penguines.

Just finished Murikami's The Wild Sheep Chase. Which could explain how I feel.

One of the truly great things about this journal

Wed, 20 Apr 2005 05:58:46 GMT

is that it is actually mine. And I can say here, without angst, that I am bloody exhausted from the travails of my fellow peoples. As in weary. I know that I will be ready for another round of god knows what tomorrow - but tonight - I would much rather be in a very interesting brothel in Morocco or Shanghai, employing mind altering substances and entralled by the engaging bodies of the sorts of people that go with them.

Two nights ago, I woke up dreaming about the morning work out. This morning, I woke up dreaming about the first class compartment of an Air Tokyo flight to Hong Kong and the trail of complete bullshit I was spinning to avoid giving up a seat for which I had no intention of paying. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. It really matters not, but my preference would be that tomorrow mornings dream entailed sex with anyone...or anything for that matter - well - perhaps not a rhino...unless a very cute one.

I didn't really notice what with the Pope and the woman but

Sat, 09 Apr 2005 20:32:38 GMT

somebody important actually died last week. Saul Bellow.

He was huge. And he is gone.

In the Times - a former student of his at Chicago, Edward Rothstein, wrote a column about SB and his attitude toward teaching/learning/writing/living. It is worthy of sharing.

“We are here, in this fallen state, riven by contradictions, given to understand some things, but never others, faltering in our wills, flawed in our abilities, uncertain in our actions. But that is where we must begin and there is no excuse for not taking the task seriously."

Rothstein said he did not learn this in class from SB, but in the books - and I like it much because it helps me understand exactly what I learned from the books, especially "Henderson".

And now about the DeLillo "Underworld" - if you haven't - do. If I've promised it to you, you'll get it when I'm done...but I'm slowing down. It's subtle - stylistically seated squarely in Dos Passos but less polemic hence more compelling - and its brilliant. I have to resist calling people up and reading passages to them but it's usually late at night and I'm often drunk so I don't.

And as for Satarnion's happy post - now it is official. EVERYBODY is getting laid but me.

Better than the Pope,

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 05:33:50 GMT

I am both alive and in California.

More than that I just don't have time to write. Hectic. I think that's about the best description.

That and I am damned glad for the guys that led me to the Tao - cause it's keeping my head above water just now...that and Kettle One.

Oh yeah - there was a rattlesnake in the house. He got out with the help of the pool-scooper-net-thing. Now he's on the hill I think. I would rather have a rattlesnake in the house than 117 bishops.

Quite obviously I'm not going to make any sense here - and I'm sober, just tired, but it seemed inappropriate not to post something after all these days.

I probably should negotiate with the Dr. to ghost write for me when I'm not quite up to it. The idea of having the Dr. ghost write my personal journal is somehow comforting. I've always wanted to have that kind of edge. And also to be Irish. And hung.

Stars in Motion

Sun, 20 Mar 2005 16:07:16 GMT

Things are, I think, looking up. The Soup Pix arrived - which certainly brightened my day today. And yesterday, spent the day at Santa Anita race track - picked 4 winners, won two boxed trifectas & finished the day $48 to the good, plus had a fine time in the bargain. This was fine.

Later today I'm taking my God Daughter (5 going on 40) to visit a 4 day old foal and ride a couple horses.

Things will be fine.

Reference the Grassroots conversation

Wed, 16 Mar 2005 03:19:58 GMT

while smoking on the porch with dancemonkey and Colin - take a look at this. The Dems in Colorado just booted the old party chairman. When next together, which I hope is soon we should talk about what is going on up there.

http://www.denverpost.com/Stories/0,1413,36%257E416%257E,00.html

And now, Live from Los Angeles

Tue, 15 Mar 2005 16:16:33 GMT

a question for you computer mavens and cyberwizards to ponder. When I change the time on my laptop from Mountain to Pacific, all the entries in my palm desktop calendar shift back one day. Is this some kind of computer game I don't know about?

It's 4 am and dinner is over

Sat, 12 Mar 2005 11:03:32 GMT

and it would appear a good time was had by all. Not much gin left - down a whole bottle of port and a few dead red soldiers. Dishes done - kitchen clean. Sober and awake, and it's 4 am. Traveling next. It was awful nice to see Anna and Colin and everybody else too.

And as for dreams

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 16:08:15 GMT

even without the tomato sauce, things are fairly wierd. I was, I thought, at the gym, but it was a Buddhist class not really meditation - more like a Buddhist prayer meeting with lots of singing and gestures - and I didn't know the hand signals or the phrases - however it ended up ok because I had my bagpipes - which I began to play just as the class was ending.

Made it

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 04:29:06 GMT

home tonight. Trying to think through the next 4 days. It's frightening.

Had an extraordinary dream last night, including in its cast my first wife, her boyfriend (a really cute Irish tenor - who I couldn't decide how much I hated)Chela, Jo, and my first wife's new boss - apparently an academic dean at Harvard, who had this incredible medieval office and with whom I spent hours discussing the history of philosophy, while watching the faculty in the great hall through the little window overlooking it, and the whole thing was accompanied by Grieg tone poem - the really sweeping one with the french horns and stuff. I think the tomato sauce on my cannelloni last night had something very very weird in it.

Satarnion - what about a quick weekend trip to Cambridge to visit Pat Carney (Luca's mom?) She and I are in email touch.

Oh yes - it was a fine fine trip,

Wed, 02 Mar 2005 07:05:35 GMT

which began with me leaping out of the Range Rover at the house of my friend who helps me with these big mailings - to leave some stuff with her - and dontchyaknow I locked the keys in the truck with the motor running. There is no spare key in New Mexico - but I went to the guy who does the work on it for my client and he showed me how to break into it. Which I did.

Arrived in Scottsdale 3 hours later than target. Had dinner with the show building crew at JB's (god are those places awful) and then spent half an hour trying to find the drivers for hte wireless network router thingy.....finally went online at 21 baud to download the drivers. I have got to do something about this Laptop. DR...COME HOME!

But now it works and I've delt with a couple dozen workey kind of emails and now am going to go to bed...and man does this hotel SUCK - no bar and NO Jacuzzi and the "gym" has a treadmill and that's what it has. We were gonna be at the very spiffy James, pools, bars, spas, full blown gym - but we got downgraded by budget to a Hampton Inn - and as Lauren Bacall once said, "What a Dump".

Can hardly wait to get to sleep and see how the French guy and Sara are doing.