I Totally Got Down with the Animals Tonight

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I totally got down with the animals tonight. Venus the cat came scampering out when she heard me come home. We had a very sensual petting.

Borax the male cat came outside when I went out to pee in the grass. He was exploring elsewhere but heard me going toward the door. He spoke and stopped me. I opened the door and he went in before me. Later, he was rolling onto his back when I came in to the room. Time for a good belly scratch and subsequent wrestling. This quickly turned into boxing. He threw many punches quickly. The first two with claws, then not. I worked hard to tap the back of his paw. I made good laughing noises involuntarily (animals understand laughter). I got his paw many times. He punched me many times (clawless). The cat is very quick and can reload often with that lightweight appendage. I had distance on him. Reach, they call it. I could move a lot of space with a flick of the wrist. Much bigger than his head actually. It was an even match.

On the bed, I rolled onto my back to instigate some more play. I got it. The male sat down near, to whack my hand. Then the female jumped onto the bed for more good petting. She is so strong. She gets her primary exercise from sensuality. She pushes with a smile, and falls hard against a warm body. The male meanwhile became bored with the hand. He coyly looks away with ears backward while flapping his tail around on the satin bed cover. He would whack it around in a pattern. First in front of my forehead then next to my ear then by my neck. Head ear neck, pause, head ear neck. The sound by my ear was very enjoyable, causing me to snicker. He also recognized the snicker as something. And progressed to accentuate the tail whack by my ear with a few little extra flicks.

Locator am

An Afternoon-to-Evening Time Unit

On Friday, My concrete guy called at noon saying it was time to sail; he would pick me up in 20 minutes. 15 minutes later I was in the car with the beer on the way to the boat. A beautiful day of sailing commences.

On land in the evening, I walked a mile down the street over the river to a gallery; things were starting well, many interesting bodies there. Went to the corner intersection to collect some more friends. There seemed to be performance art going on. This is a 6-cornered large intersection marking the center of the gentrified former artist district. One corner had 3 people twirling batons with fringe standing in the street. A pretty spectacle. A standing jamming guitarist accompanied them. Then on another corner, a guy was on a pedestal in a white wedding dress loudly reading poetry from a notebook with his beard. Beside him on both flanks were conga players; the guys were making a heavy rhythm. Across the street were some dudes in dresses doing karaoke requests with an unplugged microphone. Another corner had a guy in a wig holding crackers softly yelling “this is matzo ……this IS matzo” to a woman in a chair looking forward while making tai chi gestures. One of the most surreal things I witnessed was a woman in full burger king uniform, visor and nametag, walk through a group gawking, not noticing the irony. There were more acts and costumed people. Occasionally they would stop the acts and just yell heyyyyy while pointing across the streets at each other. I asked some of the guys how they were affiliated and what the occasion was. He said they were on their 9th week there. The performance art pleased me, making me think the artists were retaking the neighborhood.

I found one of my guys and went to look for the others in a coffee shop. I was required to talk to a couple of single girls in front of me. I asked them about my missing friends and the establishment. I told them about the party down the street at the erotic gallery.

My guy and I went back there and chatted up the leather and rubber girls and some normally dressed suburban girls with outstanding bodies. There was a rubber dress girl with a slave guy who held an ashtray and followed her. The coffee shop girls showed up with wide eyes. They learned new things there. The show contained very well done drawings and many small top quality remarkably sexy/clean girl photos with little nudity. Buy a large print. Also in the back room were digital prints of a woman and her copy wearing different sexy outfits or spanking each other. There was a poorly dressed transvestite talking with a sexy redhead in a miniskirt and her boyfriend. Red was saying and gesturing how she always takes the stairs and parks far away. They must have been discussing why her ass and legs looked so good. Fun atmosphere. Proprietress Ms Marilyn was dressed nice with her short leather skirt and fish net rest. With her wild hair she was the perfect hostess.

July , 2001

New Architecture

Dog roots

When dogs of different breeds run wild and mate variously, they soon evolve back into a medium sized yellow dog with pointy ears and a curly tail, similar to an Australian dingo. This is what is observed in areas where domestic dogs are free to mingle without leash laws.

It is often said that dogs have descended from wolfs. This is fantasy. Of course we would all like to dream that our dog evolved from the noble killer wolf, but the evidence shows otherwise.

It is far more plausible that early humans befriended a medium sized dog. Or that a medium sized dog befriended early humans. The root medium sized yellow dog with pointy ears and a curly tail.

Claiming that humans domesticated wolves and turned them into pet dogs is as realistic as humans domesticating lions to make pet cats.

Observed Rate Variation

I am always interested in a little disaster. The coming climate change will cause Ontario to get a bit warmer, maybe more recreation areas will develop.

I am curious to see how people will deal with the rising water level. I can see Manhattan becoming like Venice. The low areas will flood. I can see water two or three stories deep around Canal Street. Hmm, where would the fake designer bag sellers and the video tapes movie DVD peddlers go?.Wall Street buildings would also have to be converted. The lower floors would be abandoned with a new primary floor to be built just above water level with exterior docks. I imagine there would be various small ferries in use to cross the area at Canal. Doesn’t sound too bad to me.

However, I imagine Manhattan could gather the money to build a wall around the city to keep the water out. I would guess Brooklyn could not. The artist buildings in Dumbo could be converted but the

The rest of the coasts would not be able to build walls fast enough. I could see Miami Beach being completely submerged early, the land is inches above sea level. Possibly taller buildings could be occupied at higher floors, with people getting around by boat or personal water craft, but being right on the Atlantic Ocean would pose difficulties.

I am curious enough to want to see this in my lifetime.

In Praise of American Architectural Measurement

For building design, we use this seemingly arcane length measurement system. Most of the rest of the world uses the translatable metric system, US engineers use inches and decimals of inches, while American architects measure dwellings with feet, inches, and fractions of inches. Examples can be 4.68 meters, 184.252 inches, or 15’-4 ¼”.

The rational base ten metric system changes units every count of ten. The US customary system is based around the number four.

There are advantages for translation of units and measurement accuracy with the metric system. Ten millimeters equals one centimeter; and if you can’t quite get the measurement to fit on your ruler, you can add another decimal place. The piece is not quite 3.4 cm, but is more than 3.3 cm, then it can be more accurately 3.38 cm.

