Saturday, January 15, 2000

Literary ancestors, odd notes from Danny Langton’s class

2/15/2000 Literary ancestors. Words, in English, are losing their positive meanings. Shirts were worn by men and women of questionable character. Ruth to her mother-in-law, Naomi: I entreat thee not to leave me… Wherever thou goest, I will go… Ruth was someone with extremely desirable characteristics. And we all know the meaning of ruthlessness. History tells you what happened. Poetry tells you what ought to have happened. So said Herodotus. Only ten people in the world understand Ulysses. So said Crane. English soaks up other languages. Arabic words: zero, zenith, mattress, sherbet, paradise, alcohol, sugar, assassin, hashish. And Sputnik means fellow traveler. French babies are trained on mild cheese to sharp. Writing is like that.

Thursday, January 6, 2000

Journal entry, Bo Bonneau casting studio

10 Jan, 2000 I’m waiting at the Bo Bonneau casting studio in San Francisco trying to look like an affluent golfer for an Ace Hardware commercial posing as Neil’s wife, but after a blowout, it loses us any chance of the commercial. The strain on our faces is palpable, not exactly a harmonic convergence. It’s a real cattle call. I fill out the database, return the clipboard, never expecting to find work.  Golf clubs and tassel shoes everywhere. The overt preppiness of the crowd is a real mulligan stew. I’m blinded by the white.

2 May, 2000 Something must finally be working as I got a call back from Bo Bonneau casting studio for an AT&T commercial which landed me my first job as an extra, along with about 1000 other lemmings. Without Neil’s help, I might add. We will march through the hills of West Marin in droves seeking stellar telephone experience with a herd of sheep. Real sheep. Not cattle. I kid you not. The hours are long, and the pay is terrible, but better than no income at all. I get a little thrill when I see the checks from Burbank Studio, etc. Don’t quit your day job has never been more true.

Journal entry, back pain

6 Jan, 2000 A bit distraught I am, as the spasm in my back finally began to lift yesterday. I’m still easily tired, I need to soak and stretch. I’ve been walking around the lake the past three days to see if it will help. The only way out is exercise. The spasms are reduced to stretch pain. My ribs may not have ever mended from the accident. The pain was similar to what I experienced during the first 6 to 9 months. My orthopedic nurse practitioner said I may always have pain there, but the spasm was the worst that I have ever experienced, aside from the accident itself. It’s made me short-tempered, and Neil has been a bit obtuse, and self-involved, which doesn’t help.