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April 17, 2005
What Was That Called Again?
Back in 1987 or so, I worked for a San Francisco designer. She was Japanese, as were most of her clients. One of the highlights of my employment there was when Tokyo: Form and Spirit" came to SF-MOMA. I was especially taken with a lecture we attended on an idiomatically Japanese concept, a term for both the passing of the seasons and the sadness associated with the passing of the seasons. I forget the term, and it is maddeningly frustrating to try and look up a term in a language that one knows all of three words. The closest I have been able to find is this entry by Jonathan Delacourt.
The graphic designer was the last employer I truly treated shabbily. I told her I was going to Italy for a few weeks or maybe a month, and then I spent six months over there without sending her so much as a postcard. Needless to say, she was not interested in hiring me when I returned and I never put her down as a reference. And here I am, witnessing the changing of the seasons, and yet feeling some sadness at it.
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April 3, 2005
Bartending
Shouts a neighbor:
—How were your steaks last night?
—Excellent. But I had the swordfish. Also excellent. Neat place. Good drinks too.
—My son's teacher tends bar there.
—What is your son learning?
[Laughter] Mixers this week, Next week he does blender drinks.
—Invite me over for the final exam!
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