A primary advantage with the base four system is cutting things in half. Useful in architecture. Use your 12 inch measurement; easily cut in half to 6, then again to 3, then the fractions easily and accurately take it. Use your 10 cm measurement; cut in half to 5, then again to 2.5, and whoops, it goes off into another level of units. Halve that again and it goes up into another scale of units, 1.25.

Cutting fractions in half is also easy, merely double the denominator; half of 1/16 inch is 1/32 inch. The numbers are all base 2 and base 4, easy to get a feel for the pattern. It is strangely simpler to express 1/32” than .03125”.

I have been thinking about numbers in the natural world. While the base 2 system sometimes occurs in nature, it is the fundamental of our digital system; the absolute of on or off, one or zero. The base 4 system is fundamental to all life.

The fundamental molecule to all life is the self replicating DNA. It is composed of only 4 chemicals, which then yield only 64 different combinations. These then attach together in enormous strings to make the super complex variation we see from dandelion to influenza to elephant. The whole thing is constructed on the basis of only these 4 chemicals: adenine, cytosine, guanine, and thymine.

There is unintended symmetry between the archaic architectural system and the natural chemical world.

There-Should-Still-Be-Flowers-In-the-Future

Naturally Occurring Terrorism

Because how revolts are a natural reaction

That Ebola thing.

Fear All

Famine

Happens when crops fail

Usually caused by drought

Caused by human misdeeds

Or where distribution fails

Caused by human misdeeds

Street Murders

Caused by overcrowding overburdening

Global warming

Yes

Religious piety is stupid

But they do get to wear outlandish costume in public

The way clothing styles grow

Organically

How do people know what is unstylish?

Skeletons are for Archaeologists

Musical Sharing

When the jukebox stops for a moment, I notice.
My stimulus deprivation alarm goes off.
Or is it my opportunity alarm?
I feel the opportunity to express myself musically and also gain entertainment.
I want to educate those nearby.


Classical-Design--am

I was in Rome this morning

February 04, 2007
We wrapped up the Italy adventure with another road trip.
This time to the mountainous center north east of Rome. We saw mountains and castles and waterfalls. We hiked up and down the mountain town of Spoleto. Umbria is the region. I got into the usual trouble wanting vegetables on my sandwich. Damn, slices of meat on dry slices of bread is just not a balanced meal; they humor my insane idea and put tomatoes on, then watch me eat with smirks. On the way back we drove thru the industrial city of Terni. They make steel there; it looks like a steel town. Their biggest customer is the police. The gun factories are also right there and some very well stocked gun shops are visible from the street.

Photo of Spoleto school kids


I had a smooth flight to the U.S. I had planned on staying at a friend's apt that night. He was trying to finish his deadline and had to work later than 4:00, so I dropped my bags in a bar, had a beer, and read the Village Voice. He finally came home, we hung out, then another dude came over. We went out for food and margaritas. Then to a music place where a friend was playing her rocking acoustic guitar music. So I got to see many friends right away. Then an old friend from Chicago was in town and called, he was nearby so he came over too. Fun. I got to mention that "I was in Rome this morning" many times. Went to bed at a reasonable hour but I had been up for 20 some hours.

Friend from Chicago is a magazine writer in town to cover an architectural CAD convention (just one company). He took me to a party in the Guggenheim Museum. Nice party: music, drinks, food, architects. I crashed it with someone else's name tag. I got nervous when a conventioneer was admiring the firm I work for (on the tag). She was despondent when I didn't respond about my workplace. After I hid my tag, I had a nice long talk with a buoyant Canadian architect, plus I ran into Monica from the firm on the same floor as my work studio. Fun.

Well I am happy to be back in NY, talking to people in english, reading the news in english, and watching tv in english. There are no espresso bars and people here don't like Americans as much, but I'll try to enjoy myself. Thanks for listening to my stories, and thanks for the nice responses.

Love,
Brian

Volcanoes and Stone

January 29, 2007
So back to Roma. We immediately head out to the countryside to the town of Canale. Our hosts, whom we had just previously entertained for 2 weeks in NY, made jokes about arriving at Canal Street. (NY folk should understand the international word, with which the Romans made jokes, spoken in chinese accent: DVD? DVD?)

This little town is out by the lakes north west of Rome.
All of these large round lakes throughout Italy are in old volcanoes, look at the map. Damn. The festival of the weekend was the blessing of the animals.
This is a community of cowboys and there was a big parade with all the locals riding horses doing tricks; also distinguished well dressed older gentleman riders, plus a few toothless geezers. There was a group of young men and a woman with monogrammed jackets like a 50s car club. Following the riders were dog walkers, some cats, pet goats, and many rabbits. This entire town is filled with barking dogs, barking early in the morning everywhere late into the night. Bark bark bark bark bark. The blessing seemed to have no effect on their manners.

Later in the day we went to the community feast. Grand meaty meal with lots of wine on cramped picnic tables finished with many types of sweet cakes.

At another nearby lake with a slightly bigger town was a castle and entire neighborhood of medieval apartments. Fascinating living, steep stone streets, roaming cats, laundry out the window, luxury living in piles of stones. This is the castle where an actor recently had a big wedding; he allegedly paid all the local restaurants to close, and the area to be cleared. It is still the sarcastic talk of the town; they call it Tohm Cruweese castle.

We also toured other lakes in volcanoes. One town is called Rocca di Papa; I hoped it was a band called Rock of the Pope, but it was a rock of the Pope.

We cruised downtown Rome most days looking for contemporary art galleries. We found some damn good ones. For several days in a row, there were thunderstorms and hail all day long. Hail and thunderstorms in January?! Crazy. Miserable walking but weird enough to not be oppressive.

The buses have four extra superwide seats, presumably for fat people, and two wheelchair places, though I hardly saw any fat people or a single wheelchair person in Rome.

We went out to a rock club called Jail Break, saw bands called Real Swinger, and Tito and the Brain Suckers. All these names were displayed like this in English. It was a typical rock club with beat up dark wood and posters. We had dinner there(?!). Then the bands played late. I had to see some music in my quest to confirm that the USA is actually the cultural superpower, not the military superpower; as our government's military apparently isn't. My experience has been that musicians in the US are the world's best. This is partly because all the best people in the world immigrate to the US, but that is not the whole story. I am not sure what it is, but creators of original material outside the US are usually just not as good as even average US creators. The bands we saw were good, but were lacking some innate knowledge or attitude preventing them from being great.


