October 20th, 2001

alone on a swing

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I just drove home through the thickest fog it has ever been my displeasure to experience. I couldn't see a yard in front of my car, and the road has this curvy section at the peak of the hill that doesn't have street lights. I was laughing as I came out of it, but that was only nerves. Note to self: Do not drive home at 11 at night with fog on that road again.
alone on a swing

The color of money, the smell of art.

This is kind of nifty:
http://www.jsgboggs.com/whois.html

It's about this artist named J.S.B. Boggs that I first heard about on the PBS program Egg. He draws money. Then he goes to restaurants and trades his "money" for a meal, insisting on change from the face value of the drawing if the owner agrees to the trade. He even gets a receipt. Then he takes the receipt, frames it with the restaurant address, and hangs it in his gallery. Serious collectors of art see the receipt, then go to the restaurant owner to try and buy the drawing from them. If they succeed, they then spend a few thousand buying the receipt, so as to own the complete piece of art.

If you owned a restaurant and some lunatic wanted to pay for his meal with a drawing of a fifty dollar bill and insisted on change for it, would you do it? I would. But I wouldn't part with such a unique piece of performance art unless the collector who came to me was offering at least $500 for it. Real dollars. Net gain: $450. Heh.
alone on a swing

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I went to a family gathering this afternoon to celebrate the birthdays of my neice and one of my cousins. Surprisingly, it was pretty fun. My brother-in-law gave himself a really cool pin-ball machine and let us all play it. Very neat. And my sister let me make beaded bracelets, so I could ignore our mother, aunt, and grandmother screaming at each other about religion and shit. I didn't feel the need to hide once. And my neice and her brother were so cute because they dressed up and a princess and a prince.