I am in here.
Foot’s getting better, though, according to the doctor, the soft tissues could be healing a little faster. That’s what fun in LA gets you: a swollen foot. Buck called this morning – they’re in Amsterdam, having successfully, and stylishly, conquered their mountain. Eight days up, one down. Kilimanjaro a memory for the kid now. 17 … Continue reading Foot
It’s Sunday morning, and I’m horribly glad that I don’t have to be motivated. I did get enough sleep, though that was a chancy thing, what with the impromptu block party at 2:00 just outside the House of Blues next door, eventually followed by the police car, the sirens, and the policeman on the loudspeaker … Continue reading Sunday morning, very bright
I just had dinner with my friends Sid and Karen in their neighborhood which is close to where I’m staying. Apropos of lots of things, including this blog, Sid gave me a quote to enter (and I hope I got it right): The only thing that remains the same is the avante garde. — Oscar … Continue reading Dinner and a quote
Spain decides to put its head back up its arse (this is new??), and I decide to not spend the entire morning by the pool drinking champagne. I decide to spend the entire morning by the pool drinking Coke instead. At least one of us is smart!
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