1. The birthday of our little
friend Alexander. We gave him books.
5. Alexander was 9, did I say?
Well obviously I didn't, you can see right there that I didn't.
Best of L.A., which I spent my summer editing and shepherding, is out. You
can click to it here.
That got over yesterday. Tuesday to the whatever the wrap the Thank God Its
Thursday and there's no more Best of L.A. this year party. Came home and worked
24 hours straight on TV column, you possibly would not guess from reading it. I
am very tired now. The little tired head voices are coming to visit. I talked on
the phone to a bank lady. Tomorrow Sarah and I are going to see Mr. Bob Dylan in
the north, we were bought tickets, then coming practically right home. Eric
built shelves in the stairwell, staircase, what ever it is, what it is. They are
as yet empty and not completely totally overly done. Keren Ann who I don't know
but think I would like to is coming out of the other room, the pop record
20. Laura here staying here for Lost and Found Sound shindig at
the TVradiomuseum. And Davia
and Nikki (I hadn't met Nikki yet really) the Kitchen
Sisters. Laura and Davia were both there for the Bob Dylan w/ Tim who got
the tix and Wendy and we walked down to Market St. after for food. I keep
hitting a wrong key and there is a bug here. Norman Corwin and Studs Terkel in
person. Those old dudes rock! Then a party. I met Stig O'Hara.
24. Tour approaching. Wes here
now gone a brief birthday party reunion of the rad gents.