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August 28, 2013:

WHITE NOISE

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Well, dear readers, it is late, I should have written these here notes forty-five minutes ago, and yet I didn’t and therefore they are not written and all I see before me is white space.  I suppose we could have notes that are the equivalent of white noise, but our notes don’t appear white on the site.  On the site they are not white.  Here on this proper Word document the space is white.  On the site the white is blue.  Blue is not white.  Can there be blue noise?  Blue notes?  Yes, by gum and by golly and buy bonds there ARE blue notes, one hears them all the time in the music of Gershwin and all that jazz.  So, I’m afraid white notes can’t happen but white noise can and blue notes can happen but blue noise can’t and you know what I don’t know what the HELL I’m talking about and now this page is already one-third filled up so we’re off and running and unless someone throws me a period this damnable run-on sentence will keep going until the damn cows come home and I think we know that will be the twelfth of never okay as Babs and Donna said so eloquently, Enough is Enough>  That’s not a period, that’s a goatee on its side.  What the HELL is that about?  I wanted a period or a comma or some damn punctuation and I get a >?  I gotta tell you.

In any case, yesterday was kind of a day.  I think I got a little over eight hours of sleep, but was hoping for more.  Oh, well, if wishes were horses.  And?  If wishes were horses WHAT?  Anyway, I got up, printed out more orders, heard from the Darling Daughter that she was bleeding from the dental work and didn’t think she could come up to visit.  She rinsed her mouth with salt water (Dr. Chew’s recommendation), and that helped her instantly.  So, we’ll probably see each other today after her second dental appointment.  I had another ham and Swiss on rye and it was just as good as the day before.  I love that sandwich now and I love having something besides the same old stuff I always order at Jerry’s Deli.

I picked up several packages that had several things in them, and then I moseyed on over to FotoKem, the lab where we did the Nudie Musical Blu and Ray transfer.  Robert A. Harris had invited me to come watch some of the work he’s involved in on a film, so I did.  I hadn’t seen him in many years, so we had fun and I always enjoy watching telecine work.  I’m sworn to silence about what I saw, but it’s all very exciting.  I met some other nice folks and I stayed there about ninety minutes.  After that, I came back home and printed out more orders.  It looks like we’ll probably sell out of Poltergeist II today at some point.  Then I heard we’re down to about thirty seats for the matinee of our anniversary show, so that’s wonderful.  Then I did a three-mile jog, planked, and did thirty sit-ups.  Since I’d netted out at a mere 200 calories, I went to Gelson’s and got melon balls (what else is new), cherries (what else is new) grapes (new), some low-cal cheese and low-cal Wheat Thins, and some prosciutto.  I then came home, ate the prosciutto and melon, which brought me up to about four hundred calories, then I had some cheese and crackers, which brought me up to about seven hundred calories, then I gorged myself on grapes and cherries and had a Skinny Cow ice cream bar.  So, I think I actually didn’t quite get up to 1000 calories, but boy was I stuffed with fruitstuffs.  I then sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night I watched the first hour or so of the new version of The Great Gatsby.  I suppose I’ll finish it before writing about it, but I’ll just say that so far it is one of the most overblown, excessive, and somewhat irritating movies I’ve ever seen.  I just don’t like this director at all – it’s all about him.  All style over storytelling.  It looks lovely, although it’s all CGI, but lovely doesn’t cut the mustard or the ketchup or the mayonnaise when you’re hiding the story you’re telling behind a cornucopia of excess.  The rap music was so off-putting – it just doesn’t work, this pandering to today’s audiences.  It may have worked for Moulin Rouge, the anachronistic music, but it most assuredly does not work here.  I’m hoping its final two-thirds are better.

After that, I had a couple of telephonic conversations, listened to some music for the second half of an upcoming release, the helper came and picked up the humungous amount of invoices I’d printed out, plus picked up a bunch of contracts and an obscenely large check that has to get mailed today.

Today, I shall hopefully arise after a good night’s beauty sleep, I shall jog, I shall run through my patter to see if I want to finesse anything, I have to write another short intro just in case we put in this extra song for the Staitman girls, hopefully I’ll pick up some packages, and then I believe I’ll be supping with Richard and Elizabeth Sherman at Genghis Cohen.  I’m looking forward to the meal and the company.

Tomorrow is our second Kritzerland rehearsal.  I’ll try for a hair appointment with Teddy for tomorrow or Friday.  Friday I am trying to keep completely free to relax before the onslaught of the stumble-through, sound check, and then two count them two anniversary show performances.  The following week is very busy and actually the entire month is very busy.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a jog, run through my patter, hopefully pick up packages, and sup with the Shermans.  Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like.  So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall hear white noise after having written white notes that are suddenly blue notes.

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