19 April 2001
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musings of señor prod. -|-
the unending saga of the miranda painting, part 3 of ???
Last night, the lovely Miranda painting found her home in my living room. Dr. Nebraska assisted, or
at least watched with interest, in my placing that immense and beautiful painting on the wall above
the couch. Verily, Miranda and those eyes dominate the room. L'Architecte Canadien was conspicuously
absent. Or it was a coincidence, he's usually not home so early in the evenings (though it was nearly
midnight, after all).
Also, I'd like to make a correction from my last entry
which mistakenly assigned a total size of the stunning triptych of 6 feet wide, 3 feet tall. In
fact, each panel was 24x48, and with the hinges the painting was a total of just over 6 feet
wide, 4 feet tall.
The
digital camera is on its way, as well. I'm looking forward to having opportunities to use it,
and somewhat regret not having one at special times in the past, that I would have more catalysts
for memories.
for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also
Do not give what is holy to the dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them
under their feet, and turn and tear you in pieces. (Mt 7:6, NKJV)
Is it true? Have I done just that, but am unwilling to admit it to myself? I feel I've been torn
in pieces. I hope it's just circumstantial evidence. Either way, the pearls are gone. At this
point, I guess that is simply true.
I can't keep saying what if, what if. I can only ask, what now?
musings of señor prod.
You say you want a Revolution? Well
you know, we all want to change the world.
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