The Weblog of Daniel Tashian

Walked; hung out with Carl and Karl. Played tennis with Jen Masselli and I won! I figured out, for the most part, how to get a 2nd serve going, so I just don’t double-fault all the time. Next time we want to bring 3 dollars each and see if we can pay minimum wage to a kid at the park to be a ball-boy for an hour.  I hate chasing balls in tennis. I wish I could train Posh to do it reliably. Got lunch at Bongo East and did a session with Lex Price and Neilson Hubbard. Dave Jacques was playing bass. Home, took a nap. To Hopkins, Carl and Karl made Lasagna. Went on a long walk, watched some French Open. Home, hung out with Liz and Rachel. We were looking on Network Solutions for a name for her design company, and I love doing that. I ate a bunch of chocolate, and I didn’t want to go to bed, so I played PSP for an hour.

Kind of a ghost-town. Not really anybody around. Played tennis with B. Jones and he was saying he’s been always telling me to get into advertising, like for years. I took 2 games, but he won the set. He said I was no shrinking violet when he came up to the net. It was hot. Had dinner at Hopkins and I didn’t realize the French Open was on, or else I would have been watching it. Went to SIR to rehearse with Tommy Keenum and it was fun. Jack Silverman showed me how to play a #11. Home at 11.

Walked early and read the S.N.Y.T. Absolutely illegible, incomprehensible article by John Pareles about tribute records. Piece on Yeltsin. He’s kind of a baddie, I suspect. I wish Barak and Hillary would run together. Is that a bad idea? It probably is. I don’t know. Watched the end of the Dylan thing, and contemplated taking my gran to the Frist. Decided to just Feng Shui and I didn’t really get much done. Grimey called and he was going to Geoff’s for a cookout, and it was sweet to invite me, but I just felt so tranced out by that Dylan thing. It was like some kind of fog was around me, and I just had to lay low until it blew over. Went to Hopkins for dinner, and it was steak, and I ate some and it was great. But not for a long time, now. It was so heavy. Went to P.M. with Angelo and Eulene and that was fun, then we took the “Biggshaw” back, which is like this big rickshaw/motorcycle-type-thing. I took a photo behind me as Eulene was on her scooter.

Woke up early and made some coffee and put up a few signs for the yard sale. Somebody came early and took the farm table and left 5 bucks. I told him that was rude, I don’t know why. I just felt like lecturing someone. “I’m a rude person.” he said. The sale was a fun, until it got hot. Jim Hoke came, and Larry Ataminuik, and I made $478 bucks, although I had to give $260 to Leslie for my phone bill. Went to Hopkins for lunch and Monette was there. Took a huge nap, then went to a play/ musical at the Bongo After Hours theater. It was called “The Doyle and Debbie Show” and it was very funny. These hilarious country parody songs written by (and starring) Bruce Arntson. Jon Wright told me about it, and it was really funny. Then I watched “No Direction Home” with my dad, and it’s that film about Dylan, which he got from Netflix. Some of the young pictures of B.D., he looks a little like Harmony Korine. Great footage from England, in color.