We went to Naples. Wow. Chaos and grunge. Even the luxury areas made me feel uncomfortable; I couldn't stop thinking about that the mafia is touching all wealth here. There was a lot of beauty and vibrant life right there in the shadow of active Vesuvius; damn. I think it is illegal to use a leash on your dog. We went to the national archaeology museum and saw the Secret Room where they have a collection of erotic mosaics, hot sculpture, and sexy everyday good luck charms. A statistically measurable number of people in Naples have a fake tan.


Most doors of businesses open in, confusing Americans. Our doors open out in case of fire so people don't pile at the door and burn up. Buildings in Italy don't use much wood, everything is stone, they don't consider fire. Most businesses are closed on Monday, most also close for a several hour lunch.

Love,
Brian

You Have Good Future-Vision

Yes travel is good for the brain. You can't just read about a place, there are too many details; immersion is the way to go. I recommend being an explorer, not a tourist. Plan ahead and do it.

Venetian Blinds

January 26, 2007
The city of Venice is a group of islands off the coast out in the Adriatic Sea where people went to escape the Huns and the Christians after the power of Rome fell, like around 500. It became the capital of the world for a few centuries around 1500; with a population as international as NY is today.

Now it is a revered and romanticized city of residents who have evolved their own dialect. Transportation and technology have developed on a unique path also. One must get around by boat, things are carried by boat; there are all sizes and functions of boats. On the bits of land, one must walk. Wheeled vehicles are unusable as there is a bridge with stairs every block (which are actually all individual islands).
There are no bicycles and only unwise tourists have baby strollers.

An artist/architect friend of Simonetta's was going to be away, and she let us use her apartment in this former city-state (real name Venezia) where the experiences of Giacomo Casanova have become famous, and only slightly distorted to fit the style of the day. The apartment is in the center, on a canal, on the top floor of a building from the 1300s. It is finished modernly and has a nice little terrace on the roof overlooking a nearby square and bridge.
It has stone tables, wacky spiral stairs,

sleek wood shelves, stone floors, and a great library.
We went to the nearby supermarket, got food, and had lunch on the terrace.


The apartment was so nice, we stayed in as much as we went out.
The sound of boats going by is lovely. From two floors up, the motor sounds are soft and the shush of the wake is more present. There is an occasional radio. I regret not taking pictures of the garbage men going by with a small crane on the trash boat; but I did get a picture of the ambulance pulling up to the opening in our building that eventually leads to the street. Sorry, no body.

We met up with a group of artists and went to a gallery opening, then to its owner's home where there was more exhibition plus party. It amazes me that old and worn Venice is still such a pinnacle of contemporary art.

Of course most of the houses have Venetian blinds. But they are usually outside the windows. While the city is centuries old and much of it crumbling, I can see that old and worn out is considered good. Many things are built of not the most durable materials, and maintenance which would preserve areas is not done.

Most of the businesses cater to tourist whims. There are, however, plenty of real stores selling washing machines and vacuums or carpentry materials. This balance reminds me of life in New Orleans.




In Italy there are many broadcast tv stations. They often play recent and good Hollywood movies (well dubbed). They have many more movies on tv than we do. You don't say please or thank you when ordering from a restaurant or retail store. Eating lunch standing up at a bar (which is really a coffee shop) is normal. Cars park in any direction on the street. Scooters and motorcycles filter thru traffic like blowing sand.

Love,
Brian

Burning Celebration

Tue, 16 Jan 2007
Small town north eastern Italy, at the Moro family house, for a week or so. There are many decorations for Christmas still up around town, all showing a 5 pointed star with a tail. There are also small Santa Clauses (Baba Natale) climbing ladders hung out windows (like a thief or voyeur). The region, the plains below the Alps down to the Adriatic Sea, including Friuli, celebrates another holiday on the 6^th of Jan. Gifts are given and decorations are witches. There are witches on brooms everywhere. Actually what happens is that a pointy hat wearing, wart nosed, green faced woman flies around on her broom delivering gifts for children, down the chimney to stockings on the fireplace mantel during the night of January 5.

This part of the region celebrates the occasion with enormous pyres. We saw many large fires in the countryside on our way to the official one in the center of a farm town called Concordia.

There was a huge tall haystack, with a skeleton of shipping pallets, in the middle of the river. All the town's people had gathered on the brides and banks. There were tables set up where men gave away sandwiches of a local soft sausage and hot wine. The fire was lit, eerie music was played, firecrackers were tossed, and the people stared in awe.

These odd traditions predate christians. People here have been burning pyres in early winter as a pagan ritual since when all of this area was Celtic. The christians couldn’t squelch the celebration 1700 years ago, so they co-opted it by putting a cross at the top of the fire. Cool.

Sima’s father had a big birthday party with all his friends and family. Really nice, everyone dressed well, gourmet food, lots of top wine. Later the men played cards with an unusual deck of narrow cards showing different medieval symbols and numbers. The game looked like Euchre. The party made me think of the ridiculous drunk driving laws in the states.

I am eating a lot. Everyday we have a three course lunch with wine, then espresso and grappa to finish. We all sit at the table at the same time, though you can start eating as soon as your food arrives. First course is usually some kind of pasta with a small amount of various sauce (no marinara yet) always in a bowl on top of the plate for the second course, which is meat. Then finished with salad. Then a different kind of wine for the fruit and sweet bread at the end. Many tangerines everywhere. Bread is eaten intermittently, taken from a little basket with many types. It is placed on the tablecloth in front of your dish, crumbs and all. Television is on the whole time. The event is wrapped up with espresso and a shot of liquor. Dinner is similar but a bit larger. This has been the same procedure at everyone’s house where I have eaten. I am beginning to understand the need for wine with food to help digest.

Everyone in Italy has very stylish eye glasses. Via means street (or way) and is pronounced VEE-a. "The car" is referred to as "the machine", not unlike how Yoopers refer to their snowmobile.

Photo shows Simonetta and her parents, Giovanni and Renata, with perpetually optimistic uncle Franco standing. Notice the witch decoration and the gift of Al Gore's Inconvenient Truth book; plastic bottle in foreground is sparkling water.

