September 9th, 2011

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stay the same, in 2/2 tempo

Greg and I met when we went to the same high school, some 36 years ago. We became friends in college. He became a physics Ph.D. and I became a lawyer. Our lives took different paths in different cities. His kids are older now than we were when we met.

We had dinner tonight, though, at Soul Man's Barbecue in Greenville, and for all the vagaries of age and idea, it's great that he's still entirely him, and I'm still entirely me, and we'd never mistake anything about that.

I spent a pleasant half an hour on twitter talking with a kind soul about the odd band Sparks. The discussion makes me want to write tinkertoy tunes with terrific titles.
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Wild colors

We went to a small theater production of a Peter Shaffer play tonight. I liked the outrageously unorthodox sixties parody costumes the best. There is something to be said for a body paint tree of life occupying an actress' back. In some sense we are all illustrated in bright pastels.