Who began life as a paper armature, was covered in clay and fired. He was then painted with grey underglaze, save for his nose. And after the second round of firing, we were all so taken by the contrast between his nose and skin that we figured Rudolph wouldn't be happy with a clear glaze bath.
February 21, 2008
My friend Bob kept a blog, most of which he took down a few months before he died. This passage is from the entry dated Wednesday, October 17, 2007, "The randomness of it all."
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.
This iteration: 06/12/07
Or, previous: 02/25/02