The Names of Neighborhoods

Yah, neighborhood rivalry exists in many cities in the States. Maybe most cities in the world. I like how the area names organically develop and are maintained by the residents, even though real estate people keep trying to smear the boundaries to their benefit. New Yorky 'hood names are so often semi-acronyms: Soho, Tribeca, Nolita. In Chicago they are usually named for the nearby park: Wicker Park, Lincoln Park, Rogers Park. In San Francisco they have a formal "the" in the names: The Mission, The Tenderloin, The Sunset. Ah, the subtle joys of living on Earth.

Speech for Megaphone

Are you confused why bad things happen?


Nature is self-evident. It was not created. It creates itself.

There is no magic; everything is real.

The plants and animals, bugs and fish grew into what they are today by trial and error. Mostly non-consciously. From a long lineage of evolving organisms. and will grow into something else generations later.



Do you wish for a higher power? A master to guide your life away from discomfort?

Humans have sought this organizational power since consciousness began. Consciousness was an amazing development in living things. However, it brings difficulties. The ability to ponder causes difficult questions, some questions cannot be answered yet. Deities were created to pacify these nagging ponderings. Ah..... good... yes now we know everything.

These deities are inventions of man. The only evidence for their existence is the amazingness of nature.

Do good to others because they are living beings like yourself, not because the bearded man on the cloud is watching you.

There really is no magic guiding your life. You do everything you do even if you don’t know it. Some are conscious actions, almost all are subconscious. There is no fate. Take responsibility for your life and your actions. It is the right thing to do.

That rock is not moving

Sitting in the stony water listening to the live concert for the well attended holiday weekend at Bearsville, NY, I thought this:


Babbler. You just can't help it
playfully pouring over the stones
the liquid cannot be stopped
must be going now
gravity isn't causing much pain
but the power cannot be denied
your voice, the non ceasing bloop
underwater echo of rock on rock encounters

John McCain is the Manchurian Candidate

If you have ever seen John McCain speak candidly, without a script, he seems like a big eyed zombie. A blank smile and a long time to respond makes it even worse when he misunderstands a question.

When he spoke at the New School in Manhattan, a student had amazingly got a copy of his planned speech. She spoke before him and presented a point by point counter speech. He came up after and gave his exact planned speech as if no one would notice the previous speech.

He is being controlled by Vietnamese/Soviet scientists rather than the Chinese in the movie.

Learning is Entertainment.

I like to command a corner. My alertly seated view from the window, all the way down to 0’-0” AFF. I control much more power simultaneously observing down two streets at the nearby corner. Even though big firearms are not even useful these days, and not very legal in my neighborhood; I can see where they could be helpful with some projects.

My view provides an advantage over ground pedestrians. While they are busy scanning their 2 dimensional world for danger or pleasure or both, they rarely notice an observer from above.

Phone conversations are pleasantly revealing. Especially the small pacing radius of the soon to be extinct pay phones. Gestures and postures are readable from afar.

I can often deduce the thoughts of walkers below. I can see the top of that woman’s head turned slightly, with enough eye rotating angle left - she is watching that stylish man across the street, while attempting to not appear so. I can tell from his gait, he does not notice her, even after she stumbles on a crack.

I can read the thoughts of someone staring, head forward of the shoulders, his line of sight down the sidewalk to a large man. Then he gets distracted by a tire squeak, turning his head toward the sound. When he remembers his original interest, he looks back down the sidewalk. I see he cannot locate that guy using the shoulder and head weaving technique. He looks at the ground forgetting why he was tracking the man. Looking up, he makes a quick scan around to see if anyone noticed his confusion (or maybe looking for something else). He turns and leans with arms cocked, stops, turns 180 and trots away.

Though the talkers sometimes have enough leftover brain processing to actually look up.

I fully enjoy my leisure time. hmm perhaps foolishly.

Skeletons are for Archaeologists

A Standardized Pattern in Nature

I read a study of the development of human societies. One of the themes that has occurred over and over throughout history is: one group encountering another slightly less technologically advanced; killing them all and taking their shit.

The decimation of the New World and other european imperialization are excellent examples, though it has been going on long before then. I imagine early modern humans, being taller quicker and smarter, when encountered, would have killed off the Neanderthals and any other protohuman species.

I also remembered that this same phenomena occurs in nature where a nonnative species is introduced. If it doesn’t die immediately, they quickly and easily take over. A similar thing happens in the germ world; mold, infection etc.

This seems to be a standardized pattern in nature.

My conclusion to all of this is that Earth has not yet been visited by other beings from another planet.

The book, BTW: Jared Diamond's Guns Germs and Steel.

Nosy Banana

The Shape of Water

swirling of the surfaces
marks barrier between states
showing the path of pressure
demonstrating the waveform they all know
causing self organization
the group becomes powerful
results of distant heat



Surface Ease

06/06/2001 The empty response

Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

B says:
JV - how is the weather?
jv says:
yo
jv says:
sorry---I am actually drawing, with a pencil and all
jv says:

B says:
wowa
jv says:
weather is beeeaaauuuutifuuullll
jv says:
yesterday was probably the most perfect weather day ever conceivably possible
jv says:
all the way through the evening into night
jv says:
and the next day
B says:
oooooh nice
B says:
ride your bike?
B says:
hey speaking of pencil dwg
jv says:
yupper with the bike
B says:
you are going to need to build up that pencil callus on the side of your middle finger
jv says:
I skidded on the way home drunk last night and I bent the rim about 6 inches off center
B says:
wipe out
jv says:
no
jv says:
just skid and fish tail
B says:
cool
jv says:
smooth and skillfully
B says:
rear wheel?
jv says:
but my rear wheel is like a pretzel
B says:
pretzel is the technical term in bicycling
jv says:
for what?
B says:
twisted wheel
jv says:
I spent 20 min. bending it back in shape so that I could ride home
B says:
ya thats hard
B says:
you should go back to the same shop to get a new one
B says:
complain about the loose bearings - show them
jv says:
I did that yesterday
B says:
explain how that contributed (caused) the mishap
jv says:
he said that the loose bearings came like that
B says:
what an ass!!
jv says:
and that it is just a cheap rim
jv says:
and that my riding made it worse
jv says:
and that I am jumping curbs
B says:
no riding better
B says:
go to a different shop forever
jv says:
guy in my office use to repair bikes and manufacture them too---he offered to put it all back in alignment
jv says:
he said he will fix like new if I take him out to lunch
B says:
cool - steel rims are harder to straighten tho
jv says:
adjust bearing and align rim
jv says:
he likes the challenge I gues
B says:
reasonable trade for food
jv says:
he said all can be fixed in 15 minutes
B says:
braggart


