Finding the mid-1999 typed diary entries on the Color Classic recently was an attractive nuisance. I had to figure out how to transfer them (written in Word 5.1) to this blog, and ended up uploading them to the blarg files via Fetch. I can email from the CC, supposedly (have ethernet), but I don’t have the outgoing protocols. Downloaded about 3000 emails to Eudora Lite, but the ones since May are still on the server. Ran out of room on Eudora? Fortunately I think one can make a quick bulk delete.
The typed diary entries do not cite a diary source, but I found I used several books in 1999. Misplaced one in May, book 46 I believe, and wrote these entries in an unidentified one. This morning I discover that is the spiral sketchbook I bought in Australia. Lots of scribbling and pol cartoons for Colin. I see a TV reporter named Mark Matthews was staking his house out, accusing him of writing phony letters to the editor. Drawing of Moki in his Brookstone kneepads. Mention of the Egregious Nicki, Rachel, Andrea B, even Lynn Conway (first appearance; she’s mentioned later in the year toward the end of book 46). Movies with Moki and Sandra Albert. Move to Hoboken. Dinners with Edmund and Carol. Propping up the bar at Barleycorn and Seppi’s. Moki in a bad mood nearly throughout. I’ve now labeled this sketchbook 46A. As there are lots of cute drawings and even more scribbles that are ideas for drawings, I shall have to scan some of them in.
TMPL for a couple hours yesterday, then home and off to Brooklyn for the nruns party at Randolph Beer. In DUMBO, literally under the Manhattan Bridge overpass. Weak beer, sliders, tendies, tacos. Talked to a little blond girl from Mpls named Maria (I think), she asked me about the marathons I’d done. I talked about all the complications of the nyrr business model, depending on Sunday joggers who just want to do The Marathon with their friends. Called Steve Lastoe Mr Landoe. Oops. Beat a retreat after an hour. Nearly got caught in a thunderstorm. I noticed Miki had her big umbrella with her. She’s very prudent.
Gusto payment tomorrow. Won’t be much, maybe $120 net.
Watched J.D. Vance give his vp nomination acceptance speech. Very impressive. He can talk, hold the audience in the palm of his hand. After ten I thought I’d get some vodka. Outside it was raining. The Chinawoman’s was closed. I went to the drugstore and bought a Resin. That was very thirst-quenching. I’d had a weak beer earlier. Never mix, never worry.
Transferred those ’99 entries to a page in this blog. Now that I’ve discovered the source, I’ll have to rewrite much of them. Drat. Maybe add some scans.
