A few randomly connected things
From "I Can't Stay Long," The Firstborn by Laurie Lee:
"When awake, and not feeding, she snorts and gobbles, dryly, like a ruminative jackdaw, or strains and groans and waves her hands about as though casting invisible nets.
When I watch her at this I see her hauling in life, groping fiercely with every limb and muscle, working blind at a task no one can properly share, in a darkness where she is still alone."
It's been 6 years since I read a whole book, and it makes sense that I started again with Laurie Lee on the way up to San Francisco. My all-time favorite book is Cider With Rosie, because, to me, it reads as though he were painting with words. It makes me happy.
At the end of the '90s I was working with three women, all art directors: Caterina Fake, Elizabeth Kairys and Karen Templer. Two of those women, Caterina and Elizabeth, now have babies, 7 and 20 months to Hannah's 6 years.
At Bob's memorial: Bob Bechtol and Karen Templer, Sasha Wizansky and Caterina Fake. All of these women worked at Salon in the '90s, and missing is Elizabeth Kairys (and Sadie). Karen and Caterina hired Bob, they screened all the applications and extracted his from a blizzard.
7-month-old Sonnet Butterfield, Caterina's daughter. She has THE most amazing eyelashes, and was good-natured enough to let me hold her for a short half hour :)
There wasn't enough time to stop and really consider all of Bob's work on display at the memorial, but I have to say that his sketchbooks stopped me cold. He always said he couldn't design but that's not what these pages showed, and it touched me to see that he drew Pie.
These will all be online soon for everyone to see.
And this is Zach Trenholm's amazing caricature of Bob.
Here's the single thing that's foremost in my memory of Saturday afternoon: One of Bob's relatives (or was it a friend?) talking about a letter he had sent her, which in its entirety contained perhaps two instances of the word I.
February 18, 2008
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A journal and a palindrome: So I got two copies of Wreck This Journal for Sydney and Hannah, and were it not for the "burn this page" directive, I'd have instantly become an evangelist for giving a copy to every kid on the planet.
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Canser is bad: "This reminds me of my dog that (over to the left a bit) died (back to where you were) because of cancer. And my mom's co-worker died. I'm getting a dog (not yet)."
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