Veer

06/14/2001 Working Drawing Meeting

Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

B says:
JV ma man, how's the workaday world?
jv says:
umm
jv says:
you?
B says:
good
B says:
actually going to pick up a job today
B says:
damn
jv says:
bout time
B says:
went to my life drawing session at the erotic gallery down the street
B says:
last night
jv says:
wowa
jv says:
sounds great
jv says:
I have to run to a meeting
B says:
ok
jv says:
i can't be late
jv says:
I be back around 4pm
jv says:
caio
B says:
check your e-mail later
jv says:
ok

06/19/2001 Neocon

25:
Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

Peter says:
yo what ;up
Peter says:
how's Chi town
B says:
hey hey Chitown is good. perfect weather now
Peter says:
nice
Peter says:
what else is going down?
B says:
Sailing, some parties, some music
B says:
a little dull tho
Peter says:
yeah
Peter says:
things are mellow here as well
B says:
the sailing in the big lake is great
Peter says:
nice
Peter says:
i gotta boogie, i'll catch you later
B says:
awright mon


19:
Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

B says:
hey ballbag
jv says:
What up?
B says:
went to see my accountant today
B says:
confusorama
jv says:
buy real estate
B says:
ok
B says:
hey, P Kreider's number don't work
B says:
718-902-1240 not in service
jv says:
speaking of which, I have to call him meself
jv says:
802 not 902
B says:
cool
B says:
I went to a couple of parties here last night
jv says:
good boy
B says:
Neocon - big interiors trade show extravaganza
B says:
swanky parties
B says:
I saw 2 girls I know from NY
jv says:
niiice
jv says:
any good?
B says:
aaaaaah
B says:
no


Landscape with Snow

07/03/2001 Rock / Fetish

Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

Peter says:
Yo brian, what up?
B says:
Hey daddio
B says:
I'm getting ready for a big rock concert
Peter says:
it sounds as though you have been checking out some interesting stuff
Peter says:
who is playn
B says:
interesting stuff is my favorite hobby
B says:
maybe vocation
B says:
The bands: Pantera, Slayer, Static-X
Peter says:
nice
Peter says:
loud
B says:
Ya loud
B says:
I want to get there early to hang out on the busses and get some drinks
B says:
My guys in Static-X
Peter says:
nice
Peter says:
sounds fun
Peter says:
have a good time and bang your head
Peter says:
gotta run and get some food
B says:
bang!
Peter says:
ciao
B says:
awright


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jv says:
sounds like a good night
jv says:
Miami sure is filled with a lot of freaks
jv says:
did you get some whips on rubber girl?
B says:
no whips
B says:
How do you know Miami has a lot of freaks
jv says:
you told me
jv says:
I read your e-mail
jv says:
sounds like fun
B says:
no no in Chicago here
B says:
ya fun
jv says:
oh yeah, you're in Chicago
jv says:
I forgot
jv says:
thought you were in Miami
B says:
you're funny
jv says:
oops
jv says:
same difference anyway
B says:
hot as fuck in miami
jv says:
yeah, lot of freaks in Chicago sounds like
B says:
the sky wants to have a hurricane everyday in miami now
jv says:

B says:
ya, freaky gallery
jv says:
sounds more like a night club scene
B says:
I am not down with that fetish stuff
jv says:
young ravers
B says:
but I do like open sexiness
jv says:
righton bro
jv says:
got any pictures?
B says:
hmmm
B says:
it is a party scene - beer wine
B says:
joints
jv says:
niiiice
B says:
but it is an art gallery exhibition
B says:
The establishment is really a front for a dungeon
jv says:
i see
jv says:
how do they make a profit?
B says:
guys pay hundreds to be humiliated and spanked
jv says:
Dominatrix thang?
B says:
Ya, a large underground "culture"
jv says:
boredom can do that to some
B says:
totally
B says:
I like regular sex
B says:
when people get to bored with that, they need to sexualize something else
B says:
I am listening to NPR right now with the surgeon general on
B says:
discussing a new sexual behavior report
B says:
sounds like a good report
B says:
controversial to church-heads
jv says:
everything seems to be
B says:
they keep going back to "teaching" "abstinence"
B says:
wishful thinking
jv says:
I think I should sign up to that camp
B says:
report says 50% of infectious disease is std, 22% of all woman have been sex assaulted, pregs up and younger
jv says:

jv says:
that sucks
B says:
a religious guy called in saying he didn't want the school tell his daughter about it.
B says:
He said they taught evolution. sex like animals going into heat
B says:
he wanted to tell his kid himself
B says:
you know he won't
jv says:
kill him
B says:
yesss
jv says:
I am meeting with Kreider for a project
jv says:
after we may go and stop by your moto
jv says:
I checked up on it yesterday
jv says:
looks better than ever
B says:
relief
B says:
whats your project w/PK?
jv says:
skin thang
jv says:
I need him to hermetically seal the latex
jv says:
maybe with plexi or resin or both
B says:
does latex melt?
jv says:
disintegrates
jv says:
hardens with light
jv says:
sunlight destroys it
B says:
hmmmm
jv says:
dries, cracks, and becomes very brittle
B says:
taste good?
jv says:
maybe---you should try it
B says:
i'll leave a rubber out on the porch
jv says:
righto


