Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Fond Of Sand Dunes..
...And Salty Air
To the sea, to the sea... I'm headed up to Provincetown tonight to spend a few days with my friend Erik, and his friend Alex, in a lovely guest house on a side street... Brian's response was "I can't keep up with your travelling ass." : - ) This is really the coda of the symphony that began with my Aug 6-15 US West national park odyssey, and continued here with my Mom's visit. I'll be back Monday, at which time this blog shall resume, including French Fry Days. (Christian, il y aura qch en français lundi pour toi!) Have a great weekend. xo Aaron
Cartoons for the road:
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Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Roots
My Dad, in 1943, at age 7. Dad's parents (below) were poor and lived in Dorchester, the Bronx of Boston, then mostly Jewish but now mostly African-American. Dad's father, a lovely man, had a severe heart attack when Dad was 10, one of many bad breaks, and worked as a fruit peddler. Grandpa was proud of Dad's education and read almost every book Dad ever brought home. Dad's mom stuggled with poverty and with the tragedy of losing a child; she deeply believed socialism would lift up the poor and make the world a better place. She deprived herself of everything, even medical attention, to put Dad through school. Me and My Holsberg Grandparents:
Unintentional Humor, Part 3
From my friend Pat, Sign Syntax Gone Awry...
In an office:
WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE STEP LADDER YESTERDAY PLEASE BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN
In another office:
AFTER TEA BREAK STAFF SHOULD EMPTY THE TEAPOT AND STAND UPSIDE DOWN ON THE DRAINING BOARD
Outside a secondhand shop:
WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING - BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?
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Monday, August 23, 2004
Get Well Soon
Bizarre occurence on Friday. While walking home, down 22nd Street, my foot bumped into something beanbag-ish, soft but thick. I screamed when the 'beanbag', a huge rat, squealed and ran like hell... I... ....love New Yooooorrrrkkkkk : - )Thomas found a corner of New York where creativity ran dry...
Here's an early picture of me and my sister Deena, visiting our Mom's parents in Lowell, MA back in 1966... I appear determined to steal the scene here... : - ) I digitized hundreds of childhood pictures this weekend. Deena, in the hospital with a badly smashed right heel, had a difficult and depressing weekend, with her surgery delayed by complications. I have to think of something to cheer her up... Any ideas?
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Sunday, August 22, 2004
Beauty In The Eye
Your own face, on the silver screen.... I felt that way, at times, watching "Garden State," the utterly fresh and original film debut of writer/director/lead actor Zach Braff. Unusually, I entered that theater with zero information, except that it's gotten good reviews. I was blown away - just see it. As icing on the cake, Zach Braff has a very Aaron-at-25 kind of look: thick lips, prominent semitic nose, and puppy-dog eyes - it looked attractive, and I was attracted, in a very self-affirming kind of way. I didn't even recognize Natalie Portman, I just thought she was one of the amazing unknown actors Braff assembled for this project. Bonus Points: Braff balked at filming it in Toronto instead of Jersey to save money, which his studio was pushing him to do.... 
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