2012.12.13 16:09
13 December
Fourteen cows were busy grazing at the farm's highest elevation, right next to the fence. I noticed they had names on their numbered ear-tags--Daphne, Kikki, and Tootsie were close enough for me to read. And then, on the last leg of my walk down in the woods along the creek, about 50 yeard in front of me, a small herd of deer sprang up from the creek and started sprinting up the hill toward the farm. As I got closer, four of them stopped half way up and turned around and watched me as I walked by. I whistled at them, clapped at them, but they just stood there and watched me. I thought I saw more than four though, and then I saw two and then one more little ones timidly catching up with the bigger ones. White tails again.
If I recall correctly, the Schlittenfahrt bathroom was a reenactment of the Duchamp gallery at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. You know, a urinal, peep-holes, a bride stripped bare, broken glass even, all the things you want in a bathroom. Wolfhilde's doin' just fine. She's taking up yodeling in the nude as she descends staircases. And yes, she has now hired me to design several dozen staircases for her. Gott sei Dank!
2006.12.13 21:03
Who killed Talkback?
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How's that book on Duchamp coming along? Are you busy as a Beirut bricklayer? Or are you just laying around waiting for your gynecologist to give you the thumbs up?
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