Singers-of-Another-Language

07/13/2001 Summertime vodka galleries

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B says:
hey mon
B says:
happy friday
jv says:
yo
jv says:
I been meaning to chat wich cha
B says:
what is in store for the weekend?
jv says:
how goes?
B says:
good here
B says:
perfect day again
jv says:
last night was big opening night
jv says:
here too
B says:
what open
jv says:
I-20 and all those galleries in that building with the endless stairwell
jv says:
Deitch
B says:
damn
jv says:
Big roof top party on that big building in Chelsea with I-20
B says:
yea, I can imagine
jv says:
someone set off fire alarm and smoke everywhere
B says:
wow fire?
jv says:
cops came
jv says:
I didn't see fire
B says:
smoke
jv says:
someone fuckin round
jv says:
smoke all through the gallery
jv says:
cops came
B says:
tonight all the galleries open here
jv says:
and firemen came
B says:
usually summer is dead
jv says:
niiiice
B says:
Absolut flows tonight
B says:
everyone comes out
jv says:
danger danger Will Robins
B says:
ya it is dangerous
jv says:
sweet
jv says:
Drew's B-day Sat.
B says:
shots of vodka at every gallery adds up
jv says:
Shiva is throwing party for him on her roof
B says:
ah, great
jv says:
Vodka? where?
B says:
she have view of river?
B says:
Absolut sponsors the galleries
jv says:
WOW
B says:
yeah
jv says:
so Pete fixed your bike
B says:
ya, I talked
jv says:
Edward from Clay wants to buy your Moto
B says:
hmmm
B says:
has he a one before?
B says:
has he had
jv says:
no
jv says:
he wants to learn
jv says:
buy bike and pick up chicks
B says:
learn on a race bike
B says:
bike does get chicks
jv says:
how much you want for it?
B says:
new ad says 2000, but 1700 ok
B says:
sportbike with high passenger seat especially good for girls
jv says:
rito
B says:
rotate those hips forward and vibrate that puss
jv says:
I should buy it
B says:
you should all get in on it as a timeshare
jv says:
I need someone to train me a bit
jv says:
it's been 20 years since I rode a motorbike
jv says:
I rode dirt bikes when I was a young lad
B says:
ya, and this one is a bit tricky
B says:
peter ride it around?
jv says:
he rode it to Bklyn to fix it
jv says:
said he needed to have shop and tools and home
B says:
yeah
jv says:
then rode it back
B says:
he said he'd put it back under the scafold
jv says:
right
B says:
I hoped he would keep it under his eye, but he doesn't have a place for his even
jv says:
yeah
jv says:
we talked about that
jv says:
my friend Kevin keeps an eye on it
B says:
oh yea
B says:
allen is cool, especially after it was moved for a day

jv says:
lunch sucka


Linear-Persuasion

08/29/2001 Frying Pan dancing

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B says:
hey hey
B says:
find anything going on htis weekend?
jv says:
hi
B says:
there is a party 3-9 at ps1
jv says:
this weekend is scattered
jv says:
yeah, the PS1 party is great
B says:
scattered?
jv says:
hottest chicks at PS1
B says:
oh yea
jv says:
scattered meaning that everyone I know is going to various locations
B says:
fucking holidays
jv says:
yeah
jv says:
I have to go visit some old friends and some people I use to work for out in PA
jv says:
I don't think I will leave until Sat
B says:
wow
jv says:
not very exciting
B says:
is PA far?
jv says:
I have just been putting it off all summer
jv says:
they mad at me
jv says:
Thurs there is party at the Frying Pan
jv says:
what time you coming in?
B says:
thurs um 8ish I think
jv says:
perfect
jv says:
you wanna go?
B says:
yes, what is fry pan
jv says:
old WWII ship
B says:
oh yea
jv says:
old ship rusted out, full of secret rooms to explore and they turn the existing rusted hull into dance floor
B says:
be sure to wear shoes
jv says:
it's kind of trippy
jv says:
right, shoes
jv says:
good idea---thanks
jv says:
you know of anything else going on?
jv says:
I have been really out of it for a while
B says:
not much art as expected
B says:
a wedding in the adirondacks
jv says:
summer in NYC is real slow and most people I know just lay low and to themselves
jv says:
what wedding?
B says:
Mike J musician in the group with Tom the voice over and Jack Grace
jv says:
Mike, TOm + Jack are getting married?
B says:
I wanted to see fire island, but they are all going to the hills dammit
B says:
group marriage you know
jv says:
i hear fire island is real nice
jv says:
are you going to wedding?
B says:
I think it is far
jv says:
when you moving back here
B says:
end of sept
jv says:
why end?
B says:
um
jv says:
random?
B says:
I am flying in to newark at 6:35
B says:
end of sept 'cause I am paying rent in Chicago til then
B says:
not that important i guess
jv says:
sorry we can't go to shore, parents are always there
B says:
damn,
B says:
maybe a afternoon, how long is train?
jv says:
2.5 hours
B says:
hmmmm
jv says:
you can take ferry to Sandy Hook
jv says:
that is only 45 min
jv says:
nice nude beach
B says:
well well


Wisdom-of-Circumnavigation--am-millerx

09/10/2001 Summer End, Art Season Begin

09/10/2001 blah blah bla

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B says:
JV
jv says:
yo
jv says:
what up?
jv says:
Hey, Did you fix my White Rabbit?
B says:
fix it? sure
B says:
your squeak?
jv says:
not no more. Thank You very much
jv says:
it runs like a dream now
B says:
The one side is still loose, need to tighten that nut
B says:
how did your blood turn out?
jv says:
what did you do?
B says:
I just put oil there
jv says:
niiice
jv says:
thanks
B says:
normal fix - remove crank arms, put grease on spindle area, put arms back on with mallet and tighten
jv says:
when did you have time for that?
B says:
that's the proper fix, oil in your case worked
B says:
but you should tighten the drive side
jv says:
ok
B says:
after a few rains it'll squeak again
B says:
hey does your dvd work?
jv says:
no
jv says:
it hasn't worked in a while
B says:
ah
jv says:
sorry
jv says:
sorry I didn't get to spend more time with ya
B says:
'sok, uninvited holiday drop in
B says:
so did you get lyme or c.f.s?
jv says:
dunno---i have high Titer count in blood
B says:
um
jv says:
leads to believe i 'may' have something like Lyme
B says:
u feel god now?
jv says:
so I am going to take the 21 day antibiotic thing
jv says:
so so
B says:
bacteria?
jv says:
ya
B says:
good luck
B says:
when did you get back from pa?
jv says:
i missed bus that night
jv says:
took bus in morning--i think around 10:30am
B says:
not bad
jv says:
yeah, 8:30 am bus--2 hours
B says:
you should send a longer e-mail describing the opening of the art season there in NY. you went to many galleries?
jv says:
they suck so far
jv says:
nothing to write about
B says:
hmmm usual bad art to good art ratio here in Chicago. many parties
jv says:
gotta run to meeting
jv says:
ciao bro
B says:
awright


