6 September 2001

The press keep saying nice things about us: The Washington Post profiled Miguel and SFGate has some laudatory comments to offer as well. It’s like early 2000 all over again.

Maddog came by for lunch today.

Maddog and Ian Peters

More retrospective dreamlogs:

 Thu Nov 19 09:13:16 1998 Bizarre feature-length-movie type dreams. Battling female aliens. Columbian drug lords. Leg sticking through the ceiling. Sliding down spiral escalators amid flickering fluorescents. It's slipping away from me now. 

For twelve months in 1998 and 1999, I went through this phase of trying to “diversify my interests,” and signed up to take piano lessons. My teacher’s name was Peter, this rigid Eastern European math major who instructed piano to idiots like me on the side. In our first lesson, I was showing off that I knew a few notes of Fur Elise, when he abruptly interrupted, shouting: “What? Beethoven? Do not try to express what you cannot understand!”

I thought Peter’s outlook on life — bleak, futile, absurd, but good-natured — was hysterical, and really enjoyed spending time with him. Here are a couple entries which hopefully get some of that across.

 Thu Feb 26 12:04:55 EST 1998 Just returned from a piano lesson. Peter had shaved his head - he and Matt Loper have a lot in common, but with Peter there's this accidental humor: "Nat I'm sorry I must cancel - I hit four children with my car and cannot find the car" but both want to experience life fully and personally. 

And months later:

 Wed Nov 11 02:19:55 1998 I handed in the 18.701 at about 9:45 this morning. Oh, and I had a piano lesson at 8:30pm.. woke up at 8:39pm to the phone ringing. When I picked it up, I realized that it was peter, and so banged the phone around on the desk a bit and then hung it up. ``Nat, it was funny when you answered.. I heard the phone drop, and then nothing, and then sounds like someone crawling around.'' Anyways, the lesson went ok. 

Sometimes I wonder where Peter is these days.

Stupid punk dogs. No respect.

Posted on 6 September 2001