Susanna was watching a STTNG episode today in the living room. Actually, Jonathan was watching Empire Stikes Back (or is it Emperor? Umpire?), and I had to leave the office while Ken was doing an interview, so I watched the end of that. “Leah…Leah…” “Turn back, I know where Luke is!” Anyway, then Susanna got to watch her Star Trek. Ken’s got like all of them but 2 taped. I think I mentioned that. And I was still in there, so I watched it too. It was one where Picard gets captured (she watched both part one and two of…
“Come in here, I want to show you how this works,” yelled Ken from the Studio. I dropped the book I was entering into the computer and ran into the next room. Ken was running some tape through one of the three reel to reelplayers in there. “This is called a pancake,” he said, as he spun tape off the roll without a reel around it. Then he quickly explained what he was doing as he expertly punched buttons, switched levers, and spun reels, leaving me with an even more vague impression of what it’s like to mix audio. He…
Hmm.. I’ve got way more e-mail than I can deal with. So quit complaining about not getting anything personal, and I’ll try to remember to add you to my mailing list. Right. Today. Hmm… Today. I’m beginning to think my moniker is correct. Especially with cars. No, I don’t get vomitted out onto beaches by sedans with stomachaches. I just seem to bring bad luck to vehicles. Like the dead battery day before last? I was running a bit later than usual this morning after printing some stuff out and taking (too much) time to read e-mail from the night…
Here’s something I just wrote my dad. — Some thoughts. It’s interesting being here in the East. People here have a mentality, a sense of culture, that Southerners aren’t aware about and folks out West simply don’t care. I’ve found myself most often leaning up against the wall in some corner, viewing the goings on with admiration yet alienation, woefully inarticulate and… I’m not sure where that thought was heading. Ken’s kids are… well, let’s say that Donut Man probably is below their level of sophistication. And BHV is, well… You have to understand that these kids read Sherlock Holmes…
Saturday, June 1, 1996 I did. I finally got up today after noon. I’ve got a nice room here. It’s upstairs with a slanty ceiling on one side and dormer windows jutting out. There’s just a double bed with shelf headboard and a lamp on top, a small chest of drawers, a watercolor and framed poster of “Intimate Landscapes” hanging on the walls, and a ceiling fan. It’s been chilly at nights here, but by the time I get up by eight, the sun makes the room a lot warmer, so I keep a window open. I’ve got the keyboard…