Dancing-For-a-Tangerine

09/13/2001 Check friends for injuries

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jv says:
me ok
jv says:
how you?
B says:
glad to hear
B says:
I am shaken
B says:
I feel guilty about getting mad at other petty everyday things
jv says:
yupper
jv says:
Wowa
B says:
damn
B says:
are you working?
jv says:
yup
jv says:
can you imagine if you saw it live
B says:
I bet my moto will be impounded now
jv says:
?
B says:
I did watch it unfold in real time
B says:
Didn't get the smell or good sound
B says:
alarm clock woke me about a plane crash into tower
B says:
I though hmmmm, strange accident
B says:
Turned on tv, like they planned
jv says:
hold
jv says:
off phone now
jv says:
sorry
jv says:
wowa, the site must have been amazing
B says:
I kept gasping out loud
jv says:
it is like a war zone downtown
B says:
jumping up then down
jv says:
War ZONE BRO
jv says:
police everywhere
jv says:
smoke
B says:
how do pete and mari get home?
jv says:
hard to breath here in city
jv says:
I am escaping to beach
B says:
crunchy concrete dust in your lung
jv says:
walk
jv says:
yupper
jv says:
I have to leave now though
jv says:
Everyone i know if fine
B says:
good
jv says:
everyone has sore throat
jv says:
eyes hurt
B says:
keep your eyes clean
jv says:
that thing is still smoking
jv says:
you can still see it smokin' like crazy
jv says:
huge black cloud
jv says:
white cloud
B says:
oof
jv says:
i gotta leave this f'in office
jv says:
tired of it here
B says:
ya live
jv says:
have a good one


There Should be Flowers in the Future

09/21/2001 in the "Zone" of Quarantine

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B says:
hey dude
B says:
are you on?
jv says:
yo
jv says:
]sorry
jv says:
in meeting
jv says:
learned how to ride motocycle
B says:
no prob
jv says:
!!!!!!!
B says:
Been down in the "Zone" lately?
jv says:
not aloud
jv says:
alowd
B says:
allowed
jv says:
i rode Puffy motobike a few weekends ago
B says:
lewd\
B says:
you feel good on it?
jv says:
oh yeah
jv says:
I am a natural
B says:
alright
B says:
I wonder if mine is still on the sidewalk in the "zone"
jv says:
where the keys?
B says:
here
jv says:
bring em on down
B says:
totally
jv says:
got to run, late for meeting again
jv says:
ciao
jv says:
bro
B says:
awww
jv says:
hope all is well

Peter has been added to the conversation.

jv has not been added to this conversation yet.

B says:
Hey Pete are you on?
Peter says:
yeah
Peter says:
ciao
B says:
ciao back
B says:
how is your neighborhood?
Peter says:
ok, gotta run for now
B says:
ok


The Universal Fibers of Connection

09/25/2001 Melted Facades

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B says:
Hello Johnny
jv says:
yo yo
B says:
how do you feel?
jv says:
i feel like riding a motocycle
B says:
good thinkin
jv says:
how do you feel?
B says:
pretty good really
B says:
been in a good mood all day
jv says:
great!
jv says:
i went by the zone on Sunday
B says:
what you see?
jv says:
sure is a lot of debris and stuff
B says:
dirty
jv says:
melted facades of buildings
B says:
oof
jv says:
every building around is covered with dirt
B says:
drifts?
jv says:
big big pile of junk
jv says:
drift?
B says:
get souvenier?
jv says:
nah
jv says:
they won't let you near it
B says:
drifts of dust
jv says:
army is blocking it all off
jv says:
guards, military
B says:
yea, TV news girl Laura lives 2 blk away
jv says:
it is a real war zone
B says:
from there
jv says:
wowa
jv says:
where is she now?
B says:
Laura cant go to apt
jv says:
i bet
B says:
staying with friends
jv says:
niiice
jv says:
did you invite her to stay with you?
B says:
not yet
jv says:
you should
B says:
hmmmm
jv says:
Barry Bliss is playing tonight
B says:
ahh....hear of any apt tips for me?
jv says:
I gotta run and catch that guy
jv says:
no
jv says:
no tips yet
jv says:
i still looking
jv says:
find one for me and you can have my apt.
B says:
keep your ear open
jv says:
and eyes
B says:
called some from v voice
B says:
yb owner
B says:
rent by owner
B says:
I wan to avoid broker
B says:
tell me about the business world
B says:
is architecture in action?
jv says:
no
jv says:
sorry, boss came to chat
jv says:
gotta run out with him
jv says:
talk tomorrow
jv says:
ciao
B says:
ok


New-Architecture--millerx-600.jpg

10/01/2001 drive

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Peter says:
yo what up?
B says:
Hey Peter
B says:
Its sunny and I am laughing at some new e-mails

Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

B says:
Hey Johnny
jv says:
HEY
B says:
I'm driving out
B says:
tonight maybe
jv says:
to NYC?
jv says:
wowa
jv says:
not much work around here from what I have heard
B says:
got some business, could be working today
jv says:
in NYC?
B says:
ya
jv says:
great
B says:
old office burned, they need my memory
jv says:
wowa
B says:
how is it in your office?
B says:
productive or dazed?
jv says:
bit of both
jv says:
we are busy for a little while until these townhouses are finished
B says:
i think I'll crash at frederick's for a bit, he offered a spot
B says:
apartment hunting will be better with me on the ground
B says:
hope i get enough time
jv says:
i keep the ear out
jv says:
I tried to call Frederick over weekend
jv says:
his phone was disconnected
jv says:
I think he has money probs
B says:
oop
jv says:
i want to move myself
B says:
new 'hood?
jv says:
yeah! mine sucks!!!
B says:
when do you think you'l move? are you looking now?
jv says:
not really looking yet
jv says:
I waiting for real estate to drop
jv says:
then i buy apt.
jv says:
will drop soon
B says:
goo plan
B says:
good


The Strawberry Acrobat

Rock Show Observations #9

For example, I met a woman from rural Pennsylvania backstage at a rock show. She traveled far with the mother of the guitar player to see her childhood playmate all grown. The show was in New York City, a stunning difference from the hometown in the hills. She wore a decade-old blond hairstyle, an undergraceful gait, and one snaggly tooth. I am sure she is considered hot in her hometown. Here she was in New York City, hanging out with the rock stars. I could sense her nervous, excited, scared of the freaks, be calm, elevated status, bewildered mood. I engaged her in conversation. I seemed to scare her with my artistical talk. Not the danger scared, but the, I don’t know what to say, scared. My specific concepts and unusual words did not sink in.

