Got me an invitation to apply for an exhibition at an art gallery in Georgetown. Now, I'm not getting all big-headed about it, because it was a mass e-mailing, so they probably sent it to every artist with a web page that they could find, but wouldn't it be neat to be accepted?

However, I'm still reeling over my ignominious defeat in the American Photo contest, so I'm not holding out much hope.

So, Michael Jackson's gonna be a father, eh?
Guess that apocalypse will be coming along any day now.

Actually, speaking of Michael Jackson, here's something hilarious. Michael Jackson and I have the same dermatologist, Dr. Klein, whom I have been going to for close to twenty years. Well, I was reading in the paper that the woman bearing his child works for a dermatologist, so I called my Mom, because I thought that maybe she works in Dr. Klein's office. So, I said to her, "Mom, have you heard about Michael Jackson?", and she said "My God, yes, isn't it funny, it's Debbie!" Well, I practically fell on my butt. Debbie is Dr. Klein's main assistant, and I have known her since I was 14 years old.

Weird...

When we were at Carnegie Hall the other night, at the interval a man stood at the very front of the house, facing the audience, talking on a cell phone.
I wanted to go up to him and say:

"Yes, honey, we all see you and we're all very impressed; you can sit down now."

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