The sign at Price’s Barbecue House, where we enjoy breakfast on Fridays:
We just beat the rush today, because that’s the kind of charmed little thing that happens sometimes. It seems to happen more often if you notice them. Think about that for awhile.
Swam this afternoon. Got in 1.22 miles, or 2,150 yards before they kicked me out. The pool closes at 1 p.m., apparently. The sweet little lifeguard didn’t have the heart to tell me, but some guy behind me, unseen and unknown with a little too much bass in his voice, gave me the news. So I got out.
Next week I’m getting over the 2,650 block.
We attended a dinner party tonight. A room full of academics. Everyone had a speciality. And almost all of them were widely different than anything I know about. This is good, you can learn something at a very broad level from people who know things from excruciatingly precise points of view. So I asked appropriately broad questions and let people go on a bit about their passions. People are fascinating, if you ask questions. You learn all sorts of things.
Tonight it was comic books, coat hangars, building demolition and a lot of art. The party was a welcome party. A friend is having a friend stay for a while, so she must be introduced to people. The new lady focuses on 19th century Russian art. I know so very much about 19th century Russian art, let me tell you.
So we discussed artists, external factors like the technology — which she is really interested in, I learned — and things like varying cultures, infrastructure, religion, the Mongolians and Bolshevism.
We went to a dinner party and discussed art. That’s life.