During the rock show

I watched a front-row bouncer feed his animals.

The meatheaded guy was pacing the gap between the stage and the people packed against the railing. He was eating small things by the handful, maybe nuts. He would stop and look through the multitude. Occasionally talking with people but not looking at them; he would sprinkle his food into the outstretched hand of those he was restricting. Interesting because the restrictor is a member the lower strata of well thought out people and the people who manage to work up to the front row are of the highest strata.

I pursue the Amateur study of Anthropology whenever I can.

Nice-Wallpaper-Pattern--millerx

Conversation Swirling Into Cocktail 1

New year’s eve 2001 was approaching and I had spent every night previous with my musician friends. A love filled bunch, but I felt I was wearing out my welcome. I called the head of my art friends to hear what might be going on. Johnny explained a party with Mary the gallery gal and that whole crowd. He insinuated heavy cocaine use a couple of times. That turned me off and said that I told a guitar player I was doing whatever he did. Which was the truth.

On the Eve I couldn’t contact the guitar player, so I called Johnny to see how it was going. I successfully invited myself to the party. I got dressed wearing the new red silk boxers and sexy socks I bought the day previous. I went to his place; one of the gallery guys was there already. We worried about drinks. Knowing the place would be stocked, it is still bad manners to not offer a gift. John was sure there would be too much traffic by the gallery to get the champagne there. We had a little coke. Johnny finished shaving and we were off to the gallery (no alcohol sales on Sun) by taxi.

Up the stairs, past the alarm. I saw the show at the opening but I re-enjoyed the soft light-switch by Oldenburg and the giant felt thing with turmeric powder in a depression in the top. In the back were new Tom Wesselmans in crates with color xeroxes of the work on the outside. There was also a new large one on the wall. Exciting for me, I like this artist. In the fridge were two big champagnes and a respectable red.

Taxi to midtown. Swanky neighborhood. Inside many shoes were left on a rug by the stairs. I was undecided what to do. I had already had a shoe dilemma. I bought some new boots two days prior because of a foot of snow in the city and very spotty plowing. (I had put off buying boots for many years, but now I couldn’t even cross the street. Luckily there are several shoe stores around the corner.) They are cool and new and the streets were still sloppy, but they are boots. I can’t wear boots to a sophisticated party. I also cannot wear the other inevitably slush and snow covered shoe choice.

The boots came off. I also had new socks to show off. A woman came down the stairs to greet us. Peter the gallery guy introduced me and Johnny to her. She was nice and took the wine. I lamented not being able to show the bottles we brought publicly. She said it was ok; she was the hostess.

There were several people I know and more I didn’t. Champagne was all there was to drink. Yack yak yak. oooo dinner. Very good food. Heard stories from the French artist ,the leading turkish video maker, and some Israeli dude. Then some walking around.

Conversation Swirling Into Cocktail 2

There were several people I know and more I didn’t. Champagne was all there was to drink. Yack yak yak. oooo dinner. Very good food. Heard stories from the French artist, the leading turkish video maker, and some Israeli dude. Then some walking around.

A very good house for a party. 5 floors, each with different flavored rooms and a bathroom on each floor. Many kisses at the bell. Numerous interesting people: the guy who takes photos of large groups of naked people that I had heard about (we almost got him to take us all on the roof), the man of the house was a gallery owner but I thought he was a dick (and I told my friends), the german fashion designer with her sexy pants, and the other artists. I even got a chance to show off my new red silk, then my boxers were photographed. We talked about many interesting things like our era in history, the nature of art, and the future of art. I also had a good talk with a beautiful woman about atheism. She had apparently inadvertently scared someone off and was looking for a kindred spirit. She’s lucky to have found me. The hostess was also great. Maybe 2 single women there.

My anxiety about the drug situation was exaggerated. There was a pile of coke and generous lines for everyone, but none of that nonstop peer pressure sort of coke party I have seen before. It was very nice. Many of us danced to old disco. Ugh I can barely make myself dance to that even though I danced most of the night.

A huge group of us left at the same time. The hostess told me without solicitation that I added a lot. We walked to an avenue contemplating taxis. At the corner a few minutes later, a limousine was flagged down. It was empty, on its way back to the livery. A fare downtown was negotiated. We were on our way to the west side of Soho to a restaurant we use for a treehouse. The limo was packed; the gangsta rap was a welcome change. Damn this limo is beat up: hanging headliner, bad seats, scratched window tint. What a comfortable ride though, and the whole posse for $30.

The restaurant that we usually have to ourselves was full of strangers. Damn not so much fun. Still we hung out ‘til dawn. I made my rounds with the parting smooches and had a delightful walk home at sunrise with my protective boots.

Landscape-With-Volcano--millerx

Mass Fallibility

January 2001

Judges are making outrageous rulings and people question them. Making the courts fallible. Unreliable.

The president is fake. Most people disregard him.

The overly wealthy or powerful go unpunished for crimes.

We are practicing for complete anesthetization

or headed for rebellion,

or slow disaster.

Leafy Golden Shower

To Your Health

Everybody needs orgasm. There should be more orgasm. It is not about adultery or underage sex or other taboos. Though kids should be having orgasms. Everybody needs orgasm. Many people have regular orgasms; many do not.

Unfortunately with repetition comes boredom and increased tolerance. So technique variety should be developed to keep on a satisfactory course of never ending pleasure.

Giving away orgasm is good.

Orangaculation

Old People

Out one afternoon

An engineer friend of mine wanted to end our bicycle ride at a bar. Into the nearby Alcohol Abuse Center we had beers. There was a pool table, my man want to play and

Picked up a dollar of tip money asking the bartender for quarters for pool. The ‘tender yelled back “Pool is Free” huagh? Responded the engineer. “Pool is Free” huh? …I had to tell him it was free. Checking the table he asked the drinking partner “… …. … something something …. …. … . . .mmmmm I wonder how long the old man has been playing”… “I hate old people” he says with a grin. He asks the bartender about the old man “he always there, never loses” … “well get ready we are going to beat the old man,

I hate old people” he says with a grin and charm

Bartender laughs out loud

I think he is kind of telling the truth

Tall Skinny seventy something year old wrinkly dude with a farmer cap. A bit fidgety. He played very well in his light colored slacks and open toe shoes

Occasionally missed

Tended to poke all of his balls to one corner

Didn’t lose

In his comfortable shoes

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