Lisa and I traveled to the Musée Mécanique.
A collection of old, coin-operated entertainment machines.
Most of the machines recreated circus scenes through the movement of tiny metal puppets behind glass.
One of the machines was a fortune teller that dispensed cards of wisdom:

The revolution continues…
The first time that I noticed someone noticing me taking the flatware.
A man with his family.
He eventually left without incident.

A night of conversation at Lyon’s with Lisa.
All-night cafe/restaurants are a precious commodity.
Lisa and I had her “love conversation.”
She said she’d been having this conversation a lot lately.
I still don’t know what entails the “love conversation.”
I was assured that we’d had it.

The last lunar eclipse of the millennium. Saw Kate for the first time in several months.
Our recent friendship: a series of on-and-off visits with each other that alternated between fun and distressing.
This marks two consecutive pleasant meetings.
Perhaps the cycle is broken.

First official job interview.
It seems there was a misprint in the job description.
I thought I was interviewing for a junior position, my interviewer thought she was recruiting a Senior Producer.
I met my father for lunch in the company’s café.

This restaurant is still is not carrying Jell-O.
In protest, I will take a spoon each time I visit until they supply me with Jell-O.

My brother bought me a pizza in celebration of my visit to his new place of work.
In actuality, it was my waiting for an hour to see him that prompted the offer of a free dinner.
Perhaps I will now have to make appointments.
I would like to have a job myself.

This spoon serves as a symbol for an entire day of events. There are only so many utensils per day that I can liberate.
Drove to San Francisco for my first paid job as a session musician (playing percussion).
Most of the work consisted of us waiting cozy lounge sipping coffee, playing pool, and chatting about the kinds of things musicians chat about. Recorded the track in one take. Paid: $80.
Back to South Bay in shaky VW Bus, visit Fish Molly Bob’s house and unknowingly walked into my first artist’s salon. Interesting to get together with so many other artists. The word “dialectic” was used more than any other. This evening was my first discussion with a man named Mr. Bill about turning his plays into movies.

Street drumming in downtown Palo Alto.
Someone collected money for us, but later stole it.
Met a woman I once went to college with.
She told me she used to flirt with me in class.
I realized that I’m often clueless to such advances.
After the drumming, Lisa and I traveled to Lyon’s to fill our bellies.

My brother’s birthday. A power failure which darkens most of the Western United States. Party guest enjoy the candle-lit occasion. Much drink was consumed, fun had by all. Party continued into breakfast the next morning. Discussed a possible spelunking trip with friends. Realized we planned a lot of trips that we never end up going on. Agreed that the difference between the have’s and the have-not’s often comes down to the those that “do” and those that “do not.”