So I was addled for a minute, forgetting the Send button on the message
window is in the same place as the Check Mail button on the Inbox screen...
Consider that Part I.
I didn't take into account the social consequences of having suspect
taste in art; I found myself alone pretty quickly, so I wandered around
the AIC for a while. As I mentioned before, I got to see some work I've
long admired, did a little photography, and then headed out for some
coffee and a think about what to do. Cafe Descartes ("I Drink, Therefore
I Am") had a decent latte and an exceptional chocolate chip cookie and
most importantly, a place to sit and watch the traffic for a few
minutes. Radio Shack had some earbuds on sale, so I picked some up to
replace mine, which had had an unfortunate encounter with the washer
upstairs.
Thus armed, I started out with Bruce Springsteen's "Nebraska" and worked
me way over to a couple of Miles Davis albums, "Birth of the Cool" and
"Kind of Blue" while I did my thing, hiding behind a camera. Photography
is essentially a solitary sport, and I lost myself completely for a few
hours, just walking, watching and waiting, all to my own private
soundtrack. It was magical. The resultant photos, obviously, aren't to
everyone's taste, but a couple of them have grown on me already.
Got over around the pizza place a little early, and I was hanging out
front, not knowing that most everyone was already inside. Annsan came up
to talk to me, and I didn't notice at first because of the music.
I'd like to thank whoever covered my part of the pizza. I think it was
Bill Robb. I tried giving Christine some money later, but she wouldn't
take it, and she and Miserere were kind enough to stand there in
Miller's Pub while I ranted about punctuation and moronic Internet
shorthand.
I truly hope I didn't offend anyone this weekend, and if I did I'm sorry.
I slipped out of town early Sunday morning, momentarily disoriented when
the GPS unit couldn't cope with the surrounding buildings, but I wasn't
too far off track and I was able to get headed in the correct direction,
arriving back home about two-thirty local time.
Sometimes a thing comes along. This weekend was one of those things.
Having our own PDML show in a real gallery in a real city is a supreme
thrill, something of which you should all be proud. The folks in
attendance, and the incredible work on display, did all right for you.
Thanks.
Doug
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