I’m meeting Otto, Curran, Masashi,
and Curran’s class at 6:30pm at the
Asian Art Museum. Kit Robinson
is gigantic like The Crave. Ashbery’s
Three Poems is dull (time will tell,
time will tell). Work is work. I had
lunch today with a gull flying over
Civic Center Park. He has thinned
and is as cute as ever. It is what it
is (neurotic, for example). I have
a follow up doctor’s appointment
for my non-kidney stones early
tomorrow morning. It is almost
May. Unbelievable.
(at Straw-
berries on Fillmore, which is
just past Starbucks and through
the sugared and whipped cream;
so bring your ducks [which were
galoshes in the 80s, unless I just
made that up]).
Oh, and tonight’s movie is Le samouraï.
