From Joe Brainard’s “Bolinas Journal,” in The Collected Writings of Joe Brainard.
The end of the tour
Here I am enjoying a celebratory Butterfinger Blizzard at a Dairy Queen in Iowa City.
Hours before, a tornado touched down outside of town, delaying our talk by 10 minutes while folks temporarily retreated to the basement of Prairie Lights.
I had wondered if the end of the tour would be anticlimactic. It was not.
All I wished for at the beginning was to stay healthy and safe and not have any total duds.
My wish was granted.
Thanks to everyone who came out and made it happen. (And thanks to Matt Thomas for taking this picture.)
Who cares if I get anywhere?
The cure for travel anxiety is me saying to myself, “Oh, who cares if I get anywhere?”
Come to think of it, this is also a cure for anxiety when working: “Who cares if I get anywhere?”
Blueprint for a blue house
I posted this drawing by my 4-year-old earlier this week, and a few days later, Robert Gnomes sent me this picture of a design exhibit in Times Square:
The rent you pay
Mike Monteiro, author of Ruined by Design, tells a story about visiting Louisville, Kentucky, home of Muhammad Ali. (A while back, Mike had a podcast called Earn Your Death. See: “You probably don’t deserve it.”)
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